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"When you think about it, virginity is a state of mind above all else."
"That's… not how sex works," Kiyoomi exhaled. Exasperated by the fact that he was even having this conversation. Even more so that he was enjoying it.
"No? Care ta give me a live demonstration on how sex works, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu drawls as he leans far too close to the curly haired.
Yet, Kiyoomi doesn't move from his spot. Somehow he's become accustomed to having his personal space invaded by the alpha. Dare he say this is even a welcomed occurrence.
Instead, Kiyoomi responded with the roll of his eyes and a monotone, "Keep dreaming."
"Bet y'r pretty lil ass I will," Atsumu winked before he was interrupted by Hinata.
"No, I think Atsu-san's onto something with that. Like. If an omega has a rut, aren't they technically no longer a virgin?" The alpha queried.
"Exactly. That's what I'm sayin' Sho-kun!" Atsumu jumped at the opportunity to further his point.
"It's a heat. Not a rut. And not all omegas have sexual partners during their heats. Who even taught you two the basics of anatomy?"
"Oh, I only passed so I could stay on the team. I don't really remember much of that," Hinata admitted.
Kiyoomi shook his head and muttered, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Heats, ruts, whatever. Even if it ain't a partner there, ain't no way an alpha nor an omega can be called a virgin after that. I've seen how it goes for both, Omi-kun!"
"You've been with omegas during their heats?" Kiyoomi didn't mean to focus on that but… okay he had no real excuse other than he was curious okay??
"Why? Ya jealous?"
Atsumu is so damn annoying but it took everything in Kiyoomi not to yell "Yes!" so he settled for a pout.
Because for one, there's NOTHING to be jealous about. They're just friends. Wait, no just teammates. Yes. That's it.
For two, Kiyoomi has always fared just find without an alpha and he doesn't need one now. Motoya may disagree with him on this but Motoya always disagrees with Kiyoomi, so that doesn't count.
He couldn't think of a third reason but those two are far more than enough to remind him that Atsumu helping other omega's during their heats meant nothing to him!
The team moved on if only because Hinata and Bokuto started excitedly talking about their own omega's and how they've shared their ruts and heats together since they met in high school.
Those details seemed to linger with Kiyoomi even after they'd dispersed to their own rooms preparing for an early morning practice.
Try as he might, Kiyoomi had not been able to get the small pieces of information out of his head.
Like the way Atsumu excitedly agreed with Bokuto and Hinata about how great it was to have their specific omega's depend on them. Because apparently Akaashi and Kageyama were not affectionate, physically speaking.
Kiyoomi couldn't help but feel some kinship with that aspect. And he's met them both. They all get along fine. He particularly enjoys how neither Kageyama nor Akaashi need audible interference, simply existing in the same vicinity has been enough for the three at any given time.
That's a far cry from the three Kiyoomi spent his night with earlier. A smile mindlessly formed on Kiyoomi's lips as he washed his hair and thought about how Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu might actually combust if no words were exchanged in close quarters for an extended period of time.
Normally, none of this would matter. Motoya has exchanged stories about his dealings with alpha's during his heat all the time. Each of them more different than the last and the next. But there's something about the similarities presented tonight with Kageyama and Akaashi that has the conversation bouncing around his head like a wayward volleyball as he moved from the shower to the steamy mirror to start his face routine.
Kiyoomi allowed himself to ponder a bit more before he decided what worked for those omega's didn't have to work for him. Besides, Bokuto and Hinata were talking about their high school sweethearts, so surely that caveat colored their rose colored lenses. Atsumu, well, he didn't have that excuse but he's Atsumu so maybe he's an outlier.
Nevertheless, Kiyoomi knew his heat was coming in two weeks and as always, he was adequately prepared. His nest and his toys have sustained him for the last 7 years of his life and they will suffice for the duration of his heats, if he had anything to say about it.
While blow drying his hair, Kiyoomi decided that the last 30 minutes of deep thought was far more than enough thinking on the matter. By the time Kiyoomi's head hits the sheets, he pushed it out of his mind as he snuggled deeper into the covers to enjoy a peaceful night.
"Ya look like ya ain't slept in 7 days and 7 nights," Atsumu teased as Kiyoomi walked onto the court uncharacteristiacally 'late.'
The team hadn't started practice yet but Kiyoomi has built a routine of stretching at least 15 minutes alone before the Black Jackals joined him.
"I'm not late."
"Wow ya sound even worse than ya look. Didn't think that was possible," Atsumu laughed which only made Kiyoomi grind his teeth.
Afterall, it was Atsumu who kept him up all night. Albeit, an imaginary Atsumu, but Miya Atsumu nonetheless.
"If ya fuck up my sets I ain't sendin' any to ya!"
Kiyoomi decided the silent treatment was better than an argument with the hot headed alpha so he to continued walking to his preferred spot for stretching without so much as a glance in Atsumu's direction. Kiyoomi would blame the state of Atsumu's cocky personality on his second gender, but there's a 97% chance the blonde would be just as arrogant whether he was a beta or an omega at birth.
After practice, although Kiyoomi didn't flub any spikes, his entire body felt sluggish by the time he hit the showers. Atsumu sent him less sets than normal, but he didn't stop them altogether. Kiyoomi wasn't sure if he should be happy about that or if he wanted to be upset.
Whenever Atsumu was involved, all of Kiyoomi's thoughts seemed to be muddled. Much like last night. Or this morning, rather, when Kiyoomi woke up out of such a blissed out state of sleep an hour into dreaming.
As Kiyoomi was the first to hit the showers post-practice, his mind filtered through that short but way too sweet dream that he'd had. The alpha was there, tending to Kiyoomi. Setting up his nest, feeding him food, rubbing his hair as Kiyoomi sipped water from a straw that Atsumu brought to his lips.
When he woke up, Kiyoomi's skin felt prickly against the sheets. Naturally, he couldn't go back to sleep. His mind was too busy condemning and enjoying the memories of his dreams. It was a very conflicting couple of hours for Kiyoomi. He managed at least 2 more hours of sleep after that, but not nearly enough.
Before heading to the gym, Kiyoomi had decided that there would be no need in reprimanding himself for those thoughts after the robust conversations that carried on forever the night before. He can't control his dreams so he'd simply have to control his reality by pretending nothing happened.
"Omi, ya a'right?"
Atsumu's drawl nearly startled Kiyoomi from the shower stall next to his own. Apparently Kiyoomi had gotten lost in thought and lost track of time. The showers were still empty and all he could hear were lockers closing. Had he daydreamed — or relived his previous dream? — so long that the entire team had come and gone?
"Y're always the first one in and outta here when practice is over but the guys couldn't wait that long so they all just headed home. They'll shower there."
Kiyoomi wasn't quite understanding but his eyes stopped on the patch that sat on Atsumu's neck and the practice clothes still on him. If it weren't for Kiyoomi's blockers he's sure the alpha's scent would be even more potent. Instead, a rain forest aroma was barely eking out, soothing Kiyoomi more than he'd like to admit.
"You haven't showered."
"We ain't wanna disturb ya, and ya didn't really make it easy," Atsumu pointed to Kiyoomi's uncovered scent gland on his own neck and his hand immediately went to cover it.
Kiyoomi, Adriah, and Barnes are usually the first, and only, to shower immediately post practice. That allowed them time to be without their patches as they cleaned up the sweat without any alpha's present. Barnes was a beta so he really just benefited from not being affected by their sweet pheromones that tend to intensify as soon as the water hits their skin. It mellowed out by the time the shower was coming to an end as a way of signaling the omega had been properly relieved from the cleansing.
"Y're makin' the place smell great but I don't think ya want a pack of overly excited alpha's attackin' ya for a whiff."
Atsumu's smile almost knocked Kiyoomi down.
It's not their usual banter. This isn't the vibe they typically have. That smile isn't one Kiyoomi has ever seen, not before last night at least. And he must say, the real thing is even better than in his dreams. Softer. Radiant, even. A side of Atsumu that Kiyoomi never new existed on this side of reality. And a side that Kiyoomi didn't think he'd have a single care for before his previous stupor.
"Y're gonna prune if ya stay any longer," Atsumu reached over the waist high baricade to turn the water off from Kiyoomi's shower. "Meian and Barnes grabbed everyone's stuff so ya ain't gotta rush outta here. But I ain't wanna leave without at least makin' sure y'were a'right."
Words have never failed Kiyoomi the way they're failing him now. Not wanting to talk is completely different than not knowing what to say. Those damn pheromones gave Kiyoomi away though, if Atsumu's amused and possibly shocked expression was anything to go by.
"Want me ta wait for ya out front?" Kiyoomi nodded and Atsumu took his leave, probably sprinting away from the overwhelming pheromones that Kiyoomi was emitting uncontrolably.
The practice gym was walking distance from their sharehouse. Kiyoomi made sure to slap a patch on his neck before he exited the locker room. It was his usual routine but clearly he was off his game from the moment he awoke an hour into his sleep last night.
In an odd turn of events, Atsumu didn't talk Kiyoomi's ear off. Their walk was comfortably and surprisingly silent. The omega didn't mind but with his current company, and with the whole shower situation, it was admittedly strange. Not bad, though.
As soon as Kiyoomi cleared his bedroom, locking the door behind him, he called Motoya.
"Are you in pre-heat?"
"Hello to you too, Kiyoomi."
"Are you?"
"No."
"Tch."
"Kiyoomi, did you just suck your teeth at me?" Motoya's laugh was at least the one normal thing happening in Kiyoomi's life today.
"I think I'm early."
"Oh shit, really? How? And what makes you think that anyway? Did something happen?"
Kiyoomi would rather not get into everything but the only way to glean some helpful insight is by telling the whole story. So he does. From the conversation yesterday — giving as much detail as he could remember — to the dream, his lack of sleep, his sluggish play, his long shower, and his tratitorous pheromones.
"Damn, Kiyoomi. I'm not even anywhere near Tokyo for at least 3 more days."
A deep sigh left Kiyoomi's chest. That was as much of a confirmation as any. Kiyoomi was in pre-heat and the only person that would typically help him reel in his hormones was out of the city.
"You're not going to like this, but you could ask Atsumu."
"I cannot ask Atsumu."
"I told you you wouldn't like it. But as I was saying, he practically said as much last night. He's helped omega's before. He's clearly the source of you being 2 weeks early-"
"That's not true!"
Motoya pressed on as if Kiyoomi hadn't just lied through his teeth, "And he's also looking out for you as it is. Not just any alpha would have been able to be around you in that shower. I know he still had on his patch but that must have taken a lot for him to endure. You weren't even aware of your surroundings, Kiyoomi. The rest of your team decided to leave instead of joining you. Imagine how bad it has to be, how strong you have to smell, for every single player to opt out of showering. And yet-"
"And yet Atsumu wanted to make sure I was alright."
"Look, it's up to you. I'm not telling you what to do. I know how strongly you feel about handling your heats alone. But there's never been a time where I wasn't able to scent you during an unexpected pre-heat. You're in unfamiliar territory. And your team cares about you. Especially a certain setter," Motoya didn't let Kiyoomi's huff deter him. "So it's either suffer the unknown alone, or take the helping hand that's reaching out to you. From the sounds of it, you really want to anyways."
Motoya's laugh was enough for Kiyoomi to say, "I'm hanging up," and swiftly end the call. He's been as helpful, and unhelpful, as it will get.
Kiyoomi was pacing instead of sitting. The sheets still made him feel a bit prickly and his chair wouldn't bode well with the nervous energy coursing through him.
All things considered, Kiyoomi knew Motoya was right. That didn't mean that he wanted Motoya to be right. If he was getting what he wanted, Motoya would be here with him. Or even better, Kiyoomi wouldn't be experiencing his pre-heat 2 weeks early.
Typically, he and Motoya had similar cycles. Something about omega bodies syncing up whenever they had a deep connection and were often in the same vicinity.
There was only two times that Motoya had to make his way to Kiyoomi's dorm to help when his body got off track — both times having to do with Kiyoomi starting something new and adjusting to his surroundings. With Kiyoomi joining MSBY and Motoya traveling with EJP, they were not able to keep their typical schedule the last few months. Much to Kiyoomi's dismay, Motoya isn't able to make a last minute trip to rectify Kiyoomi's current hormonal changes.
If he didn't think too much about it, this isn't a big deal. He just needed a little scenting. Hell, even Adriah or Hinata could handle that for him. But the way that his body shuttered — in a very 'not on my watch' way at just the thought of those two touching him in a non-volleyball related manner — was telling.
Kiyoomi hadn't admitted, even to himself, that his omega purrs at the thought of Atsumu sometimes. Before the dream or the conversation. Before the walk home or the shower. It was slight enough for Kiyoomi to ignore the small rustling from his traitorous second gender, until now.
Thinking of the dream Kiyoomi had, his own subconcious signaling exactly what and who it wanted, it was hard to fight the truth of the matter.
This was only natural, is what he kept telling himself. These kinds of things can't be helped. Especially in such proximity. He's probably not the first nor last person to have his omega reacting to an alpha of its own volition. Asking Atsumu for help is doing the world some good. Balancing things out and what not. Something like that.
Those thoughts were used as motivation to keep pacing from his room, out into the hallway, and not stopping until he was knocking on Atsumu's bedroom door.
He heard the blonde say come in but Kiyoomi stayed on the other side, waiting.
"Didja hear me?" Atsumu asked, voice closer to the door this time. "Omi?!"
There he is. No turning back now.
Kiyoomi kept his patch on while talking to Motoya instead of ripping it off as soon as he was in his room. And thank fuck he did because the sight of Miya Atsumu with no shirt is nothing new but in this moment it was tantalizing to say the least. Kiyoomi's glad he's only at the door because the alpha's scent inside those four walls might very well send him right over the edge into full blown heat if he wasn't careful.
"Ain't expect ta see ya standin' here. What's up?"
His smile is so open. As if there's nothing Kiyoomi could say or do right now that Atsumu wouldn't wholly welcome. Well, it's now or never.
"You've helped other omega's with their heats."
Atsumu's eyes widened and that smile shifted into an impressed smirk as he nodded.
"So, what about pre-heats? Have you also helped with that?"
Atsumu was leaning against his door frame but that question made him stand at his full height.
"I haven't. But I'm up for the challenge if that's somethin' ya need?"
Kiyoomi's eyes traveled up and down Atsumu's body. The body being willingly offered to him. This was going surprisingly well given their usual back and forth. A part of Kiyoomi wanted to turn around and say forget it. But his second gender was taking up a very large part of his brain, so he supposes that's the part that has him nodding instead of scurrying away.
Motoya always called Kiyoomi "anti-alpha" and it was something the omega prided himself on. He didn't need that dominant gender. Omegas were capable of sustaining a full life as long as they had another omega around for scenting in pre-heat and the right medications and supplies for full heat.
As Atsumu offered himself without hesitation, Kiyoomi was faced with the truth that everything he's ever believed in has been toppled after one conversation, one dream, one moment of tenderness in the locker room. Because it's starting to seem like not just something his omega needed. Rather, something Kiyoomi wanted?
"Where do ya wanna do this?"
Atsumu didn't hesitate for even a moment, making Kiyoomi snap out of his thoughts and into the present.
"My room."
Kiyoomi expected Atsumu to follow him as the omega turned to leave but Atsumu called out, "Gimme a second. Gonna grab some of my things for y'r nest. I mean, y'll have the real thing with ya but just in case ya need it after I leave."
Fuck. Just the thought of Atsumu leaving has Kiyoomi's omega whining.
He rolled his eyes for no one to see and stomped off to his room. His attitude was warranted, because since when does an alpha giving him anything make him so happy?
Since now, apparently.
Kiyoomi has slept with two alpha's in the past but it was not during, nor near, his heats. And it wasn't someone that made him feel the way Atsumu does.
This first year being a pro has been more than what Kiyoomi assumed professional volleyball would be. Partially because he never expected to live in a sharehouse filled with alpha's. And once he learned that this would be his arrangements, he told Motoya all about his misgivings. In true Motoya fashion, he simply laughed off the ridiculous things Kiyoomi was saying and told him it would be fine.
He was right. More than that, Atsumu has made it a fun experience for him. And Kiyoomi isn't one to use that word so freely.
Fun is nothing Kiyoomi cared much for. He enjoyed being alone, sometimes an animals presence wouldn't be so bad. If he had to choose, he'd probably go with a cat or a chicken.
Yet somehow he ended up living with 3 human puppies — Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu.
Kiyoomi was expecting to be overwhelmed with far too much energy from his roommates. However, Atsumu would often be the best buffer by making sure to either include Kiyoomi in their shenanigans whenever he fancied, or make an excuse for Kiyoomi to sit out.
As he waited in his room for Atsumu, Kiyoomi finally acquicesed to admitting how today was no outlier for Atsumu. It being the alpha who turned off his shower and walked home with him was not out of the way for the blonde.
Kiyoomi's skin was heating at the thought, not even in the horny way. Instead, it's this new type of heat. If he had to explain it in a word, he'd say it was an innate need to be with alpha again.
What an inconvenience... At least that's what Kiyoomi wanted to say. But as the alpha crossed the threshold into his room — from the door Kiyoomi left wide open — he's having a hard time remembering exactly why he didn't like alphas to begin with.
It's not like he's actually had a bad experience with any of them. Kiyoomi would simply prefer not to have to rely on anyone other than himself. If he allowed himself a moment to sit with the idea, he'd have to admit that Atsumu has always made it easy for him to just be.
Not be an omega or be a spiker or be a gay man. Just be. And that made the blonde special in a way Kiyoomi hadn't allowed himself to place prior to now.
Which is precisely why knowing Atsumu had helped any other omega's with their heats subsequently pushed Kiyoomi down a rabbit hole of needing alpha.
"I've got one more thing, one second," Atsumu said, cutting through Kiyoomi's thoughts as he dropped a bag into Kiyoomi's room before turning to leave.
It didn't have that rainforest smell that Kiyoomi got a whiff of in the shower earlier. Atsumu's room didn't smell like that either as Kiyoomi stood at the door.
This was more woodsy. Clearly it's his omega that intensified the need for even more of that scent since its already so close. His body moved toward the bag and unzipped it almost off instinct more than anything else.
"Was I takin' too long? Sorry 'bout that. Wanted to get this," Atsumu had a very large blanket folded up into his arms.
Kiyoomi snagged a shirt from the top of the backpack then crossed the room to close the door since Atsumu went straight towards his bed without doing so.
"I usually sleep with this oversized thing on top of my comforter so ya don't have to worry about givin' it back soon. I brought some clothes for ya in there but I figured this would help more than it hurt."
Kiyoomi really didn't know what to say. Atsumu was,,, making his nest? He had half a mind to pinch himself just to make sure he hadn't returned to his dream from the night before.
"You don't have to do that."
"What? Make y'r nest? This ain't somethin' ya need for pre-heat? Guess I really shoulda paid at least a lil attention durin' anatomy," Atsumu laughed as casually as always as he finished laying out the blanket then moved to pick up the bag. "So, ya don't need me to lay these on top of the blanket?"
Technically, no. Kiyoomi just needed Atsumu to scent him. He and Motoya would sit next to each other with their arms locked, as Motoya scented Kiyoomi's wrist. It wasn't,,, this.
This is something Kiyoomi would expect his alpha to do for him, sure. But Atsumu isn't…
"Yes," Kiyoomi pushed the bag that sat in front of Atsumu's chest, making the blonde step back towards the bed and look at him with an unknowing grin.
"A'right. Y're bein' weird. Usin' less words. I mean, it ain't like ya talk a lot to begin with but y're hardly finishin' any of y'r sentences, Omi. Is it always like that in y'r pre-heat?"
No. It isn't. His pre-heats have never been like this.
Kiyoomi just shook his head and for a moment, Atsumu's smile slipped. Not shifting to concern. No, something far more potent.
A silent understanding that they were both traversing unchartered territory. Together.
Atsumu nodded and moved about the bed, placing shirts and hoodies and sweats around, giving Kiyoomi the backstory on where he bought each one.
"This one's mine but it's from 'Samu. I've had it since high school so it's basically mine."
"I did hear you were a thief in your younger years. I wouldn't be surprised if this was amongst your 5 finger discount collection.
"If ya feel the inside of the hoodie y'd understand."
One day Kiyoomi wouldn't be helpless to that wry smile. Today is not that day.
Atsumu stepped away from the bed and took a moment to himself with his hands on both hips. Kiyoomi couldn't say if the alpha was contemplating or admiring his work but he gave Atsumu all the time he needed.
Or maybe he used that as an excuse to give himself time.
Before he could work out the answer to that, Atsumu swung in his direction and said, "Y're lookin' nervous, Omi. Gettin' cold feet?"
"You're… a lot more accommodating than I expected."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Atsumu stepped into Kiyoomi's space and slowly put both hands on Kiyoomi's waist. "This okay?"
Kiyoomi didn't respond verbally, but his hands travelled up Atsumu's corded biceps and over his shoulders until one rested on the blonde's perky chest while the other rubbed at the covered scent gland.
"You're wearing a patch."
A slight blush colored Atsumu's cheeks, sending an immediate rush of electricity through Kiyoomi's veins. He didn't even know Atsumu had the genes available to make such a bashful expression.
"Yeah, the guys agreed to put them on after our showers at home. We didn't really know what would help but figured this would be a good start."
Kiyoomi's fingers continued to move mindlessly over the white cloth-like material with sticky edges. Momentarily he wondered if it were Atsumu's idea for the alpha's in the house to wear the patch, but immediately decided that didn't matter. Because Atsumu had agreed to put it on without even asking. And it has helped. Not smelling alpha's freely walking around his space with their pheromones leaking has kept Kiyoomi's heat at bay. Or at least prolonged any adverse reactions in this state of pre-heat.
That level of consideration made his omega purr all of its own volition. He would be embarrassed but he's far too pleased at the moment. And, unfortunately, still in his right mind. So he couldn't put all of the blame on his omega.
This moment — Atsumu holding him and Kiyoomi allowing himself to be held — was something he wanted, more than for the sake of scenting.
"Seems like someone's happy. I must be doin' somethin' right."
A smile tugged at Kiyoomi's lips the more he allowed himself to be in the present.
"Oh? I must really be doin' well if its got ya crackin' a grin for me."
"Bragging about doing well doesn't mean you're doing well," Kiyoomi chastised but it was futile, because he said it through a wide enough smile that there was no mistaking how pleased he was.
Atsumu leaned in to whisper, "I'm just gettin' started darlin'."
And, well, now Kiyoomi's cheeks were aflame, if the heat on his face were any indication.
He may have felt more of a flutter than necessary as soft lips brushed right below his ear, making his entire body shiver.
Atsumu's chuckle was low and throaty as he said, "Y're so sensitive, Omi," right before placing another soft kiss in the same spot as his hands slid from Kiyoomi's hips, under his shirt, and up to the middle of his waist.
"M'gonna take this off'a ya now. That okay?"
Kiyoomi nodded, sensing his entire body be more subservient than he's ever known — and somehow, he's not concerned. Instead, he lifted his arms an allowed his shirt to be removed.
Atsumu continued to press his lips on different parts of Kiyoomi's exposed skinn in between the removal of each piece of fabric. He was in no rush, taking it slow.
"Are you always this thorough?"
"Ya wanna get a lesson on how I treat all my partners or ya wanna experience it first hand?"
Kiyoomi frowned at the thought of anyone else getting this treatment.
"Didn't think so."
Atsumu kept going until Kiyoomi was down to his boxers.
"Ya wanna do the honors or should I give ya a show?"
"I think I can manage this much."
Kiyoomi didn't want to seem like a helpless omega who was swayed by the suave alpha,,,, no matter how close to true it felt in his bones. Thankfully Atsumu placed his hands back on Kiyoomi's hips once the blonde's shirt was pulled off.
"What? No in between kisses?" Atsumu teased and Kiyoomi felt himself smiling as he shook his head.
It took everything to focus on the task at hand. He's grateful there were no buttons involved.
"You were shirtless when I asked for your help, and now, somehow, you have a shirt on. So, no. No in between kisses for that inconvenience," Kiyoomi reprimanded as he tugged Atsumu's sweats down his hips and over his bulging thighs.
Wow. That wasn't the only thing bulging. Kiyoomi tried not to stare, he wasn't entirely sure why. When he looked up, Atsumu's honey eyes were fixed on his own.
Everything about these last few moments had felt so insanely intimate. He stood slowly, never breaking eye contact. He got to watch Atsumu's facial features morph into a seductive smile.
"Is this where ya kiss me silly?"
"You're not really one for setting the mood, are you?"
Atsumu's hand flew to his chest in mock offense, "Ya wound me, Omi-kun. If it's mood settin' ya want, then it's mood settin' y're gonna get."
Kiyoomi didn't know what that meant exactly, but as Atsumu pressed his lips to the same spot that had the omega's knees wobbling before, he started to understand.
Atsumu's hand slid over Kiyoomi's patch as he whispered, "M'gonna take this off' ya. That okay?" And fuck, consent has never been so sexy.
Maybe it was the way Atsumu's breath swept over his skin, how close their bodies were, or the tingling sensation of Atsumu's mouth and tongue on his neck. Whatever the case, Kiyoomi found himself purring out alpha before he knew it.
"I'm right here, sweet omega."
Kiyoomi coudn't be blamed for the way he pulled Atsumu into a searing kiss. He could feel Atsumu smiling against his lips. The free hand that wasn't fisting into blonde locks tore the patch off of Atsumu's neck with urgency. The woodsy scent that had Kiyoomi floating to the backpack earlier was laced with a hint of spice, coiling arousal in Kiyoomi's core, making his omega preen.
A yelp escaped Kiyoomi's lips as his feet left the ground and his legs wrapped around Atsumu's middle. His nose went to the alpha's gland like a magnet, seeking. Before he knew it, Kiyoomi was on his back making sounds that were unfamiliar to his own ears with the alpha between his thighs.
A part of Kiyoomi was aware that this wasn't exactly what he was looking for. Yet another felt as though it had finally gotten rewarded with the greatest prize. It's possible that his mix of emotions were emitted in his pheromones given how Atsumu pulled away from their heated kiss.
"Omi? Hey, look at me," Atsumu cupped Kiyoomi's chin and it took a moment for everything to settle back into place but soon enough the omega was able to focus on the way Atsumu's blonde hair fell over his bushy eyebrows.
"Good. That's it. Breathe for me, Omi."
Kiyoomi didn't think he wasn't breathing but instead of voicing that, he did as was told. After a minute of following Atsumu's commands, the blonde softly asked, "Can ya tell me what upset ya?"
"I… I'm not upset?" A frown formed on Kiyoomi's face but Atsumu's expression stayed soft, inquisitive.
"Ya sure about that? I ain't an expert in omega pheromones, but I don't think the one ya were givin' me says it's satisfied."
Kiyoomi closed his eyes as Atsumu's hand had moved into his hair, playing with his curls and brushing them out of his face. It was surprisingly comforting, helping Kiyoomi think through what could possible sour his scent.
"Can I ask ya somethin', Omi?"
He nodded, words still failing him.
"Is this how ya usually deal with y'r pre-heats?"
Eyes still closed, Kiyoomi shook his head.
"A'right. So tell me what usually happens now. I've been with…" Atsumu trailed off as if he was contemplating his next words carefully. It's possible Kiyoomi's scent warned him away from finishing that thought altogether. "I know what ta do when an omega is in heat. But I ain't all that well versed in pre-heat. I probably shoulda asked this before I got ya practically naked under me, but tell me what ya would do if I wasn't here right now."
Kiyoomi sighed, but his words were back so he croaked out, "I'm not sure. This… I'm a bit early, by two weeks. That's only happened twice before and Motoya would usually come over and scent me for an hour or two and then I'd be fine."
Atsumu's head fell onto Kiyoomi's shoulder as the blonde laughed. Kiyoomi wasn't exactly sure what he found funny, but the lemon-sweet scent was delightful, so he didn't mind.
"Omi," Atsumu breathed between his chuckles. "Ya asked me for help! I thought ya meant ya needed," Atsumu waved a hand over their bodies. "Ya were askin' me ta scent ya? That's all?"
Kiyoomi frowned, "Yes? I thought you knew that much."
"I thought ya were askin' for sex! Ya know, because ya asked if I'd been with… Nevermind." Atsumu kissed Kiyoomi and it was so soft he ended up chasing Atusmu's lips for more when the alpha pulled away. A low whine left Kiyoomi that he didn't even regret.
"No wonder ya smelled as confused as ever just now. I mean, there's no doubt ya were aroused," Atsumu rolled his hips, rubbing their erections together as well as a bit of Kiyoomi's slick. "But this ain't what ya needed. We don't have to have sex Omi. I'm not… I'll do whatever ya need."
Their gazes were locked for a long moment. Kiyoomi reeling from digesting Atsumu's words. Understanding that Kiyoomi didn't need to give himself up in a way he hadn't thought through just to get what he wanted. It was overwhelming but in the best way.
"Here, c'mere."
Atusmu rolled them over, pulling Kiyoomi's thigh between his own to stack their inner thigh glands together as Kiyoomi laid against his chest with his nose next to Atsumu's neck gland.
"Relax, darlin'," Atsumu cooed as he brushed his hand through Kiyoomi's hair. "I've got ya."
A tear or two may have escaped Kiyoomi from the sudden shift from something heedy and unexpected into exactly what he needed. What they were doing before wasn't bad. Far from it. In fact, he's going to be thinking about the way Atsumu lifted him with such ease and kissed him like he knew exactly how to please Kiyoomi for days. If he's honest, a part of him is already expecting Atsumu to be right back in this bed with him when Kiyoomi's heat comes around. But he'll cross that bridge when they get to it.
But this? Atsumu's rainforest scent washing over Kiyoomi like a ritual cleansing centering the omega back on solid ground? This was damn near a spiritual experience.
It's so far from everything he's used to with Motoya. It's way more intense than anything he expected when he decided to ask for Atsumu's help. And after a day of emotional revelations, it's a welcomed balm in the midst of a storm.
Kiyoomi felt Atsumu's lips brush over his moles at some point, but the next momwnt he must have been fast asleep. Because now there's dimmed sunlight streaming through the corners of his curtains and his clock on the wall reads as 7:19.
Given the smell of food, it's probably dinner time.
"Ya hungry? Or do ya want some coffee instead?"
"Coffee? This late? Atsumu, you're insane," Kiyoomi croaked out but he's met with a soft laugh.
"Omi, it's mornin' time. Ya slept through the night like a baby."
He pushed himself up, letting the covers pool around his waist as he looked around the room, as if that would make what Atsumu said make any more sense.
"I did?"
"Yup. Cutest lil baby I know. Ya snored a lil bit too but it was too precious, I couldn't be mad."
"I did not," Kiyoomi found himself frowning even though there was a lightness in his chest.
"Don't worry, I'd still let ya lay on me any day. Drool and all," Atsumu kissed Kiyoomi's cheek but he swatted the blonde away.
"Now you're just being mean. I don't drool."
"Whatever ya say darlin'. C'mon. Ya skipped lunch and dinner yesterday. Ya need some sustenance before ya even think about gettin' outta this bed."
Atsumu lifted a chopstick to Kiyoomi's mouth with rice on it, then he fed him rolled eggs. Lastly, he took a cup filled with water and lifted the straw to Kiyoomi's lips, "Drink up, Omi."
Not for the first time, Kiyoomi considered pinching himself to ensure he was not back in that dream again.
But as he looked up at Atsumu's handsome face — even without that tempting smile testing every ounce of self control Kiyoomi owned — he decided that if this was a dream, he had earned a few more moments of wistful bliss.