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Rin's heats have never been comfortable. Not that heats are supposed to be comfortable to begin with, a week of feeling like he is not in control of his own body as his skin crawls with every touch, waves of cramping and nausea creeping up the back of his throat as the omega in him cries out for someone to silence the noise in his head and placate the pain in his body by pinning him down to his mattress and taking him apart piece by piece before putting him back together.
No, they've been the furthest thing from comfortable since he presented at fourteen. Years now of dealing with his heats, feeling like he's dying, and multitudes of doctors' appointments trying to find any suppressant that would work, at least taking the edge off so he could still feel like a human being while writhing between the sweat-soaked sheets of his bed.
The suppressants never work. The doctors have given up on trying to find out why Rin's heats have always affected him so severely. Sometimes omegas don't respond to suppressants. There's nothing we can do to avoid that. Rin still scoffs at that one whenever he curls himself around a pillow, teeth clenched, and eyes screwed shut as a wave of slick drips down his legs and joins the mess on his bed. Have you tried toys? Those can take the edge off. He thinks it's all a crock of shit. Toys to help him through his heats are constantly scattered around his nest when the time comes, doing nothing to ease the ache in his gut at the crying voice in the back of his head begging for an alpha.
Dildos, vibrators, plugs to occupy his ass and give that extra little bit of pressure while he's three fingers deep in his cunt, just do nothing to pull him from the haze. It doesn't matter how many orgasms he has; his back arching up from his mess of pillows and blankets as he whines into silence only gives him a minute or two at best of reprieve.
Rin doesn't know what else to do. Either he can keep suffering through this every couple of months, or he can get surgery like his doctors had suggested the last time he went to see them. We can perform a hysterectomy. That'll stop the heats. But Rin doesn't want that. He wants to settle down one day in the distant future with an alpha and have some pups.
Well, it's what his inner omega wants. Rin is unsure whether that's what he actually wants, or if it's just a heat-induced delusion that makes it all sound like the life he wants to live. There is no point in going through with the surgery, though, just in case. Besides, the entire thing seems far too invasive, and he really doesn't want to spend most of the off-season recovering from a major surgery when he could be polishing his soccer skills.
So, every few months, he lets his heats from hell rake through his body and make him regret everything in life for a week until he's back to normal and tearing his nest apart in a shameful act of rebellion against his basic biology.
Nobody on his team knows how badly his heats affect him. With the exception of the team medics and his coach, of course. But none of his teammates or the basic team managers know that he's wishing to everything holy for all of this to end whenever he's penciled out of practice and games every three months.
They'll show up and leave food and some older articles of clothing on his doorstep before it happens—something Rin was embarrassed about when he had first joined, but has slowly relaxed about as the years have slipped past. Having easy snack items to shove into his mouth in the few minutes of clarity was always nice, and the alphas on his team giving him shirts and hoodies drenched in their scent quieted the omega voice in his head.
It just wasn't apparent that, while they were outside his house, showing Rin some of the only kindness he'd ever had in his life, he was inside feeling like he was dying.
Everything slips by like normal. He comes back after a week, still feeling off but fine enough to throw himself back into practices with the freshly laundered clothing for his teammates, and nobody says a word about it until it comes back around a few months later.
It's been a routine they've all fallen into easily. Even the rookies on the team or any newly traded players slowly work themselves into it as well. On the snack front, mostly. The last time a rookie had offered Rin a piece of their clothing, his nose flickered with nothing but sour, and he had to try to school his expression of disgust back so they wouldn't be upset that their scent made bile rise in the back of his throat.
There's only one person on his team who didn't trigger Rin's gag reflex at first sniff when the clothing first dropped onto his doorstep, sage and bergamot flowing off the fabric and shutting Rin's mind off as soon as he pressed his face into the fabric and inhaled. It was almost intoxicating at first, how well the hoodie had worked when he was in the midst of his heat. Rin nearly felt himself mourning when he had to wash it and return it.
Isagi Yoichi. Rival to a hesitant friend throughout their years on the same team. They work better together now that they're older, and Rin isn't constantly shutting himself off from anyone who tries to talk to him. Isagi has become more of a constant in Rin's life now that he's comfortable. Training together, hanging out on off days. Secretly giving Rin more of his clothing and asking Rin to use it all in his nests because the bastard has always been able to see right through him, knowing that his scent is the one thing that could even begin to make him relax.
It's sickening when Rin thinks about it. Not sickening in the way he'd use to act if it were their first year on the team and they were always at his throat, but he digresses. Isagi, of all people, being the one thing to quell the pain in his body, even if just by a little, is something that Rin never would've thought of when it came to his heats.
His next heat was coming up in a few days, and the only thing Rin was hoping for was a bag of sweaty Isagi clothes dropped off on his front door to keep him occupied for the entirety of it. Not that Isagi never disappointed when it came to that—no, he was usually the first to show up at Rin's place and drop his things off before anyone else on the team even thought of bringing over snacks and drinks.
Part of Rin wants to invite Isagi inside. He tries to push the little voice in the back of his head down as much as possible whenever that thought filters through his mind. He doesn't believe Isagi would even agree if he were to ask; he'd probably say something along the lines of, It's just your heat talking, or You're reading too much into me giving you my clothes like this.
And maybe he does think about it too much, but Isagi always brings over more scent-laden clothes than the others do. Rin doesn't even need the familiar scents of the rest of his team to fill his nest anymore, not when he can fill it up entirely with the smell of Isagi.
Maybe he'll bring it up to Isagi at practice later. When he's still clear-headed and is fully cognizant of what he's asking, what he's implying of finally allowing an alpha into his home, his nest, as he's stuck in one of the most vulnerable cycles of being an omega.
There's no way Isagi would say no to that if Rin is fully aware of what he's saying, right?
He's going to ask him. Even if it doesn't get the results he wants, the screaming of the omega in his subconscious only grows with each heat cycle he goes through. Some smaller part of Rin wonders if his heats would hurt less if he had an alpha—Isagi—with him. A warm, sturdy body pressed above him, breaking him over and over until they're just in a puddle of sweat and slick, and Rin comes out of the haze of it all fully satisfied and not feeling like he got hit by a bus for the first time since he presented.
The buzzing only grows louder when he makes up his mind.
Rin waits until practice is over for the day, pacing anxiously around the locker room as the rest of the team files out for the night, leaving just him and Isagi. There was no way in hell he'd ask Isagi to be around for his heat with the prying ears of twenty other guys in the locker room. Isagi's still in the showers, which gives Rin time to try and think of how even wants to ask him. He doesn't have much experience with this sort of thing, and a quick Google search or conversations with the other omegas didn't help as much as he had hoped.
Will you spend my heat with me? No, that sounds a little more pathetic than he wants. Every time I go into heat, I feel like I'm dying, but your scent makes it easier to deal with. Come plow me into the mattress and drown me in your scent? Okay, there is no way he would be saying that, even if it holds some semblance of truth. That's worse than the first question.
His pacing comes to a stop when he hears the shower shut off and the familiar footsteps of Isagi moving back into the main area of the locker room. Rin pointedly refuses to look at him as the other man makes his way to his locker and opens it up, digging through his bag (and okay, maybe Rin did look just briefly at the way the towel hung low on Isagi's hips, at the flash of dark hair dipping below the line of the fabric. Sue him).
The entire thing is stupid. He should grab his shit, leave, and pretend like he doesn't want Isagi there to begin with. Asking something that personal will lead to awkwardness if he doesn't get the answer that he wants, and the silent truce they've come to in the past few years will all be for nothing because there is no way in hell Rin would ever be able to look Isagi in the eyes again after this.
"Don't know if you're aware, but you are still very much pacing the locker room," Isagi's voice tugs him from his thoughts. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Rin huffs, giving up on his pacing and opting to lean against the lockers instead, still avoiding Isagi's gaze. "Just thinking."
"Thinking?" Isagi asks, shutting his locker and setting his bag down on one of the benches. "About what?"
Rin wrinkles his nose, knowing he walked right into that question. He pauses for a moment, shrugging before finally speaking. "Just trying to remember if I have everything ready for my heat." Easy. Inconspicuous. A good way to segue into what he wants to ask.
"Shit, I forgot about that. It's in a few days, yeah?" Isagi says as he takes his discarded towel and shoves it into his bag. Rin's gaze follows the movement, swallowing thickly as he thinks about how much of Isagi's scent could've stuck to it after his shower.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "Already getting the preheat symptoms, so. Definitely in the next few days."
"You have it marked down on the team calendar?"
"I do," Rin says. "Marked it down when I got here."
"Good," Isagi nods, and Rin watches once again from the corner of his eye as Isagi zips his bag back up and slings it around his shoulder. "Any specific requests, then? For when I come to drop off some things for your nest?"
Rin swallows, shifting on his feet. Now is the time to ask. It won't hurt to ask. The worst he can say is no. Not like you should expect any different from him anyway, given the fact that he's never given any indication that he'd be remotely interested in spending an omega's heat with them.
"I've been meaning to ask you something, actually," Rin finally says. He pauses before speaking again, "You can say no if you want to."
He's acutely aware of the sound that Isagi's bag makes when he sets it back on the bench, the alpha stepping closer as he tilts his head in curiosity. Rin finally wills himself to look at Isagi, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
"Do you need more clothes this time?" Isagi asks, always concerned with how well Rin's nest is made, probably not even expecting what Rin wants to ask him. "I can give you more if you need them. I don't mind."
"Not that," Rin shakes his head, huffing quietly before catching Isagi's gaze. "Will you come stay with me during my heat this week?"
Isagi's eyes widen imperceptibly before his cheeks flush a faint red, catching Rin's attention almost immediately. "You want me to spend your heat with you?"
Rin nods. "I do."
"You're not worried about the chance of me trying anything?"
"Isn't that the entire point?" Rin says defensively, already regretting the fact that he asked. "Your scent stuck to your clothes seems to calm me down a little bit. I just figured that it'd be a hell of a lot easier if you were there, too."
Isagi coughs, rubbing the back of his neck before nodding. "If you're sure, then I will. I'll have to tell coach about it first. Don't think he'll care too much about me not being here either since we don't have any upcoming games this week."
"Good," Rin shifts on his feet, feeling his heart speed up at the fact that Isagi accepted, that the alpha will be in his nest during the entire thing, pulling him apart and putting him back together over and over until his heat passes.
Rin feels arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach at the thought of it.
"Just text me the morning of," Isagi clears his throat before grabbing his bag again. "Before you get too deep into it and forget to tell me when it starts. I'd feel bad if I showed up too late."
"Okay," Rin says. "Yeah. I'll let you know."
Isagi nods once more, cheeks still red, before murmuring a quiet goodbye and leaving the locker room. Rin watches the door shut behind him, almost giddy if not a little embarrassed about the fact that the question very much flustered Isagi. Does that mean he's been thinking about it, too? Thinking about Rin in heat, needy and alone, and preening for an alpha when he's so deep in his heat that his only train of thought is getting stuffed with a knot?
Rin slams his locker shut and makes his way out of the locker room as well before the spiked scent of his pheromones could fill the locker room and give any indication as to what his thoughts were right now.
When he gets home, though? It'll be able to flow freely, heady as it fills the air in anticipation of what's to come.
His heat hits three days later like clockwork, waking him up bright and early as the first pangs of pain settle in his abdomen. Rin groans, reaching over and grabbing his phone from his nightstand, and turning it on to text Isagi just like he had asked him to. It's starting; the door is already unlocked.
Rin tosses his phone to the side without a care, knowing that Isagi is also, thankfully, an early riser and will probably come over after he sees the text, whenever that may be.
The bed had already been made into a makeshift nest last night, Rin's inner omega not letting him rest before he was able to pull it all together and burrow as deep into it as possible, preparing for his heat. Most of what he needed was already in here, all of his blankets and scent-laced clothes from his teammates—save for Isagi's. Rin figures that he'll probably bring some along whenever he finally decides to show up and help Rin through it.
Snacks and drinks are already in the mini-fridge that Rin has in his room for this exact purpose. Any toys he might want to use when the need for release gets to be too much to ignore are in his first drawer, cleaned and ready to go for when he's frantically reaching into it, trying to grab something to take the edge off.
Though he's not sure whether he'll need most of his toys this time around, Isagi will be here, but maybe he'll switch to the toys if Isagi gets tired and needs a break from doing the work himself. Rin feels a little rush of embarrassment at the knowledge that Isagi will be seeing the mass amounts of dildos and knotting toys that he has to keep him occupied, but it's quickly overpowered by another wave of pain and a rush of slick between his thighs that makes Rin almost grimace in disgust.
He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants and boxers off, knowing that there is no need to keep them on any longer. Rin also really does not want to deal with the fabric sticking to his thighs once he gets further into it. The feeling is too disgusting to deal with, even when the only thing on his mind is getting filled up over and over.
Rin presses his face into one of his pillows and groans as another wave of pain washes over his body, trying to stretch out in his sheets to find a more comfortable position to no avail. He could pull himself out of bed to try and get pain medication, see if it'll take the edge off, but that hasn't worked the last few times, so he doesn't really see the point, despite knowing there's an almost full bottle in his bathroom's medicine cabinet.
The only thing rushing through his mind as he tries to focus on anything other than the beginning stages of his heat is Isagi, Isagi, Isagi, inner omega almost preening at the knowledge that the alpha will be over, sharing his space, in his nest.
Possessive wouldn't ever be a word that Rin would use to describe himself, but the feeling coiling in his stomach feels close to it. Isagi, in his house, in his nest, getting drenched in Rin's syrupy sweet scent that leaks from him during his heats, covered in his slick, only makes something ugly rear its head inside Rin's body. He has half a mind to feel how he only gets wetter at the thought, and he whines, shifting once again to try for any friction he could muster up.
He doesn't want to touch himself before Isagi gets here. Usually, he'd have a toy or his fingers stuffed up his pussy by now, but something is making him stop, forcing himself to stay empty until there's an alpha in his nest doing it for him.
Vanilla hangs heavy in the air of his bedroom as he waits, dazed and flushed, still unable to find a comfortable position in his nest, with the lack of scents there to calm him down. His own makes him nauseous the more it lingers, his nose pressed into his pillow to no avail. Rin hopes that Isagi will be there soon.
It'll be more bearable when he can bury his face into the alpha's neck and breathe his scent in instead.
There's a noise of a soft slam from downstairs, and all of the hair on Rin's arms stands up when he realizes that Isagi is here, just as he said he'd be. Maybe earlier, Rin hadn't sent that text too long ago, he thinks. Twenty minutes at the most, but time doesn't really exist in his mind right now. But Isagi wouldn't leave him waiting for very long—never does whenever they plan something, so this isn't any different.
Shuffling moves up the staircase right outside Rin's door, and a soft curse follows as he hears something fall before the door to his bedroom opens. Rin turns in his nest, bleary eyes focusing on the other boy as he fights back the urge to crawl out of bed and let Isagi take him on the fucking floor.
"Shit, I got here a little late, didn't I?" Isagi asks as he drops what he brought onto the ground, tugging his hoodie off and holding it in his hand as he makes his way over to Rin's next, concern written all over his face. "Didn't think it'd progress this fast."
"It always does," Rin mumbles, pushing himself up so he can rest on his elbows and look at Isagi. "You're not late, it's okay."
Isagi shakes his head, kicking his shoes off before looking back at Rin. "Am I allowed in your nest, Rin?"
Rin shivers, keening at the question before nodding, moving over so there will be room for Isagi to join. It's not like he had to ask, not really anyway. Most alphas don't ask omegas for permission to crawl into their nests anymore, especially if they already know each other. Isagi's asking makes the pool of heat in Rin's stomach grow larger. Rin swallows thickly before finally getting the words out. "Yes."
"Thank you," Isagi says, and Rin keeps his eyes locked on his form as he strips down to only his boxers before crawling into Rin's nest. Whether that was to keep his clothes from getting covered in slick or for ease of access, Rin isn't sure, but he definitely isn't complaining as he doesn't hesitate to reach out and drag his hand down Isagi's chest.
He curls against him almost immediately, letting Isagi's warmth surround him as he groans, burying his face right against one of the alpha's scent glands and breathing in deeply, feeling the tension finally melt out of his body. This is what he needed. Curled up against a warm body, breathing in the heady scent of alpha to help quell the pain in his body.
The tension seeps out further as Isagi loops a strong arm around his waist, pulling Rin flush against him, and Rin almost fucking purrs at the feeling. "Weird seeing you want to cling to somebody," Isagi murmurs, leaning down and burying his face in Rin's hair. "You smell fucking divine."
"I smell like shit," Rin tries to counter back, still having half a mind left to be snarky before he falls fully under. "Too sweet. Makes me nauseous."
"I've got you," Isagi says, large, calloused hand spreading across Rin's lower back as he leans over the bed to grab his discarded clothes. "Almost forgot. I worked out in these, so they should have more of my scent stuck to them. Arrange them however you want."
Rin nods, pulling away just enough to take the clothes and move around his nest, tucking the hoodie and t-shirt up by his pillows before stuffing Isagi's sweatpants along his side. "Better," he mumbles as he smushes his face right back against Isagi's chest. "Give me a minute, then I can tell you about how my heats usually go."
"Take your time," Isagi says, keeping the firm grip on Rin's back. "I've seen omegas in heat before, I'm sure I can handle it if you don't end up telling me."
Rin bites back the retort on his tongue at the idea of Isagi being around other omegas in heat. You don't own him, dumbass, trying to will away the possessive feeling in his stomach again before his scent turns sour.
He doesn't want to scare Isagi away before the worst of his heat could even happen.
Isagi reads him better than Rin likes. "Not like this, Rin."
"Whatever," he huffs, curling into Isagi's body even more, chasing the warmth. Isagi shifts, pulling Rin so that he's lying on top of him, strong hands gripping his hips. "My heats are worse. They hurt, and I get too messy. My mind screams at me because it needs something that I don't have."
"What do you need, Rin?" Isagi noses at his neck as he asks the question, nipping at the enlarged scent gland, which makes Rin whine, writhing against Isagi's body. He feels the alpha crack a grin at that, a trail of hot kisses moving up his neck before stopping at his ear. "I'm here now. Tell me."
Rin shifts, feeling more slick drip down his thighs at the change of tone in Isagi's voice. "I don't know," he says—because he really doesn't. Usually the pain is worse by now, the cramping and brain fog too much to pull himself out of. He's grounded now, with his face tucked into Isagi's neck and the soothing scent coming off of him, silencing the omega in his mind who cries out the entirety of his heat. "You?"
Isagi's grip on Rin's hips tightens. "You need me, huh?"
"Why else do you think I invited you over?" Rin snips, angling his head to look up at Isagi through narrowed eyes. "You knew what this meant when I told you I wanted you over here during this."
"I did," Isagi grins, flipping them over faster than Rin anticipated, chest heaving as he now looks up at the alpha hovering over him. "I just wanted to hear you say it."
Lips press against Rin's before he could snap back, hot and needy as he cranes his head up to meet Isagi, moaning as the other man wastes no time slipping his tongue into his mouth. It sets every single one of Rin's nerves alight—being kissed like this, touched the way Isagi's doing as he feels his hands moving up and down the expanse of his sides before dipping down to grope at his ass.
Rin preens into the kiss, needy as he grinds himself up against the bulge growing in Isagi's boxers. Isagi just goads him on, hands back on his hips as he guides Rin's movements, lets him feel every thick inch underneath his cunt. "Fuck," Rin pants out, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. "Fuck, just like that."
"This is enough to get you off?" Isagi asks, bending down to nip at Rin's neck again, tongue lapping over his scent gland, causing another soft moan to slip from his mouth. "Having my cock grind against you like this?"
Rin nods, arching up into Isagi's touch as he grinds against him again, covering the entire front of Isagi's boxers in his slick. "Yeah," he pants out, feeling his mind slip into the hazy feeling of pleasure already. "For now."
"Shit," Isagi mutters, pulling away for a second as he peels his boxers off and tosses them over the side of the bed. He moves back down, pushing Rin's thighs apart so he has more room to slot his body between them before grinding down against him again. "That's better. Wanted to feel more."
Rin feels his breath hitch at the feeling of skin on skin, the fire in his veins pulsing more as one more jerky movement of his hips pulls him over the edge for the first time. He moans, head tilting back against his pillow as his body trembles, slick and cum slipping from his pussy as Isagi's grip on his hips tightens even more.
His chest heaves as he comes down from his climax, eyes blurry as he opens them back up to look at Isagi, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he takes in the look on his face. "You are unbelievable," Isagi murmurs, bending down to press their lips together again, slower this time, almost like he's trying to pull Rin back to his body.
Lips move from Rin's mouth back down to his neck, wet presses of his mouth over his scent glands, down to his throat, to his chest and stomach, before he feels the warm press of Isagi's shoulders against his thighs. His gaze shifts down to Isagi's, catching his eye before watching Isagi's tongue dart out and lick a stripe up his pussy, moaning at the taste.
Rin's head falls back against the pillows, turning so he can bury his face into Isagi's sweatshirt as he feels his tongue circle his clit. One hand darts down to Isagi's head, fingers lacing through his hair as he tugs him impossibly closer, the other one gripping the bed with a white-knuckled grip. Isagi moans at the contact, sending a shiver down Rin's spine as he feels his tongue slip lower, tracing around his hole before slipping inside.
"Too much," Rin pants out, but he makes no move to pull away as Isagi thrusts his tongue in and out of his hole, nose bumping at his clit with every movement. "Fuck, already gonna make me cum again, Isagi."
Isagi hums at Rin's words, doubling down his efforts as he moves back up to suck Rin's clit into his mouth, sucking on it harshly, fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs as he does so. Rin whimpers, hips grinding back against Isagi's face—almost certainly smearing Isagi's mouth and chin with slick, but the alpha makes no move to pull away. Doesn't give any inclination that he doesn't like it as he slips two fingers into Rin's empty hole, thrusting his fingers upwards.
The feeling gets to be too much, and Rin clenches down around Isagi's fingers, another wave of slick pooling out of his pussy as he cums, body arching off the bed. One of Isagi's arms comes to lie across his hips, holding him down as he works him through his orgasm. Rin pants, weakly pushing at Isagi's head to get him to move, the feeling being too much, too unfamiliar for someone who's never had an alpha help him through a heat before.
Isagi finally pulls away, nipping at the skin of Rin's inner thighs before trailing his tongue up his body, not giving Rin a chance to speak before pressing their lips together in another sloppy kiss. Rin moans into it, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as his nails dig into his skin, pulling Isagi impossibly closer, hips twitching as he feels the thick press of Isagi's cock at his pussy.
"You need a break?" Isagi asks, leaning down to bite messily at Rin's scent gland again, groaning as the sweet scent of vanilla pours out even more, mixing with the bergamot coming off of himself in waves. "Could get you a snack or something. Maybe clean up the mess we've made already."
The idea of Isagi being anywhere but next to him—anywhere but on top of him makes something ugly curl in Rin's gut as he shifts under the alpha, trying to fight through the haze in his mind to say something, to try and verbalize every little thing that is leaping up into his throat but won't come out. "No," he mumbles, hand darting out to grab at Isagi as the other man makes a move to climb off the nest, either to grab a towel or something for Rin to drink. He wasn't really paying attention.
"Don't leave."
Isagi pauses in his movements, lets Rin's fingers curl around his wrist, and gets tugged back into the nest, caging him in underneath his broad body. Rin thinks he lets out something akin to a purr, when the fuck has he ever purred? But the warmth on top of him makes his stomach stop churning, so he lets himself purr again.
He thinks he'll kill Isagi if he ever brings it up outside of this room once everything is over. If he remembers, that is. Rin isn't half sure whether everything that happens will be a sweaty blur in the back of his mind once his heat passes.
"I'm not leaving," Isagi's voice cuts through Rin's thoughts, and the omega preens under it. "I'm guessing you don't want a drink, then."
Rin shakes his head, hands moving up to grasp the sides of Isagi's face to tug him into another sloppy kiss. Isagi groans, leaning into it as he grips Rin's thighs, pressing them open again as he moves to slot in between them once more, letting Rin feel the thick swell of him again.
"Need you," Rin finds it in himself to pant out. "Please."
He feels Isagi's lips curl into a grin against his, pulling away to speak. "So far gone you have manners now?"
"Fuck you, Isagi."
"There it is," Isagi laughs, his free hand going to give his cock a few strokes before lining up with Rin's pussy. "Tell me if it's too much?"
Rin musters up the best glare he can as he shifts his hands to rest on Isagi's shoulders again. "I can take it."
"Of course you can," Isagi says, dipping down to lap at his scent gland again, almost like he's placating Rin's temper—even now, when he's so far under his head he doesn't even register what he's saying. "You'll be so good and take all of me, won't you?"
He can barely find a retort before Isagi slips inside, groaning at the tightness of Rin's pussy around his cock. "Oh fuck," he hisses under his breath. "So fucking tight, Rin. You never been fucked properly before?"
No. "Shut up."
Isagi's lips curve into a grin against Rin's neck at his words as he slips back out, leaving just the tip inside before driving his hips in again, a little rougher this time. He sets a steady pace, Rin's nails curling into the skin of Isagi's shoulder as he moans, letting himself sink into the feeling of Isagi all around him.
His mind is swimming now, thoughts of more, more, more being the only thing he can pick out as Isagi leans down to press their lips together, more tender this time instead of hurried and messy. Rin allows himself to fall into it, to fall into the feeling of every nerve in his body being set alight, blood pulsing through his veins as Isagi leans down and presses their chests together.
"Doing so good for me," Isagi murmurs between thrusts, pulling Rin's attention back to him as he keens at the gentle praises, falling on his ears and warming him up even more. "Taking me so well, Rin. Like you were made for me, huh? Made to take me and my cock?"
Rin gasps at the words, pussy clenching down around Isagi as more slick seeps out from between them, probably coating Isagi even more. Not that either of them cares at this point, too wrapped up in each other to notice how messy it's getting, how the heady mixture of vanilla and bergamot is slowly mixing with the scent of sex in Rin's bedroom.
He's not thinking about how his heat isn't as bad as they normaly are—the way Isagi being here and taking over every single one of his senses is keeping the pain, the nausea that rolls through him at bay with every thrust of his hips, every press of the tip of Isagi's cock against that sweet spot inside of him that his fingers can never reach.
It's fine. Bearable. The easiest heat Rin's body has been tormented with since he first presented.
He never wants to deal with another one alone again. Rin wants Isagi with him every time, working him through it and keeping all the bad things away, stuffing him full. Never mind the fact that it'd greatly impact their team with both of them being gone at the same time. They could adapt. Deal with it and any effects that could come alongside having their two star players wrapped between sweaty bedsheets instead of out on the pitch.
Isagi, Isagi, Isagi, his mind screams as he tips over the edge into another orgasm, clenching down around the alpha's cock and milking it for all it was worth. Rin can vaguely hear the sound of Isagi cursing under his breath, feel the hurried thrusts and growing knot starting to catch at his pussy before one final, rough thrust that knocks the wind out of Rin's body.
"Shit, Rin," Isagi pants, his grip on Rin's hips still tight as he slumps down against him, burying his face into the crook of his neck as his body trembles, knot locking the two of them together as his cock spurts the last few drops of cum into Rin's waiting hole. "Took my knot like a fucking champ."
Rin shifts under Isagi's weight, huffing quietly through the brief feeling of clear-headedness. "Don't phrase it like that. That's gross."
"Three orgasms aren't enough to keep you from being snippy?"
"Three orgasms aren't enough to make you talking to me like a coach after knotting me an okay thing to do," Rin mumbles, burying his face back into Isagi's neck and letting his pheromones pull him back under.
He vaguely feels Isagi's fingers running through his hair, feeling the slight pulsing from his knot still sitting snuggly inside him as Isagi moves them to a more comfortable position. Rin can feel heat pulse through his veins again—subtler this time, not the heat curling through him wanting another orgasm, but more of a warmth, content to just be held against Isagi's chest for the remainder of the week.
It's comfortable, more so than Rin could've anticipated it to be in between the waves of need coursing through his body as he arches back against Isagi in a silent plea to touch him again. And Isagi does, reverently, tracing heated maps across Rin's skin whenever he asks.
A brief respite of sleep pulls Rin under before he can even try to fight it off for a few more waking moments with Isagi. The only thing placating him is knowing that the alpha will be there when he wakes up, the warm frame of his body still curled tightly around Rin's, keeping him grounded even in the small blips of fitful sleep.
The rest of the week follows in a blur. Rin doesn't think he's ever come that much in his life, even with the assistance of toys when he was working himself through his heats, through the vicious ache in his core that refused to wane no matter what he did.
Isagi was able to keep up with him the entire time, without complaint. Never needing a break, or at least not making it overly obvious if he needed one, once Rin was too far gone to tell there was anything but hands on him. It was more than he could have ever wanted during a heat. More than he needed, the way Isagi doted on him between rounds of sex, or having his face between Rin's thighs and drinking up anything the omega would give him.
Rin's mind was still foggy the morning he woke up and felt the telltale signs that his heat was over, but it wasn't in the way it usually was when he'd be pulled out of it on his own. Isagi was curled up against his back, hands massaging his hips to work out any tension that might be lingering in his sore body.
"You back with me?" He murmurs, leaning down to playfully nip at Rin's nape, sending a shiver through his body. "Was wondering when it'd end."
"You make it sound like a bad thing," Rin argues weakly. "I told you my heats last a week."
"It's not a bad thing," Isagi says. "Missed hearing you be an asshole to me. Hearing you beg all pretty is nice, too, but still. You're more fun when you're snarky."
Rin scowls, shifting in bed to face Isagi, grimacing as he feels how disgusting the sheets feel against his bare skin, dried slick and cum still sticking to his thighs from when he had refused to let Isagi move and at least try to clean themselves up. "You're the one being annoying right now."
"Yeah. Definitely back," Isagi grins, and Rin catches the flash of fondness in his eyes as he pulls himself up, taking Rin with him. "Now let's finally take a shower. We're gross."
He lets Isagi pick him up, pressing him to his chest as Rin mumbles directions to his bathroom. The shower turns on shortly after, steam surrounding them and clouding over the mirror as Rin once again surrenders himself under Isagi's tender touch.
And yes, his mind might still be foggy, and his body may still be sore, but he's content. Feeling this way after his heat is a new experience, one that he won't take lightly. Seeing what it can be like with an alpha to work him through it, compared to being alone, struck something deep in his mind, chest rumbling with another damned purr as Isagi's fingers work shampoo through his hair.
No more heats will have to be spent alone. Not with Isagi around, and that much is cemented in stone when Isagi helps Rin strip the bed and put on clean sheets before they go tumbling back down like they had never gotten up in the first place. Eager to just lie there in silence, taking everything in before they both have to get thrust back into the real world.
Rin is safe. Rin is happy, and the screaming in his mind has finally been silenced for good.