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So maybe there’s a few hick-ups along the way.
At some point, Suguru just…starts acting cooler. Colder.
“What did you do to upset him?” Shoko asks, immediately after he confides in her.
“Why do you think it’s my fault? I literally didn’t do anything. Everything was going well, and then suddenly Suguru started avoiding me.”
It’s not exactly true, Suguru isn't really openly avoiding him, he just shies away from Satoru’s touches, doesn’t give him the bedroom eyes anymore, doesn’t flirt. It’s even less than before, it’s like they’re not even best friends anymore because it feels like Suguru is trying to treat him as if he was just another acquaintance and it’s the most baffling and frustrating thing that’s ever happened to Satoru.
Satoru tries to approach him and ask for affection, both subtly and directly too, and Suguru just doesn’t give him anything at all. Satoru initially thinks it’s just a matter of Suguru being pissy and not wanting to put out, that’s why he’s avoiding Satoru’s wandering hands and his kisses. But then, he realizes it’s more than that, because Suguru subtly pulls his hand away when Satoru tries to lace their fingers together. That hurts more than Satoru ever expected it to hurt.
“Maybe he’s just not that into you,” Shoko says, and Satoru gasps.
“Bullshit,” Satoru yells, but there’s a pang in his heart at the thought, “Who’s he gonna date? Fucking Nanami? Tsk .”
There’s a pause, while Satoru entertains the thought of Suguru with other people and his stomach twists and turns thinking about it. Sheesh. No way. Suguru still smells like he likes him, Suguru’s wearing his collar, Suguru’s pheromones still reach out to him when he’s around. For all intents and purposes, Suguru’s omega biology is reaching out to him just as longingly as his own inner alpha, but Suguru’s the one that’s denying them the go ahead.
And Satoru can’t figure out why, because if Suguru likes him just as much as Satoru likes Suguru, why are they still fucking dancing around this subject instead of being together?
“I dunno what his problem is. I’m trying to figure it out.”
Shoko shrugs.
“Well you know. It’s Suguru. He’s complicated. I think he’s probably just taking his time to figure out what he wants, he’ll come around eventually, just be patient.”
“ Ugh . Can he hurry up with whatever? My rut's approaching and I don't wanna deal with another cycle of weird beta nurses milking my knot when Suguru …"
"Definitely too much information for me, please spare me," she lights a cigarette and smokes, rubbing elbows with him while Satoru munches on the gummies he bought from the vending machine, "I can't believe you two losers fucked before I managed to find how another woman's tits feel."
"That’s just cause you have crazy, impossible taste in women."
"I have taste."
"You were trying to hit on Yuki last time she was here."
"I like female alphas. You wouldn't get it."
There’s a pause between them before Shoko decides to start talking again.
“Have you tried asking him about it?”
“ Pff . No. Do you really think he’d tell me?”
Both of them chuckle, knowing full well that would never be the case. Suguru’s complicated( derogatory ), he doesn’t just say what he wants directly - he does that very polished omega dance of politeness and sweetness, hinting at things with his words and behavior and scent, and for the first time in his life, Satoru wishes he would have paid more attention to the etiquette lessons his mother tried so hard to make him understand.
“Omegas are sensitive and shy creatures, even when they don’t seem like it. You need to be soft and patient with them, and try to understand them without forcing them to speak uncomfortable truths about themselves - that’s how a real gentleman acts!”
Satoru remembers rolling his eyes when his mother tried lecturing him on it, because he was just too young to imagine himself in the position of caring for an omega. Obviously, he doesn’t think his mother ever expected him to get caught in this sort of uncertain relationship with a moody special grade omega - and Satoru, while he normally doesn’t care much about seeming polite…well.
He still doesn’t care. Not with others. Fuck whatever anyone thinks.
But he doesn’t want to offend Suguru, doesn’t want to upset him or trigger a fight. For what it’s worth, he wants Suguru to feel comfortable enough with him that he’ll come to Satoru himself, he doesn’t want to be some sort of relationship bully for Suguru, so he resolves to be kind and patient until Suguru himself is willing to open up.
Satoru’s resolutions for kindness and patience comes to a screeching, impulsive halt during the next mission they’re sent on.
They’re far into the countryside, running through the goddamn woods and it starts raining. It starts pouring . The ground is disgusting, slippery and muddy and gross, and the Inn they’re supposed to sleep in is far away and Suguru insisted on sending their auxiliary manager away so now they’re just. Stuck. In the rain.
Fantastic.
Satoru activates his infinity and holds his hand out to Suguru.
“Come here,” he says, and Suguru looks at his hand and then at him. He blinks a few times, like he’s surprised Satoru would offer - which is insulting, really, Suguru can take a collar from him but not hold his hand? Ridiculous. And he doesn’t do anything, he doesn’t move closer, he just lets the rain soak him.
Satoru’s pissed.
“ Suguru . Stop acting dumb. Come here and take my fucking hand, do you want to get drenched?”
Instead of having the desired effect, Suguru just gets stubborn, sets his face angry and huffs. Just to make a point of not listening to Satoru, he storms off in front of him - no umbrella or curse to shield him, just lets himself get soaked to the bone to make a stupid point, walking in front of Satoru with his arms crossed and his head held high.
“Stop. Suguru - fucking stop, quit being a bitch and just come here.”
“No.”
Satoru is honestly so flabbergasted his jaw just drops for a second, before running after Suguru.
“What do you mean no ? Do you want to catch a cold? Just quit being stubborn, aren’t you omegas supposed to be all sweet and kind?”
“Why would I be sweet and kind when I’m dealing with an asshole like you?”
“What did you call me?”
Satoru’s pissed as hell now, because he’s been dealing with Suguru’s moody ass for weeks and now he can’t stand it anymore. He’s hurt and upset and they’ve been worked to the bone lately, mission after mission, and all Satoru really wants is a little bit of understanding and sweetness and all he’s getting is a prickly pear omega that ignores him and bitches at him. And Suguru is going to catch a cold just because he’s stubborn too, and Satoru’s so upset with him.
Instead of arguing, he runs after Suguru and picks him up by his tiny, slutty waist, throws him over his shoulder.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Put me down.”
“No.”
“Put me down! Satoru !” His voice goes high and whiny and embarrassed, and Satoru’s still pissed with him when he starts floating over the forest canopy, but at least he’s amused, “Satoru, this is so embarrassing, let me go! Put me down!”
He struggles a little too, but he’s not gonna throw himself off. His hands grab onto the edge of Satoru’s uniform.
“Be quiet,” Satoru smacks his ass once and makes him yelp, “You’re a headstrong, ungrateful omega - ”
“I’m ungrateful?!?!”
“Ungrateful!” Satoru says again, jumping over a particularly tall tree and stumbling a little. He jostled Suguru in his embrace. “I buy you a fancy fucking collar, I try to take care of you, I try to be nice - ”
“You just want to fuck me, that’s all! You’re just a shitty, self-important alpha that wants to fuck me, that’s why you’re acting like that!”
This is such a headache.
“Is that what you think?”
“It’s what I know - all alphas wanna do is fuck, but you wanna play games with me too!”
“Huh?? Games? What games?”
Suguru sighs.
“Put me down, Satoru.”
Satoru is confused and annoyed, so he does what Suguru says and drops him mid-air, only to catch him in a hug afterwards.
“I HATE it when you do that,“ Suguru yells in his ear, arms around his shoulders and burying his face in the crook of Satoru’s shoulder.
All around them, there’s pouring rain, but it can’t touch them.
“Why do you think I’m playing games? I’m not . I’m very much serious about how much I like you.”
Suguru looks at him with a frown on his brow and pouting lips, and he’s so beautiful that Satoru wants to kiss him. He thinks Suguru desperately wants to be convinced that Satoru’s honest, but doesn’t want to allow himself to give in, and Satoru almost slaps himself when he realizes.
“I like you, Suguru. I seriously like you. You know that, right?”
Suguru looks so shocked that Satoru realizes in that moment - no, Suguru had no fucking idea he was genuinely into him, and honestly that's a little bit insulting. Satoru’s not one of those shitty, slutty alphas that fucks around! Satoru only ever fucks around with Suguru.
He’s so insulted and upset by this entire development that he doesn’t even know what to say to defend himself. They’re both just awkward and quiet, and when they get to the inn, Suguru asks for separate rooms and Satoru’s heart and cock both weep.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we only have one room available. With this awful storm happening right now, and the festival happening in town as well, we’re booked completely. We only have one room left because the couple staying there decided to head out early.”
“A couples room.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. It’s the only one we have left - it’s a big bed, though, if you don’t mind sharing, and it’s got a private onsen attached to it. Very nice. A little pricey, but - ” the inn keeper says, holding out a key for them.
“We’ll take it!”
Suguru’s shoulders stiffen and Satoru sighs. Suguru’s cold and a little shaky, because he did get drenched before Satoru took him under his infinity, and the wind was cutting, and even Satoru feels cold, he can only imagine how Suguru feels. So Satoru’s main priority at the moment is to get his stubborn, bitchy omega in some hot water to get him warmed up. He takes the key and puts an arm around Suguru’s shoulders, and steers him to their room.
“We’ll be fine, I’ll just sleep on the floor if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Suguru says, teeth shaking.
Satoru leads him to their room and opens the door. The good part about couples rooms at an onsen ryokan like this is that you get your very own private onsen in your room, separated from the rest of the bedroom by a screen door. It’s out of budget for what Tokyo Metropolitan is willing to pay, but the Gojo Family funds go a long way.
“Come on, you’re cold, let’s get you undressed and soaked in the hot water,” he says, and takes off Suguru's jacket, makes him sit on the bed and kneels in front of him to take off his shoes.
“Satoru -”
“What?”
Suguru’s jika tabis are all wet, and when he pulls them off he gets to touch his cold toes.
“You don’t have to do that,” Suguru says, obviously embarrassed, and he looks away. Satoru takes his other leg and takes off his shoe.
“Shut up,” he says, and pinched his big toe, “of course I do. Who the fuck else is gonna take care of you, hmm?”
Suguru doesn’t respond after that, he just flushes and lets Satoru undress him and help him get into the onsen.
“You can come sit here with me, you know,” Suguru offers, a little shy, and it makes Satoru perk up instantly. He smiles and almost stumbles over his feet trying to get inside the hot bath.
It really does help him relax, and Suguru looks so cute with the steam rising around them everywhere. Satoru wants to go over to his side of the tub and kiss him, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to do that.
“I don’t like it that you’re upset with me, you know,” he confesses, “I didn’t do anything to deserve it.”
Suguru just snorts.
“That’s true. You didn’t. There’s no punishment for being a bullheaded alpha - ”
“Hey, that’s not fair! I can’t actually read your thoughts, you know. You have to tell me what you think or what you want or - I don’t even know what happened, you just stopped hanging out with me and left me wondering what the hell happened.”
Suguru just pulls his knees to his chest and leans his head back on the wooden edge of the tub.
“I suppose I left you wondering, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”
Satoru wants to be upset with him, but Suguru is looking at him softly and sweetly, with a sweetly blushing face, and it’s basically impossible to be upset with him anymore. He sighs.
“Don’t do that again. Don’t . I hate it when you shut me out like that,” Satoru flicks his finger in the water and splashes him a little. He huffs and rolls his eyes, “I suppose I forgive you. On one condition though -”
“What condition?” Suguru asks, fondly exasperated.
“My rut’s coming up and - ”
“Satoru! You can’t just ask that!”
“Why not? Who else am I gonna ask? And I wanna spend it with you - I heard ruts can actually be nice if you spend them with someone you like.”
“But that’s for couples!”
“Yeah, so? Buying collars together is also for couples! Biting and knotting is also for couples. And I’ve spent heat with you, why can’t you spend my rut with me?”
There’s a few moments of silence. Suguru looks away, and pushes his hair behind his ear like he’s shy, which is ridiculous because this is the same omega that sucked him off in a random dressing room in the middle of Ginza’s Chuo-dori.
“So are we a couple?”
“Do you want to be?”
Suguru is still not looking at him, but he’s flushed in a way that looks deeper than the warm water.
“ Maybe I do .”
Satoru wants to smack his head against the wall, because no way this whole month of frustration and loneliness was just cause Suguru wanted to be boyfriend-and-girlfriend and didn’t know how to say it. He wants to growl but controls himself.
“Fine then, let’s be a couple.”
That’s when Suguru looks at him, blinking fast.
“It’s that easy for you?”
“Yeah?” Satoru answers with a shrug, raising a leg up the side of the tub nonchalantly, pushing his shades up into his damp hair to make eye contact with Suguru, “If you wanna be a couple officially , we can be a couple officially. I mean what I said when I said I liked you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh .”
Satoru feels a little embarrassed himself over the whole conversation, so it’s hard to look at Suguru while talking about it. Then, the water starts shifting around them and Suguru comes over to sit in his lap. He’s so surprised about it he actually gasps, and he puts a hand on Suguru’s waist under the water.
“I like you too, you know.”
“Really? You don’t act like it. You act like I’m annoying.”
There’s droplets of moisture running down Suguru’s chest. His hair is held up with a claw clip, and there’s tendrils of hair sticking to his neck and face. He’s looking at Satoru all flirty and shit, and between his lashes, and it’s a little overwhelming to realize just how much he likes Suguru.
“You are. But I still like you,” Suguru answers with a cutesy little smile.
Satoru’s hands run over his body. Grab his ass under the water. Kneads it firmly. Shoves his face between Suguru’s pecks and mouths at them. His dick gets rock hard in under a minute, what with Suguru in his lap and feeling his ass against him, his cute little omega dick rubbing against Satoru’s.
“Suguru - God, you’re so sexy. Can I put it inside you?”
“ Satoru !”
Suguru slaps his shoulder.
“Hey, what was that for?”
“You’re a horny dog and you only want me for sex! And then you wonder why I’m shocked you agreed to be a couple!”
“That’s not true, I want Suguru for much more than sex,” he pauses, because Suguru stares at him with one raised eyebrow, and Satoru grins, “The sex helps, though.”
Suguru rolls his eyes and Satoru fully expects him to get off his lap, but instead, he reaches between them and grabs Satoru’s dick, jerks it a couple of times.
“We never do any couple things together!”
“What sort of couple’s things do you wanna do together?” he asks, as Suguru holds up his cock and positions himself right above it. Satoru holds his breath as Suguru lowers himself on his dick slooooowly . Suguru’s lower lip is between his teeth, his eyebrows scrunched together cutely, and when he winces slightly, Satoru cups the back of his head and rubs his thumb against Suguru’s cheek. “There you go, just take it easy, pretty, nice and easy, yeah?”
Suguru moans and nods, and bears down on Satoru’s cock, taking him in fully and then relaxes into his embrace. He moves his hips in small circles, and Satoru moans pathetically when he feels it.
“I wanna - Ah! ” Suguru starts, but his voice goes high and breathy, cutting himself off.
“Anything you want, Suguru,” he groans, and he means it, he's ready to give Suguru absolutely everything and anything as long as he keeps riding him, "What do you want, baby?" Satoru asks, looking at Suguru like he’s drunk on him.
"I wanna date. I want you to take me on dates."
"Dates?"
Satoru’s brain is just mush, he’s buried inside Suguru’s cute little hole and words barely make any sense to him.
"I wanna be romah- Ah !-Romanced! Be romantic!"
Suguru rides him so good too, his omega definitely deserves to get whatever he wants.
“Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t stop - ” he groans and holds onto Suguru’s hips, thrusts up inside him, “You’re amazing, you feel amazing around my cock.”
“Sa-to- ruuuuu, I wanna go to the beach! And I want you to buy me flowers!!”
Suguru bounces on his dick and the water in the bath slushes everywhere, and Satoru’s just so close -
“I’ll bring you fucking flowers everyday”
Suguru moves his hips just so, and he cums on Satoru’s dick with his back arched and moaning, and the contractions of his body just feel perfect, fucking perfect, so Satoru can’t help himself. He bites him wherever he can reach him and pulls him to his chest with a palm between his shoulder blades, and fucks into him until Suguru gets tears in his eyes from overstimulation and Satoru cums hard enough to see stars.
Afterwards, his hips just keep moving, lazily thrusting inside Suguru while he pants, tongue out and licking beads of sweat rolling down Suguru’s throat and jaw and cheek, licking the drool from his chin because everything Suguru is delicious and perfect and amazing and Satoru can’t actually get enough of him.
“Ugh, God, it’s so good inside you,” he groans, “ So cozy. ”
“Cozy.” Suguru deadpans.
“ Cozy ,” Satoru confirms again, even nods his head a little at it, “Warm and snug.”
He wants to kiss Suguru everywhere , and lick him and suck on him and just - ugh …
Suguru 💖💕
Satoru tells himself he really has to do good by Suguru and make sure their relationship feels like…well, like a normal relationship. With dating and presents and shit. That’s what Suguru wants, so that’s what Suguru’s gonna get.
Suguru said he wanted to be romanced, so Satoru has decided that he’s gonna romance Suguru so good and well, he’ll think he’s a shojo MC. He’s gonna romance Suguru so perfectly and completely that his omega is going to swoon right into Satoru’s arms.
And Satoru goes about this task with the same single minded stubbornness he tackles everything, the determined seriousness of a competitive completionist sitting in front of 100 levels of Momotaro Densetsu and 50 unlocked fatalities in Mortal Kombat.
So to that end - he buys Suguru flowers daily, has them delivered to their dorm before Suguru wakes up. At first, he goes for these really big extravagant bouquets, but then Suguru complains it’s a little too much and he’d really just be satisfied with less than that, so he tells them to tone it down.
One morning, the Gojo family butler brings a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, and Satoru takes it from him, dismisses him, and then goes to knock on Suguru’s door. Suguru opens while doing his hair, a brush in his hand and his long hair swept over one shoulder. The collar on his neck sparkles.
Whenever he sees Satoru at his door in the morning, he’s still a little surprised, like he never expected that Satoru would actually commit to this whole “ i’ll bring you flowers everyday” thing he promised he’d do. Then Satoru thrusts the bouquet in his hand as he does every morning.
“Good morning. Here’s your flowers.”
Suguru’s face gets a cute shade of pink and he presses his face in the hydrangeas, sniffing them gently.
“Thank you, Satoru, these are beautiful.”
At this point, his room is full of fucking flowers and the smell is so overwhelming it makes Satoru sneeze when he steps inside, but he’s gonna keep it up as long as Suguru is still into it.
“So what flowers do you really, really like? It seems pointless to just buy whatever.”
“Ah, Satoru - I like a lot of flowers. I especially like blue ones, so I wouldn’t mind getting more of these.”
Suguru said he liked the flower! He’s getting there!
“I also like peonies, and sunflowers - ”
Peonies and sunflowers. Suguru has very simple tastes in things. Somehow he’s both easy to please and breathtakingly complicated for Satoru.
Ever since they decided to be a couple, they haven’t been sleeping together at all. They’re just - dating .
It’s awful and amazing at the same time, because now he gets to hold Suguru’s hand when they go to class together, and he kisses his cheek in public and he’s allowed to do all the coupley PDA stuff like pull Suguru in his lap and nuzzle against him. At the same time though, they’re not fucking, because Satoru wants to show Suguru he can be good and attentive and not-horny and that he wants Suguru for more than his body, and Suguru seems amused by it so he allows it.
It’s hard though.
He’s still taking his suppressants but the doctor switched it around and gave him something that gets progressively weaker so they can ease him into a rut. It’s what they always do to keep his ruts in check, because going at it completely unmedicated would be a nightmare. Satoru’s ruts are very controlled and well scheduled, so he knows he’s got a little more time until he gets into his rabidly horny must-breed-Suguru-NOW mood, and he doesn’t think he can be much of a gentleman then, so he has to act right now and score some good karma.
Because of that, he arranges for them to go to the beach, just like his lovely omega asked for. He rents out a whole section of a beach in Kamakura and decides to take Suguru there for a picnic. Suguru’s dressed in black swim trunks and a blue hawaiian shirt that he keeps open, and Satoru keeps wanting to lick up and down his chest.
They buy popsicles and Suguru licks and sucks on his so enthusiastically that Satoru has to bite into his and give himself a brain freeze just to tone down his erection. And then, the worst of the worst - Suguru in the water, sitting on a big yellow sea float and enjoying his time in the sun. Suguru drenched by the sea, his tan skin glowing under the summer sun, Suguru looking at him over his shoulder -
“Ah, Satoruuu! Come in, the water’s greaaaat~”
Suguru calls out to him above the sound of the waves, and his voice is just - so cute. And his ass is so fucking round with the way his swim trunks are clinging to it, holy shit, Satoru wants to sink his fangs in it and then fuck his tight little hole until he can’t walk, and he wants to mate him and knot him and - ugh, Suguru .
“Satoru?”
He gets up from where he’s sitting and goes straight to Suguru, like he can’t even feel the sand, the heat, the water, all he wants is his omega, his, his, his.
He walks over to Suguru and grabs him by the waist, pulling him up against his body despite the protests.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me? No way you’re going into full fucking rut now - can’t you at least wait until we get back to the hotel?”
Suguru is being whiny but all Satoru can hear is ‘ meow meow, I’m breedable, Alpha please take me ’
“It’s the middle of the day! People are gonna see us! You said you still have a while before going into rut, I can’t believe you!”
Satoru turns him around and kisses him, and hoists him over his body, holding him up. Suguru’s thighs around his middle and Satoru’s hands digging in the flesh of his ass, water around them making them stick to each other.
“I can’t believe you wanna fuck me right here.”
Suguru complains when Satoru lays him down on their beach blanket in the sun, but there’s no one else in the immediate vicinity anyways and Suguru takes off his swim trunks and spreads his legs even as he blushes and pouts and looks away slightly. His cute little omega cock is rock hard, though, and his hole is leaking with slick already, because Suguru might protest and complain that Satoru’s a horny animal, but he’s into it.
Satoru growls as he mounts him, pulls his hair, and his teeth ache even as he bites Suguru’s shoulder and back. He can’t be satisfied with anything other than a mating bite, but Suguru’s pretty collar - that Satoru bought himself, damnit! - gets in the way.
They have to fuck on the beach twice before Satoru feels lucid enough to attempt moving. When his knot goes down the second time and he doesn’t immediately get hard again, Suguru gets up from where he’s been crushed under Satoru’s weight and grumbles as he pulls on his swim trunks. There’s semen dripping lazily from his hole, mixed with slick, so hot - but instead of letting him touch him again, Suguru kicks him in the shin.
“Get up, get the picnic basket, I’m summoning the Manta Ray and we’re flying to the hotel.”
And Satoru is not really in the mental state to argue, whatever his omega princess wants, his omega princess gets, just because Suguru’s generous and kind enough to let Satoru fuck him, he’s so thankful for that. He puts his arms around Suguru’s middle and cuddles up to his back, purring and mouthing at his hair.
Ruts make Satoru clingy and emotional in a way he never usually is. He wants to be closer to Suguru, wants to take care of him, wants to breed babies into him and build a log cabin in the mountains with his bare hands for him.
Suguru pulls him along with him into the hotel and walks him to the honeymoon suite that Satoru rented for the two of them. Satoru’s out of it, but not out of it enough to not pick up Suguru bridal style and carry him into the room.
“Satoru, what are you doing?”
Suguru protests a little, but he still wraps his arms around Satoru’s neck and giggles at being carried.
“I’m being romantic! Suguru wanted romance, didn’t he?”
He throws him onto the bed and pulls off his pants - there’s slick and cum running down his legs. Satoru spreads his legs open and his asscheeks, seeing how his little hole looks red and puffy. Satoru’s already knotted him twice today, and Suguru’s not in heat, so he has to be a little sore. Suguru’s cute little omega dick hangs there limply, and Satoru rubs his thumb against it and bends down to give it a kiss.
“Satoru!”
“You’re so pretty, Suguru~” he says, and nuzzles against his thigh, “I wanna eat you out.”
“Wait, no, that’s so dirty,”
Satoru doesn’t listen to him, though, he just turns him around on his belly and raises his hips against his face, spreads him open and licks his hole. Suguru makes this choked out sound as Satoru tongue-fucks him.
He likes the taste of them together - Suguru’s slick is sweet, and he doesn’t mind cum since it’s just his own. It feels possessive, the fact that he can fill up Suguru until he’s leaking with his seed.
When he fucks him, he presses Suguru’s face into the sheets and presses himself against him completely, chest to back, and grinds his cock into him over and over. Satoru loves feelings Suguru’s skin pressed up against him. He lays on top of him and knots him like that, feels Suguru tightening and spasming against his knot and he purrs.
“You’re a horny dog - ” Suguru whines, trying to shove him off but realizing he can’t.
“Suguruuu…Suguruuu…you’re so cute, you feel so good, you’re so warm, you smell like candy, Suguruuu .”
Ruts are 100% more fun when you have a partner you like.
They fuck for the whole day. At some point, Suguru passes out while Satoru’s deep inside him, so he holds him against his chest until Suguru wakes up.
“Your stamina is a frightening thing even on a regular basis, I should have known you’d be three times worse during your ruts.”
“My ruts aren’t normally this intense, you know. I think my knot is just really, really happy to be inside you.”
He’s so goddamn happy, like he’s just so, so happy. He can’t stop smiling. All he wants is to scent Suguru and cuddle him and take care of him and make him feel good. Satoru keeps looking at him with hearts in his eyes and petting him whenever he can.
“It’s actually a little scary how clingy you get when you’re rutting.”
Satoru doesn’t bother to answer, he just pushes Suguru’s hair over his shoulder and starts kissing him.
“You know, I’m a little upset with you.”
Satoru’s heart sinks, and he makes a whiny noise.
“Nooo, why? I don’t want Suguru to be upset with me.”
Suguru smirks at him.
“I had a whole thing planned out, you know. I got a pretty outfit for you too, I was planning on seducing you.”
“You were ?”
Suguru nods. His slutty, naughty, foxy omega.
“Oh my god. I wanna be seduced by Suguru.”
“Do you, hmmm? I don’t think you deserved to be seduced. You’re already horny enough.”
“Suguru - please. Please, please, please, I wanna see. I wanna see the sexy seduction outfit. Please, please, please.”
He’s naked begging Suguru to dress up in the fancy seduction outfit, cock hardening as he humps against Suguru’s ass.
“Behave, behave - down boy, stop, stop -”
Suguru takes a step away from him and glares. Satoru pouts at him, dick now fully hard again and Suguru looks at it as if it’s offending him.
“Bad dog,” Suguru scolds him, and then gives his cock a hard slap. It does nothing but make his dick bounce against his abdomen.
“Come on, Suguru - I promise I’ll behave. Please show me your sexy outfit.”
Suguru gives him a look and then sighs, indulgent.
“Fine. I’ll show you my outfit. Let me go put it on.”
Suguru takes a little bag out of his luggage and then takes it with him to the bathroom. Satoru even hears the shower running and he’s a little upset with that, actually, why is Suguru washing off their lovemaking?
Logically he knows it’s all sticky and gross to be covered in sweat, cum, slick and spit, and Suguru probably has something cute prepared for him so he doesn’t want to just put it on like that, but Satoru’s rutting mind doesn’t really care about that. He just wants to make sure Suguru smells like him.
This wouldn’t be an issue if Suguru himself would be Satoru’s mate. If they were mates properly, with mating marks and all, their hormones might calm down a little and accept that neither of them is on the verge of disappearing when they’re out of sight.
Satoru absentmindedly jerks his cock while waiting for Suguru to come out of the bathroom. It really only takes a gentle breeze for him to get hard while he’s in a rut, but unlike all the other instances where he had to let his biology take its course, he doesn’t feel desperate, or in pain or anything at all. Suguru’s presence and calming pheromones have a soothing effect on him - instead of being aggressive and on edge, he just feels needy for his lover.
“Suguruuu. Come on . Why are you stalling?”
“Wait, wait, stop complaining, I’ll be out in a minute. And stop jerking off, just wait for me to come out!”
Satoru pouts, looking at the door. Reluctantly, he lets go of his dick and puts his hands to the side.
When Suguru comes out of the bathroom, he’s wearing a dress.
Not just any sort of dress - it’s a long, tight mermaid dress, with a halter top and plunging neckline, backless and with cutouts around the hips. There’s golden chains around the hips and chest. Satoru’s jaw falls open.
Satoru can see the outlines of everything on his body - his nipples and his cute tiny cock, his slim waist, his rounded ass highlighted by the dress. Suguru looks a little uncomfortable, like he’s resisting the urge to cover himself. His face is red and his eyes keep darting away.
“So? Do you like it?” He asks, and does a little twirl. There’s a corset at the back of the dress, and golden chains dropping in such a way that it highlights Suguru’s round ass.
Satoru feels wild. He can’t even speak properly, all he can do is growl when he sees him.
“Satoru?”
One minute, Satoru’s just staring at him, the next, Satoru takes him in his arms and starts running his hands all over his body. There’s barely any light in the room and all of it is coming from outside, but it’s making Suguru’s body glow pretty.
“You’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Satoru pushes in his hands in the cutouts of his dress to squeeze his ass, while Suguru puts his hands on Satoru’s chest and cranes his neck up to kiss him. Satoru bites his lower lip softly and sucks on it purposefully. He smells clean and pleasant and Satoru’s heart beats so fast, and his dick is so hard and pushing against Suguru’s thigh.
“I need you. I love you. I love you so much. Let me fuck you again.”
Suguru laughs as Satoru peppers kisses up and down his keep, hands kneading his ass.
“Are you only saying that because you wanna get laid?”
“No - I really, really love you. I also wanna fuck you, and breed you, and mate you, but that’s all because I love you.”
Suguru sighs his name.
“I wanna bite you so badly, let me bite you.”
“Ngh - Satoru - if you bite me, that’s - official, that’s - no taking backs, that’s for real, long term, indefinite. ”
Satoru opens the corset strings that holds his dress together and he’s very restrained, considering he's not just ripping that thing apart. The dress opens up and Satoru pulls the stretchy fabric of it over Suguru’s ass, leaving the golden chain over it as a teasing little thing. He kneels down on the floor and presses his face against Suguru’s ass, rubs his cheek against it.
“Suguru, but I wanna be official with you. No taking backs. I want you so much.”
Suguru’s ass is perfect. Round and juicy and jiggly. It bounces when Satoru gives it to him good. Suguru’s ass. Rawr.
He opens his mouth and bites into it, sinks his fangs into it and sucks on his skin, making sure to leave a big mark. Everyone should know Suguru’s ass belongs to him.
“You can bite me, but bite me if you let me bite you too,” Suguru says through his moans, their panting breaths mixing together, sounds of their flesh slapping together.
“Deal. Deal - ”
They make love until he’s sated again, until his dick feels like it’s going to fall off from how much he’s used it and he’s starting to lose sensation in his hips. Suguru’s seductive dress is pulled off his body and Satoru licks him and kisses him and bites him everywhere.
Then, when they’re both a little more composed, Satoru pulls out the special key to Suguru’s collar and takes it off his neck. Holds Suguru’s hair up and kisses him neck up and down, licks at his mating glands, teasing them both with the anticipation of it.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
Satoru puts a hand on his neck, palm open against Suguru’s throat and sinks his teeth into it. Suguru gasps when he does it, and it quickly turns into a moan, and melts in Satoru’s embrace.
It takes him a little while to compose himself, and then he turns around, pushes Satoru unto the bed and straddles his waist -
“My turn,” he says, and sinks his teeth into Satoru’s throat without any hesitation.
It feels like fire through his blood, this sort of searing heat that ties them together.
The universe stops on for a second for them, and they’re just caught up in that one moment, where their bond tightens around them and Satoru thinks he can feel Suguru’s heart beating in his own chest.
He babbles nonsense as Suguru rides him afterwards, declaring his love and how much he cannot live without Suguru.
Whether Suguru believes him or not is currently irrelevant, they’re both just messily into it, chasing pleasure despite being overstimulated and oversensitive, trying to get more of each other. The headboard bangs against the wall so hard, he’s surprised they’re not getting any complaints for it.
Satoru wakes up early the next morning, when the sun is streaming through the curtains of their suite. Suguru is asleep on his chest, breathing in and out slowly, and Satoru’s heart swells.
He’s sore all over, but he’s so in love, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Satoru runs his fingers through Suguru’s hair and cups the back of his head. He kisses his forehead and touches his eyelids, his beautiful omega that’s sleeping soundly on his chest, his hand over Satoru’s heart, delicate fingers and lashes and lips. Satoru’s mark on his neck.
Suguru wakes up slowly, yawning cutely and stretching like a cat, arching his back and then slumping back down. The sheets that were covering him pool around him. Satoru’s breath catches. He can only stare in awe.
“Good morning, alpha,” Suguru says with a smile, looking at him with half-lidded, sleepy eyes. He raises himself on his and looks down at Satoru, reaches out a hand and touches his face with the same reverence that Satoru himself feels.
Satoru cups his cheek and runs his thumb over his lips.
“Good morning, my omega.”
Satoru wants to wake up next to Suguru every day of his life, starting from now.
