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Reo, to be entirely honest, isn't sure how the conversation ended up on this particular topic.
This was just supposed to be a simple gathering—a reunion of friends forged through blood, sweat, tears, and, perhaps most importantly: football (also referred to as shared trauma).
It was just a few of them.
Not the whole of Blue Lock, just a handful of Reo's more trusted confidants.
Okay, it's only two people to be exact—a blend of red and orange squished together in the seats across from Reo and Nagi.
They're all years older now, with lives having changed a great deal from the horror they once improvised, adapted, and overcame.
Even with the passing of time, they still hold the same charm and kindness that had drawn Reo to them in the first place—or, well, that's not entirely the truth on how their bond, but the last thing Reo wants to do at this reunion is reminisce over one of the worst times of life.
Nagi, as if somehow sensing Reo is even thinking about the Second Selection and his then-perceived betrayal tightens his grip on Reo's hand, interlacing his fingers with Reo's own beneath the table.
He doesn't know why Nagi is doing this.
His attempt at comfort, while heartwarming, only makes things worse in the end. And it doesn't help that Chigiri is sitting right across from them, eyes narrowed in suspicion, like he can see right through Reo's phony smile.
Nagi slumps against Reo's shoulder as Chigiri chortles at the latest question that had been asked rather reluctantly by the white-haired retired striker and since stolen all his energy.
As a Mikage and a grown man, Reo has heard his fair share of dirty talk. He's by no means a prude despite how one might think his virginity says otherwise, but some facts just didn't need to be shared.
There are some things Reo does not need to know about his friends, especially when it pertains to their rather… adventurous, apparently, sex-life.
Still, Reo wouldn't be Reo if he wasn't able to fake-laugh at an increasingly awkward situation, squirming slightly in his seat.
Ever since the conversation shifted to this particular topic, he's found himself strangely unable to get comfortable, moving every couple of seconds as discreetly as possible.
While Chigiri and Kunigami don't call him out on it, Nagi certainly does, groaning in displeasure as Reo shifts more and more, disturbing his position.
In retaliation, Nagi tucks his head further into Reo's neck, nuzzling against the sensitive skin. Each hot breath Nagi exhales makes his neck grow increasingly red, already flushed to begin with due to the numerous shots Reo has downed. He hopes Nagi won't notice the difference.
“Reooo…” Nagi mutters in a sleepy sort of sigh, less of a name but more of a plea in its own language, one Reo is proficiently fluent in.
Reo doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing Nagi say his name.
“Looks like your baby is getting tired.” Chigiri snorts, hand propped beneath his head cordially.
Reo cuts his eyes to Chigiri slightly at the comment, ears burning beneath his hair. “Don't you have your own babies to take care of, Ms. quintuplet-haver?”
Kunigami laughs, a warm sound Reo had sorely missed.
Therapy had done them all well, but most of all it had helped the once-hero return to his former glory, albeit a little different.
There was no longer that overwhelming, haunting shadow shading his eyes, something that no matter how many times Reo witnesses it, always manages to warm his heart—for both Kunigami’s sake and Chigiri’s.
Truly, he’s grateful things worked out for his friends.
But at the same time Reo is happy for them and their successful marriage and their even more successful birthrate (who the hell has quintuplets on their first try for a baby?!), he just can't seem to snuff out the sense of jealousy that beats like a second heart every time he catches them staring longingly into each other’s eyes.
He can't seem to cure the pulsing sensation beneath his skin, festering like a wound left untreated, every time they lean into one another, lips brushing against lips, giggling softly with each kiss, so hopelessly in love.
He yearns for a future just like theirs, one that would be preferably spent with none other than the man sitting beside him, steadily creating a puddle of drool on his collar.
It can't happen, though.
Reo wants far too much than he’s allowed.
It should be enough not only having his treasure in his life still, but in his home, living just a room down the hall, partners in everything but name. He'd bought out Nagi's contract the moment Buratsuta made the offer, not even sparing a second glance at the price, and the rest is history. Nagi is wholly his, practically owned by Reo, yet there's parts of him Reo will never be entitled to.
It should be enough, but it's not.
His omega, and himself, by extension—is a growling, greedy, possessive little thing that wants not only the mile but every inch Nagi can give him.
“Rin is watching the kids tonight for us.” Kunigami answers Reo's earlier inquiry, which was honestly more of a jab than a genuine question.
Reo knows how much the couple adores their children, and that leaving them behind even for an evening was telling of just how important Reo and Nagi are to them.
Now how Rin of all people ended up caring for them is another thing entirely—Reo can only assume the teal-eyed striker was coerced into it by his own partners pleading, having a hidden weak spot for sprout-like hair and big, yellow, cat-esque eyes.
“Say, Reo, one more question before we call it a night.” Chigiri says, a certain mirth in his eyes that would have usually set off alarm bells in Reo's head. Now, senses dulled by the warmth of alcohol coursing through his veins, Reo doesn't catch the snake in the grass for what it is.
“I'm game.” Reo smirks, ever one for a challenge.
Knowing how this game was played, Reo should've realized just what kind of question would be coming out of Chigiri's red-stained lips.
“What's something sexual you've always wanted to do, but have never managed to?” Chigiri tilts his head to the side innocently, as if he hadn't just asked Reo to confess one of his deepest, darkest secrets—one of his biggest insecurities.
Even Nagi is roused by the question, eyes opening curiously as he sits up, slinging an arm around his back. The embrace serves as both a source of comfort and an unintentional act of condemnation, locking Reo in place.
Reo blinks as the lights of the bar suddenly feel all too bright, despite knowing they're rather dim.
The noise of the chatter from the booths scattered around them are too loud, despite them being in a private area and things being relatively quiet.
Reo had picked this place specifically with its peaceful atmosphere in mind, yet now all he can hear is everything and nothing simultaneously, ears beginning to ring, body frozen stiff.
Kunigami, back to his kinder self after some much needed therapy and obtaining a massive settlement, tries to be soothing, attempting to offer Reo an out.
“You don't have to—” he starts, only to have his mouth covered by his husband, effectively cutting him off.
Chigiri cuts his eyes to Kunigami, and then back to Reo, overly pleasant as he speaks, twirling red hair between his fingertips like he's some fragile schoolgirl and not an absolute menace to society. “Oh, but I think he does. Come on, Reo. Share with the class. We won't bite!”
Reo stares pointedly at the marks lining Kunigami’s collarbones, sloppily covered with makeup as if the applicator had given up halfway through the process, deciding fuck it, let them see he's mine.
He could see Nagi being like that.
Not due to the latter, but rather because of him being too lazy to sit through Reo covering up the blemishes, even if he didn't even have to do any work.
(Reo sincerely hopes Nagi never comes home with imprints of someone else's teeth in his throat. He doesn't think he'd be able to stomach it.)
Swallowing the depressing thoughts, Reo downs another shot, throwing his head back. It burns going down, yet the pain is oddly soothing.
Something in his muscles relax as a shiver races down his spine, the motion followed by Nagi's wandering hand.
“Looks like at least one of you bites.” Reo quips back with a laugh once he feels good enough to speak and a mess not fall out.
Chigiri grins, teeth sharp as he traces one of his marks on Kunigami with a fingertip, pressing down lightly on the bruise, making his mate flinch.
“Are you avoiding the question?” Chigiri asks, glancing between Reo and Nagi knowingly. “Or are your thoughts simply so depraved… you don't want to admit them in front of a certain someone?”
Interest beginning to wane, Nagi rests his head back on Reo's shoulder, nuzzling into the space and forcing room for himself.
“I don't care what Reo's into.” Nagi murmurs, each exhale hot against Reo's neck, while his words are ice cold. “It's not important.”
Of course Nagi had no interest in what Reo liked.
Despite their opposing secondary genders, despite all the hints Reo has dropped, despite all the surprise heats and unanticipated ruts, Nagi has never shown any signs of requited feelings for Reo.
Chigiri, however, seems to think otherwise, cocking a brow. “For someone who doesn't care, you popped up very fast when I asked the question.”
“Because you're making Reo uncomfortable. Can't you tell?” Nagi says.
The redhead sniffs the air, trying to catch even a whiff of Reo's disgruntled scent. There's nothing to be found.
“I don't smell anything.”
Nagi groans in irritation, pressing himself even closer against Reo's neck, nose brushing against the skin-tinted scent patch he wears specifically because of moments like these where his displeasure would immediately rat him out.
“That's because Reo—” Nagi cuts himself off, presumably realizing that's information he shouldn't reveal. Reo is thankful for the save. “Ah, nevermind. Too much trouble.”
“Everything is trouble for you.”
“Not Reo.” Nagi retorts, his own scent flaring in irritation.
Chigiri's nose scrunches at the smell, a grimace shuddering through him. Kunigami throws an arm around his mate protectively, only to immediately be shrugged off, a shake of the head signaling he's fine.
For as long as Reo has known him, Chigiri has always been like that.
While he and Reo are both omegas, Reo was most definitely the more dependent of the two, always clinging to Nagi's side pathetically, yearning for the alpha to give him even a crumb of attention.
Meanwhile, Chigiri doesn't even falter under the heat of a disgruntled alpha's gaze, shrugging the warning off with a wicked grin.
“Reo, this is a safe place, you know?” Chigiri says, yet Reo doesn't feel the least bit safe. If anything, he feels as if he's been placed beneath the scorching heat of a bright spotlight, or caught red-handed in the midst of a crime, police nipping at his heels, begging for him to confess.
And there's certainly something Reo has to say.
As loath as he is to admit it to another living being—the only entity this far to learn of his shortcomings being Choki and various search engines—there is one particular issue Reo has.
He's kept it buried for the longest time, leaving it wrapped in cloth and entombed in only the finest of pyramids, hopeful that the truth would never be dug up by anyone else, while also silently praying someone would be able to help him.
It's a frustration that spreads through his body like fire, flickering with a scorching blue-tinted flame, sinking deep into his core, spiraling in a slow build before cresting over, but never quite reaching that catastrophic yet beautiful eruption.
While it would be… nice, admittedly, to finally confide in someone else actually living and breathing and able to give advice or offer reassurance about his issue, Reo also doubts just what kind of reaction his admission would be met with.
Would Nagi look at him in disgust like he did all those years ago, nose scrunching as he turned and walked away like Reo was nothing more than a clump of mud clinging to his cleats?
Would Kunigami narrow his eyes, head shaking in disappointment as his mate cackled relentlessly, pointing and laughing at Reo as if he were some poor circus animal—raised in captivity, never knowing any better, never truly living, but alive nonetheless?
Would he, after confessing his deepest, darkest, most sensitive secret be regarded as a failure of an omega, unable to achieve such a basic feature of sex, even with his own two hands?
Fuck, who is Reo kidding? There's no point lying in the privacy of his own head. It's more than just his hands.
Reo's tried just about everything the world has to offer—aside from the touch of someone else. That's a line he doesn't want to cross, even if saving himself for Nagi at this point is a pathetic pipe dream and a half.
He's done extensive research on the subject. Has read almost every article in existence on how to make it happen—could explain the process with the same sort of calm expertise as if he'd written the damn paper on it himself!
So much time, so much effort, so little results.
He's had every toy on the market he could find shoved up his twitching cunt, from classics to exotic models locked behind a price wall so high only a stubborn Mikage such as himself would be crazy enough to climb.
And climb he always does, higher and higher, but the results always remain the same, no matter how many times Reo runs the experiment, no matter how much work he puts into testing the definition of insanity, nothing ever changes.
He just can't do it.
He just… can't.
He hates it.
Hates it more than he hates anything else in the world. Why him? What did he do to deserve having something like this wrong with him? What God did he piss off in a former life to give this issue?
It's laughable, really.
Reo is blessed in all other aspects of life.
Many people take one look at him and turn up their nose at him, expecting him to be nothing more than a spoiled rich kid who has never worked a day in his life.
Yet unbeknownst to all of them, he's put in more work than anyone else to get this far, to prove himself to not only his parents, his friends, but the world—and it still isn't enough.
It's never enough.
He's never satisfied, but maybe, just maybe, if he takes the risk, if he tries confiding in someone else, he can be.
With a blush on his face the shade of Chigiri's hair, Reo decides to admit his deepest, darkest secret, quietly muttering: “...I can't squirt.”
The initial reaction to his admission is, as Rin might say, lukewarm.
Chigiri just blinks, soft and slow, clearly dumbfounded.
Kunigami, who Reo did not realize at the time of confessing due to focusing more on hyping himself up, chokes on his drink, coughing and sputtering, hastily grabbing a handful of napkins and meekly apologizing for the mess.
Nagi, both disappointing but not surprising Reo, doesn't say a word.
Tense silence stretches across the table for a moment before Chigiri clears his throat, pink eyes darting to his husband's for moral support, only to find the hero in the midst of a staring contest with his drink, fighting a losing battle.
“That's… Uh. Um…” Chigiri nudges Kunigami in the side, glaring at him for the lack of assistance. “Not… exactly what I meant.”
“Oh.”
Reo, not at all overreacting, immediately wants to crawl under the table and die. Preferably a slow and painful death.
“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘have sex in public’ or ‘wear a remote controlled vibrator during a match’, but that… works too, I guess?” Chigiri explains, seemingly not the least bit embarrassed.
“Hyoma here certainly doesn't have that problem.” Kunigami tacks on with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.
Chigiri, apparently finally learning the concept of shame, turns pink at that comment. He elbows Kunigami in the side once more, voice raising as he lets out a semi-scandalized, scathing: “Ren!”
Kunigami just snorts, unapologetic.
“What? It's true. Remember that one time you—” Kunigami is cut off as Chigiri quickly slaps his hand over his mouth, only to pull back said-hand in mock-disgust as Kunigami most likely licks him. Reo is sure there's been worse fluids shared between them.
The table descends into shared laughter.
Even Nagi's lips curl up slightly into a rare grin.
For a moment, Reo thinks everything will be okay.
That his reveal will be swept under the rug, left as a drunken, hazy memory.
They'll forget all about it come morning, and the subject will never be discussed again.
It'll just continue to live rent-free in Reo's mind, plaguing himself with his own perceived inadequacy, but it's his problem. Alone.
Then Nagi speaks, and everyone is stunned into silence once more.
“I can make Reo squirt.”
Five words.
Five simple words strung together in a short sentence, said with the same confidence one would say they could fold their clothes or ride a bicycle—which is especially ironic, considering Reo is the one who does Nagi's laundry most often, and Reo is usually the one to pedal when they bike.
Reo bites down on his tongue to test if he’s awake, or if he just dreamed that sentence because there's no way his ears just heard that.
He must have had too much to drink.
Has to have.
It's besides the point Reo has a relatively high alcohol tolerance and he's only four or so shots deep. Maybe he'd been spiked with something stronger? That was a more reasonable explanation than the Nagi Seishiro saying with his own mouth, his own beautiful lips, how he could make Reo's body reach a height of pleasure even Reo himself hadn't managed to scale.
Chigiri is the first to break the heavy silence, laughing haughtily.
“Hah, that's some big talk for a guy who's never had sex before.”
Nagi's nostrils flare as his eyes narrow, glaring at Chigiri with the heat of a thousand suns. Or like he'd gone through all of Nagi's gacha games and wasted all his pulls on the worst banners imaginable.
“You don't know that.” Nagi counters, a little too quickly to sound legit, yet Reo still finds himself worrying.
Wait. Had Nagi had sex before?!
Why wasn't Reo informed of this?
He's Nagi's best friend.
His closest confidant, his longest standing relationship, his ride or die—he's basically his damn wife with all the chores Reo lovingly does for him, and for what, for him to repay him like this?!
Okay, maybe Reo is slightly drunk. Perhaps even a little bit buzzed.
Or he's overthinking things.
(Probably both.)
“Tch. I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a pussy if you tried.” Chigiri's lashes flutter as he looks down at Nagi, deliberately taunting the white haired man. For what purpose, Reo doesn't know, but he's starting to get a bit annoyed on his treasure's behalf.
“Hyoma…” Kunigami whispers in a light warning tone, placing a hand over his lover's. It's a polite way of saying ‘shut the fuck up before Reo has us murdered and our five children become orphans.’
“Let me cook, Ren.” Chigiri winks at the ginger, believing wholeheartedly he's got this under control (he doesn't, in Reo's humble opinion).
Nagi makes a move to stand up, knees jostling the table, stopped by Reo laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Sit.” Reo says, like he's talking to a damn dog.
Chigiri looks as if he's not sure if he should be more baffled at Reo talking to Nagi like that or by the fact Nagi listens. It really shouldn't surprise him at this point. Reo knows he'd seen and heard plenty in their Blue Lock days.
Nagi grumbles something under his breath as Reo increases his grip strength, not enough to hurt, but enough to feel—to give a command without muttering a single word.
“Chigiri, apologize.”
Reo smiles threateningly, eyes crinkling at the sides. He's pissed.
Chigiri simply huffs, tucking a stray strand of red behind his ear. Unlike Nagi, he's not nearly as obedient.
“For what? Telling the truth?”
Now it's Reo's turn to stand.
Nagi doesn't stand a chance of forcing him back down—can't really be bothered to, aside from protecting his image. People have begun to stare.
Reo looks two seconds from leaping across the table and choking Chigiri out, and Chigiri looks positively smug about it. Like this is exactly what he wanted.
Their glasses shake as Reo slams his hand down, all of his poise and tightly sealed mask of professionalism siphoned right out of him at the insult to his treasure.
Nagi makes a move to grab his hand, muttering a desperate: “Reo…”
“He can do it. He's the best. If anyone can, it's going to be Nagi-fucking-Seishiro.” Reo declares, a fire burning bright within him.
In the back of Reo's mind, he realizes he's arguing that Nagi can not only make him squirt, but can also satisfy Reo better than anyone else in the entire world. This is nowhere near the same as defending his belief in Nagi's soccer genius. But the words are already out. It's too late now.
“If you're so sure, then prove it.”
Reo seizes Nagi by the collar of his hoodie, dragging him out of the booth. Nagi lets out a little squeak at being tugged so suddenly, yet follows willingly regardless, trailing behind Reo with stumbling footsteps.
“We will.”
The atmosphere in the cab ride home is so thick it's nearly suffocating. Nagi's right leg keeps bouncing restlessly, only stilling once Reo puts a hand on his upper thigh.
Reo has a strange look in his violet eyes—it's intense, scorching hot, something Nagi has never seen before.
He looks like he wants to flay Nagi alive, to crawl inside his skin and make a home there.
Nagi shudders at how willing he is to let him do that.
Reo is thankful for black privacy screen separating them from the driver. It's tinted dark enough to give the illusion of them truly being alone, in their own little world, only occasionally lit up by passing cars and warm street lights.
“When we get home,” Reo leans in close, so that his hot breath can be felt right against Nagi's ear. “You're going to fuck me. So well, I'll never even think of taking another lover. Got that?”
There's only one answer he could possibly give.
Nagi gulps, nodding his head quickly, enough to make his vision swim. A faint blush spans across his cheeks, a rare sight.
“Yes, Boss.”
“Good boy.” Reo purrs, ruffling Nagi's hair.
They barely make it inside the door before Nagi is pinning Reo against it, biting and sucking at his neck like a wild beast. A knee slots between Reo's legs, forcing them apart.
The lock is flicked shut as Reo pants, baring even more of his hot skin. His legs grow weak beneath him. He falters, only for Nagi to lift him up with ease, using a single hand to hold him in place, the other busy fumbling with the buttons of his once neatly pressed dress shirt.
His heat presses against Nagi's steadily growing bulge, a beautiful friction that has him begging for more, more, more.
“Gonna take care of you,” Nagi nips at Reo's jaw, laving his tongue over the mark his sharp teeth leave behind. “Gonna fill you up, maybe even put a baby in you. Reo'd like that, wouldn't he?”
Reo moans in blissful agreement, nodding his head eagerly.
“Alpha…”
He can see it—white fluffy hair, innocent purple eyes, staring up at him with complete trust. He's seen Chigiri and Kunigami with their kids—knows how much they love them. A mixture of him and Nagi, eternalizing their partnership for generations to come, wouldn't that just be perfect?
“Eh, on second thought, Reo's greedy.” Nagi tsks, clicking his tongue and nosing against Reo's scent gland. He inhales deep, the following shudder coursing through his body making them both shake. “He'd want more than one, right? A whole football team of them.”
Reo keens, wrapping his legs around Nagi's waist as tight as he can manage. His hips grind against Nagi's, trying to force him inside, the layers of clothing be damned. Reo has needed Nagi inside him since yesterday.
“And then these,” Nagi slides Reo's shirt off his shoulders, thumbing at one of his pink nipples, pinching it teasingly. “would be full of milk. Hey, Reo, since I'm your baby too, you'd let me drink from you, right?”
Nagi's not making any sense.
He's too far gone, and Reo, to be entirely honest, isn't that much further behind him.
Each filthy word goes straight to his aching heat, slick leaking out with the intensity of a faucet turned on full blast. Reo can't recall ever, in the span of his entire life, being so wet before.
His need is growing with each passing second, pleasure shifting into annoyance with every moment Nagi spends teasing him senselessly.
Reo kisses Nagi hard, fingers threading through his hair, trying to spur him on, urging him to get inside.
He experimentally tugs on white strands, a beautiful moan slipping out of Nagi and swallowed down by Reo's own lips.
“Hurry up, treasure. I'm not a patient man.” Reo says, somewhere between warning and begging.
A laugh bubbles out of Nagi's chest—a rare sound, a treasure in its own right.
“I've been wanting to do this for years, surely Reo can allow me a few more minutes.” Nagi confesses, burying his face into the crook of Reo's neck.
Reo melts at both the confession and Nagi's tight, protective hold, like he never wants to let him go. Like the mere thought of letting go is sacrilege.
The tender way Nagi is looking at him makes even more wetness rush out between Reo's folds, coating his inner thighs and beginning to soak through his designer jeans.
Nagi sniffs the air, smelling the scent of Reo's overwhelming arousal, and finally, finally begins the careful trek of carrying Reo to the bed. Each step has hard cock rubbing against clothed heat, making Reo's desperation spiral further.
Reo blinks, equal parts surprised and delighted as he's gently laid down on a soft and sturdy mattress, specifically Nagi's bed, sheets drenched in his addicting scent, coating him from head to toe.
“Wanted to fuck you in my own bed,” Nagi breathes out, as if Reo needed any explanation. “Is that okay? Is Reo comfortable?”
Reo nods, letting his legs spread apart shyly, cheeks heated in a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment.
His fingers are begging him to dig into something, to burrow and hide. A nearby pillow ends up getting stolen and clutched tightly against his chest, half-covering his blushing face.
Nagi groans, tearing the pillow from his grasp. “None of that. I wanna see you.”
Reo immediately misses his shade, feeling entirely too exposed despite still being mostly fully clothed. All the drunken confidence he had in the car ride home has disappeared now, right when he needed it most.
He reaches back for the pillow, his half-unbuttoned shirt spreading at the middle, revealing the milky skin of his stomach. Nagi keeps it just out of reach, raising it further and further above his head with each failed attempt Reo makes to steal it back.
Determination boils over, playful instincts taking over in the form of Reo pouncing, fingers just shy of obtaining his prize.
A startled laugh leaves Nagi as an impromptu chase begins. Reo's omega is surging with pride as he circles Nagi like a hawk, clothes falling to the floor with each short sprint forward.
At some point, Reo has enough clarity to realize there's more than one pillow on Nagi's queen sized bed, snagging it before Nagi can catch up to what he's doing.
His earlier reservations are completely drowned out now though, replaced by a sense of utter glee as he tackles Nagi, smacking him in the face with the pillow.
They trade blows back and forth, giggling and grinning as they engage in their fluffy battle, chasing each other around the room.
Once Reo's lungs start to burn from laughing so much he throws his trophy to the side, lips pressing against Nagi's once more as he stands at the foot of the bed, quickly pinned against it.
“Caught you.” Nagi cheers, chest rumbling in a happy purr.
Reo can only laugh, nuzzling against Nagi's closest scent gland, dousing himself in more of him.
“Please, I let myself get caught.”
At the admission, Nagi still continues to purr in delight, inner alpha likely soaring at being chosen by an omega.
“See? Not so scary, am I? It's just me. Nothing to hide from.” Nagi says, lifting himself up slightly.
Looking up at him, all Reo can feel is intense adoration, warmth spreading from the tips of his, to the curling of his toes, and the heat of his slick-drenched pussy.
Even with his wrists pinned, with a heavy, thick cock resting against his stomach, Reo doesn't have it in him to be scared. Nagi's right. It's just him. And that's all Reo's ever wanted.
Reo's hand raises entirely of its own accord to smooth across Nagi's jaw, thumbing at his lips. Nagi doesn't mind one bit. Or if he does, he's fantastic at hiding it.
He just… lets Reo do whatever he wants with him, whether that means playing a sport because Reo saw talent in him no one else previously noticed, or dragging his extra-reddened flesh down, collecting the pooling spit from his mouth.
“You want this?” Reo asks, pressing his drool-covered fingers to his own lips, sinking down to the furthest knuckle, body shivering beneath Nagi's.
Nagi is quick to nod, overwhelming reverence filling his scent as he kisses a trail down Reo's skin, marking every inch of him.
“I do,” Nagi says, two simple words sounding just like an eternal vow to Reo's ears. “Let me show you.”
Reo fights to keep still as Nagi maps his body out with his tongue, leaving no crevice unchecked. From his jaw, his neck, the jut of his collarbone, the rosy swell of his nipples, the dip of his tummy, the curve of his hips—everything gets kissed, licked, or bit.
By the time Nagi reaches Reo's thighs he's a trembling mess, leaking slick onto the sheets below.
The first searing kiss to his inner thigh, so close to the lips of his pussy but not there, makes Reo moan louder than he knew he was capable of.
He barely gets to even twitch his fingers—let alone raise his arm to actually bring his hand up to cover his mouth and attempt to muffle his sounds—before Nagi seizes both his arms by the wrist, squeezing gently.
“Don't hide. You're perfect.” Nagi reminds him.
Instinct tells Reo to argue, but any stubborn protest he could think of is immediately drowned out by pleasure as Nagi parts his folds with his tongue, licking his slit from top to bottom.
His eyes never leave Reo's as he eats him out slowly, tongue flicking back and forth in gentle laps, intent to savor him, to take him apart piece by piece.
“Sei, oh, baby, Sei…” Reo cries out, rolling his hips forward to meet each thrust of Nagi's tongue, to coax him in deeper. His hands fight in Nagi's hold—not to mute himself, but to pet Nagi's hair, to offer any praise his voice can't. “Please, please, please…”
Nagi seems to get the message, letting Reo free. Fingers sink into white hair immediately, carding through the slick and sweat-wet strands gently.
“So good, baby, so good. You're such a good boy.” Reo coos, lost in bliss, pressing down on Nagi's head, guiding him up to his throbbing clit, begging for more attention. “Are you going to make mommy cum?”
The reaction is immediate—Reo sees the moment Nagi's hips stutter, cock trapped between the sheets and his belly spurting rope after rope of thick white come flying so far some of his spend lands between Reo's legs, adding more to the mess of his pussy.
Nagi groans into Reo's pussy, shuddering in the afterglow of his own orgasm, ears tinted pink as he continues to focus solely on his goal of pleasuring Reo.
All of his undivided attention is singlehandedly the hottest thing Reo's ever seen, his insides clenching down around nothing, pushing more slick out.
Who would have thought that his Nagi, the very same Nagi who finds even the most minute tasks a hassle to complete, would be such a devoted, thorough lover?
Reo sighs in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut.
There's a familiar heat swirling in his stomach, a tight red knot tied by Nagi's own mouth and tongue, binding them together for life.
“Mine.” Reo shakily exhales, continuing his petting. “My alpha. My treasure.”
With his trust put in Reo and his hands now free, Nagi is able to explore more than before, and immediately takes advantage of the opportunity.
The first thing he does is spread Reo further apart, pushing his thighs back to his chest. His lips seal around Reo's clit, nipping the bundle of nerves with a playful bite before sucking soothingly—a wordless command telling Reo to hold them up.
Reo does as his alpha tells him, holding himself open by the bend of his knees.
He's too aroused to be embarrassed about being so open before Nagi, a desire to come and come hard, overriding any normal nervousness he'd usually have.
Nagi seems to appreciate this lack of shutting down once more, rewarding Reo with two fingers circling his entrance, spreading the slick, just barely dipping inside.
“Seishiro—!” Reo cries out, tears beginning to well in his eyes. He needs him. He needs him so fucking bad. He's shaking with want. “Please, treasure, need you, pleasepleaseplease—”
His words run together all at once as Nagi sinks his fingers in as far as they can go, stretching him out, searching.
Reo's insides are sucking him in, walls beginning to contract intermittently as he finds it—a firm, spongy spot, crooked fingers rubbing against it over and over, driving Reo wild, making him keen, making him scream.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuckkkk~♡!”
Thighs clench tightly around Nagi's head, keeping him trapped as Reo hurdles closer and closer towards the edge. Nagi makes no complaint—he's right where he wants to be.
It only takes a bit more prodding against his g-spot and the continued attention to his clit for the heat in Reo to boil over, drenching Nagi in his fluids.
Up and down, Reo's chest heaves as Nagi continues to fuck him through his release, dragging his fingers in and out until his walls cease fluttering, and the pleasure turns to pain.
The moment Reo even thinks about protesting Nagi gently removes his fingers and detaches his lips from the overstimulated bundle of nerves.
Nagi stares at Reo the entire time as he lifts those same magical fingers to his equally wonderful mouth, licking them sensually. His tongue curls around each milky white coated digit slowly, sliding from the base to the tip, cleaning them thoroughly. He makes a show out of swallowing and sticking his tongue out, completely clear, like a good boy.
“Was that… good?” Nagi asks hesitantly, attempting to sit up.
Reo assumes the way he drags him back down into a bruising kiss for more is answer enough.
“Hyoma,” Kunigami starts, scolding Chigiri on their way home. “What the hell was that about?”
Chigiri snorts, a little tipsy, resting his head on Kunigami’s broad shoulder.
“Relax, Ren. They'll be fine. Actually, I'm willing to bet by this time next year, we'll be godparents.”
Kunigami grumbles under his breath, too fond of his mate to really complain, but still worried for their pups.
…And when months later they receive a baby shower invitation for undecaplets, Chigiri just smirks triumphantly, saying I told you so.