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Suguru knew he was small, even compared to his friends at home, he was always by far one of the smallest within their group. The jokes about him being pocket-sized and such were starting to get old, but that was just how it went. Suguru had known Satoru for years, and even though they’d never met during all those years, height was something they compared regularly.
Suguru used to be taller than Satoru, and he used to imagine Satoru around his house, he’d steal his dad’s tape measure and mark out Satoru’s height on his door frame, a reference of his best friend being in his house, even though they were miles apart.
Suguru always used to be taller than Satoru, proudly commenting on it whenever Satoru would send his height over. Suguru would imagine the day he and Satoru finally met, and thought that when that day came he would be towering above Satoru, able to pick him up and throw him about like he always threatened he would. Suguru had always thought that he was gonna present as an alpha, all the signs pointed to it. He was built well, tall, and athletically talented. If there was a hypothetical checklist for the perfect alpha, Suguru checked all the boxes.
That was until he turned 12, he stopped growing and just became average, frustratingly so, and his predictions were dipped to becoming a beta. Satoru had laughed over the call. They’d be betas together, and anyway, their second genders didn’t matter, they had each other, what more did they need?
When Suguru turned 16, he was worried. Satoru had a sudden growth spurt at 15, and a few months after turning 16, he presented as an Alpha, standing tall and broad at 6’4. Suguru had to stand on a box to mark Satoru’s height on the door. There was almost a foot in height difference between them, and Suguru was not impressed.
No one was surprised when Suguru presented as omega, in the way his delicate frame softened. Suguru was slightly disappointed, his life now seemingly resigned to carrying pups for some knot-headed alpha.
Satoru had laughed, as he always did, down the phone. Sweet little Suguwu, he’d cooed down the discord line, wheezing at Suguru’s growl down the line. When we move in together, I’ll look after you.
Something stirred in Suguru’s gut when Satoru said that, something in the way Satoru’s voice dropped, rumbling lowly in his ears. Satoru must have noticed, laughing at Suguru’s silence, before hitting Suguru’s in-game character and fleeing before Suguru could retaliate.
Suguru was 19 when he moved to live with Satoru, the change was daunting for the omega, moving away from his nest and family, but knowing he would finally be living with Satoru made it all worth it. They’d discussed heats and ruts. Suguru had been prescribed scent suppressants, something to help him get through most of his life without any troubles, hiding his soft, sweet scent as a muted beta smell, nothing that would draw any unwanted attention to him.
There were several ‘heat-holes’ around where Satoru and Suguru were going to be living, safe spaces for Omegas to go to when on heat, where they could nest and go through their heats without disturbing the outer public. Suguru had cringed at the name when Satoru brought it up, the name sounding far too similar to something less wholesome.
But here Suguru was, standing on the driveway to his new home. Sweating slightly in his jumper, a hand gripped tightly around his suitcase, covered in halos and nearly as big as he was. Suguru's furniture and PC had been moved earlier in the week, leaving it for Satoru to set up for him.
The door flung open, crashing into whatever was behind it, revealing Satoru.
Satoru.
The excitement Suguru felt was suddenly flooded with fear, what if Satoru didn’t like him in person or-
His quickly spiralling thoughts were cut off by Satoru launching himself down the drive, long legs covering the ground between them, not stopping when he reached Suguru, purely sweeping the smaller boy up in his arms, laughing as Suguru squealed at the contact.
Satoru dropped Suguru, stepping back to finally be able to see him in person, and was blown away by the sight before him. Suguru was perfect, even more so than he had been over the calls, looking at him on a screen had nothing on seeing him, finally , in person.
But Suguru really was perfect; long silky black hair framing his face, not tamed in the slightest by hair products or tied back. Almost drowning in the jumper he was wearing, Satoru reached forward and grabbed Suguru’s hand, well, it ended up being the end of his giant sleeves, but that was good enough for the alpha, who proceeded to drag his small friend up the drive, laughing as Suguru complained at the speed they were going at.
Satoru had set up Suguru’s room perfectly, his bed and desk right where he had planned, and his PC and monitors set up, just needing to be plugged in properly. LEDs stuck to the underside of the bed and desk, lighting the room with a blessed lilac glow.
It was everything Suguru dreamed it would be.
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Satoru was huge. Huge . This was just something Suguru was going to have to come to terms with, he was built like some cross between a football player and a swimmer, tall, broad and just built. It really wasn’t fair. Compared to Satoru, Suguru was so small, absolutely swamped by the hoodies he would steal, burying himself in them on the sofa, curling them around his soft form.
Satoru’s hands alone were nearly the size of dinner plates, he could fold his fingers over the tops of Sugurus when they compared hand sizes. He’d always laugh at the sight of Suguru in any of his hoodies, how much the sleeves flopped over his hands, panda paws , Satoru had referred to them as one time, and from then, any time Suguru wore a hoodie, Satoru would call him his little panda , which of course just lead to Suguru wearing hoodies almost all the time.
This wasn’t looking good for Suguru.
Suguru really should have noticed the signs, how his body was reacting to Satoru, how warm he was when he was around Satoru, how he was arranging his room, his bed. Suguru had even started to rearrange the living room sofa, starting to form his nests. He should have noticed the change in his scent, the way it was softening, sweetening, the way it affected Satoru when he’d enter a room, his focus would snap over to him. Sharp blue eyes locking onto him, trailing over his small form, lingering over the gentle curves of his body.
However Suguru did not notice the signs, so when he slipped into sleep one night, curled into a ball, surrounded by a built-up circle of pillows, he did not expect that night’s dream to be Satoru.
It started, as all dreams do, in a blur. A combo of warmth and being held, being wrapped up in arms so large that Suguru couldn’t see the end of them, all he could do was be held. The arms started to develop more, turning more from a feeling of being held into the image of actual arms, pale and strong, wrapped around him.
Warmth flooded his whole body, the feeling of another’s body pressed against him, keeping him warm and safe. Heat started to travel down his body, pooling in his gut. The hands around him moved down, pressing firmly now over his stomach, fingers curling into the soft hair trailing further down. Suguru felt a groan rumble through his body, someone else, deep and rich, coming from the body behind him.
Satoru. Satoru. Suguru rolled over, taking in the sight in front of him.
There, draped in some kind of silk sheet, in jaw-dropping glory, was Satoru. Twinkling blue eyes that Suguru could drown in trailed down Suguru’s small form, want, so primal, so needy flowed off of Satoru’s body.
Under such an intense stare, Suguru couldn’t help but flush, the pink spreading down his body from his cheeks, painting his shoulders, his chest. One of Satoru’s hands reached up, tracing along Suguru’s collarbone, following the blush down to his chest, tracing impossible patterns across such a small space of skin.
Satoru’s hand settled on Suguru’s hip, the weight and size of it just blew Suguru’s mind, how was he supposed to cope with that. With one final lingering stare, Satoru shifted his body so he was hovering over Suguru, shadowing him with his huge frame. Suguru could smell Satoru in the air, Satoru’s thick scent mixing with Suguru’s sweeter one. A combination that Suguru had grown to love over the past few weeks, and this more intense scent was just driving him mad now.
Satoru nuzzled his way into Suguru’s neck, seeking out his scenting glad and nibbling gently on the area around it. Slowly, gently, Satoru made his way down Suguru’s body, leaving delicate kisses and bites until Satoru settled between Suguru’s legs, splaying his huge hands over Suguru’s thighs, pushing them apart so he could access more.
Satoru circled one thick finger through Suguru’s folds, dipping the tip into Suguru’s cunt, collecting all the slick that was gathering there, admiring the way it looked on his fingers. In one smooth movement, Satoru slid his finger into Suguru, while latching his lips around Suguru’s clit.
The double stimulation made Suguru cry out, reaching one hand down to grab Satoru’s hair, tangling small fingers into Satoru’s unruly white hair. Tugging slightly to get Satoru to look up at him, Suguru gasped softly at the sight of Satoru, blown pupils lined with a ring of sapphire, glittering in the dark, flush painted across his cheeks and nose, his lips, pink and slick, his tongue hanging out, lazily flicking across Suguru’s clit. It truly was a sight to behold.
“More, please Satoru,” Suguru tugged twice on Satoru’s hair guiding his face back to Suguru’s cunt. “Another finger please, I can take it.”
Satoru hummed into Suguru’s clit, before sinking a second finger into Suguru, relishing in the moan the omega made below him. His slick and second sex was making it easy for Satoru to work the older boy for him, prepping him for Satoru’s cock. They stayed in relative silence for a while, the only noises between them being Suguru’s breathing and the slick sounds coming from Satoru working his fingers into Suguru, twisting and scissoring them to make the omega moan more.
“Satoru I need you to fuck me,” Suguru gasped, his voice rough with need. “I’m ready I’m prepped, you can-“
Dreams truly were something to be explored more, because as soon as Suguru had muttered those words, Satoru was lining his cock up with Suguru’s entrance, rubbing the tip against the hole and starting to push in, Suguru’s slick giving him more than enough lubricant to slide in, not stopping until his cock fully bottomed out in Suguru, enjoying the loud noises Suguru was making.
“You’re so fucking tight, Suguru,” Satoru hissed, rocking his hips slighly, “so small and tight around my cock, just look at you, made for me.”
Suguru moaned, Satoru was huge, and he filled up every part of Suguru that needed filling, all his nerves tingling at the stimulation.
“So good, such a small omega, taking my cock so well.” Suguru’s head was spinning at the words coming from Satoru, but he couldn’t help but preen. Satoru started to pick up his pace a bit, one huge hand holding Suguru still, splayed over his belly, feeling the tension through Suguru as he rocked his cock into the smaller boy. His other hand found its way around Suguru’s neck, curling this fingers around the omega’s soft skin, the pressure on Suguru’s glands dragging delicious noises out of the dark-haired omega. Satoru seemed to relish in those sounds, and he growled softly as Suguru tilted his head back, presenting his neck for Satoru to scent.
“Such a good boy, taking my cock so well.” Satoru snapped his hips forward, causing the older boy to cry out, the steady pace Satoru had been keeping up was driving him insane. “You’re just the perfect little omega, taking me so well. so small, so perfect .”
“Satoru please, I’m so close I wanna come,” Suguru begged, dark eyes looking up pleadingly at the white-haired Alpha, he felt wild with want. “I wanna come on your cock please let me.”
Satoru growled, moving the hand that was around Suguru’s neck to grab both Suguru’s wrists, his huge hand able to hold both with ease. “Come on my cock then omega, like a good boy. You can come for me.”
With Suguru’s arms pinned above his head, Satoru was able to speed up his pace, each thrust seeming to send his cock deeper into Suguru, the heavy mixture of both their scents intertwining. Suguru came with a cry, more slick coating Satoru’s cock.
At the sight of the omega beneath him coming, Satoru fucked his own orgasm into Suguru, not bothering to pull out as his knot formed, sealing himself, and his come into Suguru for the foreseeable future.
Suguru felt warmth filling him, warmth from Satoru’s weight on top of him, warmth from Satoru’s cock and come inside of him, Suguru just felt warm.
Suguru felt too warm. Warmth from his real life was seeping into his dream and it wasn’t good. His dream Satoru melted away from the heat, dripping onto him and leaving him hot and empty. Dreams were starting to mix with reality and Suguru started to smell his own scent, sickly sweet and thick . Way too thick for a normal omega.
Suguru thrashed slightly, the movement disturbing his body and sending a slight rush of slick out onto his thighs. His dark eyes snapped open as he realised what was happening and where he was.
He wasn’t at home, with his toys, where he could lock himself away for a few days and hide. He was with Satoru. With an alpha . An alpha he had just dreamt about fucking.
And he’d just started his heat.