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Tecchou’s teeth dig into his shoulder, first, and then the crook of his neck. Jouno can’t stop the wounded noise that leaves him, or the way he claws at Tecchou’s arms in return.
Jouno smells the blood in the air before he feels it—it beads down his torso when Tecchou pulls away, wild eyes locked onto Jouno as he heaves.
It’s not that Jouno doesn’t understand Tecchou’s impulses—Jouno’s an alpha, too, after all, he gets it—but it’s because of that he trembles, that he bites down the growl rising in his throat. Tecchou wants to claim, to bite and breed and own him. The thought makes Jouno feel sick, his instincts trying to make him rebel—he sinks back into the mattress, instead, because Jouno wants this more than he’s wanted anything in a long, long time.
Tecchou croons at the way Jouno submits, thumb coming up to wipe away tear tracks on Jouno’s cheeks. Jouno doesn’t even know when he started crying. How long have they been here? How many times has Tecchou fucked him open? With how battered Jouno feels, it must have been awhile.
Tecchou’s fingers press against his rim, and then they slide in. The wet noise it makes rings in Jouno’s ears, and he sighs, wriggling, as Tecchou pushes his release from earlier sessions deeper into his mate. Jouno sniffs, a little incredulously, rocking down on the digits as a taunt—which works, obviously, because he hears how Tecchou’s heart stutters and then speeds up.
“If you’re going to do something, get on with it.” Jouno says. He cringes internally at how scratchy his voice comes out, but the words have their intended effect.
Maybe too well. Tecchou’s fingers leave him, and then they reappear on his hips, dragging Jouno forward and impaling him on Tecchou’s cock all at once. It completely knocks the wind out of him, and Tecchou doesn’t even give him a moment to recover—it’s too hard, too fast, too much—Jouno scrambles to ground himself, digging his nails into Tecchou’s shoulders as something like a scream tears out of Jouno’s throat.
Tecchou either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. His pace is relentless, the sound and feeling of skin hitting skin overwhelming, Tecchou’s breath hot and heavy in Jouno’s ears. It hurts, but Jouno can do nothing to get away from it, Tecchou’s strong grip keeping him in place as Tecchou uses him like a glorified cocksleeve. Tecchou’s hands leave his hips to grab at his thighs, prying his legs further apart. Jouno sobs, hands fisting in the sheets when Tecchou moves out of his reach, tugging one of Jouno’s legs over his shoulder and biting at his calf.
Tecchou fucks him like his life depends on it, like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do—God, it’s painful, and it’s so good it feels addictive—and then Tecchou leans over him again, one hand fisting around Jouno’s cock while his tongue laps at the sensitive inside of Jouno’s ear.
Jouno feels like he’s going to explode, or maybe just die, though he’s not sure in what order. It’s impossible to miss Tecchou’s deep grunts with his lips right next to Jouno’s head like this, and even more impossible to miss what comes next.
“Jouno,” he says. Jouno shakes just at hearing his voice. “Let me in.”
Tecchou’s tone is deceptively soft—even so, there’s no mistaking the words for anything but what they are: an order from Jouno’s alpha, from the apex between them, and Jouno’s body complies before he can even think about it, insides loosening to allow Tecchou to slide in impossibly deeper.
Tecchou hits parts of Jouno that have previously gone untouched. The feeling makes Jouno wail, thrashing. Tecchou growls as a warning, wrapping an arm around Jouno’s middle and pulling the smaller alpha against his chest to hold him in place.
“T-Tecchou-san—Tecchou, oh God, I can’t—I’m—ah!”
Tecchou’s hand around his cock tightens at the base—Jouno bucks his hips into it instinctively. He doesn’t even realize he’s about to come until he does, knot expanding as his body tries, fruitlessly, to lock him into Tecchou’s closed fist, cum splattering against both of their torsos. Tecchou doesn’t have nearly the same problem; Jouno is suddenly very aware of Tecchou’s knot pressing against the rim of his ass. It threatens to shatter the last coherent thought he has—he makes a solid attempt to get it out there, anyway.
“Tecc—Tecchou, stop, it won’t—“
It won’t fit, he tries, because Jouno isn’t an omega and it’s too big and there’s no way in hell, but he doesn’t manage to say so. Tecchou seems to understand, though—he just also doesn’t care.
“It will.” He says, simply. Jouno’s fuzzy mind isn’t in its senses to try and articulate a rebuttal.
He bites his lip, instead, the drag of Tecchou’s cock against his insides quickly pushing him into overstimulation. Tecchou’s right, in the end, even though it takes some forcing—Tecchou’s knot slips into him, pushing him far, far passed his limit. It, surprisingly, doesn’t burn as bad as Jouno would have figured. Or maybe it does, and it’s just masked by the unbelievable pleasure that washes over him. Tecchou locks into place a moment later, and the way Jouno’s ass stretches to accommodate—it’s nothing like Jouno’s ever felt before. It’s indescribable.
Tecchou fills Jouno with thick strands of his seed, and Jouno feels something inside him give way to make space as Tecchou’s release, along side the cum that had been there already, stuffs him full. He whimpers, a little helplessly; he really, really wasn’t built for this, but Tecchou’s hands run over the distension of his stomach like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Part of Jouno wonders what he must look like to Tecchou right now.
When Tecchou’s orgasm finally subsides, Jouno sags bonelessly against the bed, a long, heavy breath leaving him. Tecchou noses at his jaw, plants gentle kisses along his face and neck, murmuring praise that Jouno can’t make out with his brain as turned to mush as it is. He feels exhausted, like he could sleep for years. Tecchou’s rut is calmed down, for now, though, and that’s what’s important—but Jouno knows that it’s not over. He probably has an hour or two to get his bearings before Tecchou needs him again. The reminder makes him heave a weary sigh.
He’s going to raise hell when this is through. Tecchou is going to owe him big time.