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"What? You too?"
"Yep. All omega guys get both. Same with the alpha girls."
Langa is absolutely stunned. He's lived here for well over a year and had no idea. He stares at Reki while the other put away his books, getting ready to leave school for the day alongside all the other students that are bustling around them.
Langa's throat is suddenly very dry. "So… You have it at home?"
Reki quirks an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, where else would I keep it?"
"I dunno," Langa mutters and looks away.
All this time. All this time he never knew that Reki had a feminine school uniform at home? For some reason, he's very bothered by this fact. He feels robbed, somehow. Weird, because he's never felt any particular attraction towards the skirts and stockings some of their classmates wear but the thought of Reki wearing it... Sure, Langa has noticed that some of the male omegas are wearing skirts but it rarely makes him react in any type of way - not like some of the other alphas seem to, at least - and he figured those omegas had chosen which style they wanted and only had that one type of uniform. And now Reki's telling him that they all have both?
Langa's throat is suddenly very dry. "So, uh, how come you never wear it?"
Reki looks up at him, frowning, and Langa's heart skips a beat. "Because pants are better than skirts when you skate, dude," he says. "Duh."
He's packed all his stuff and walks towards the door. Langa quickly follows, carefully breathing in to catch a whiff of Reki's scent without being too obvious. They're friends - Langa doesn't want to scare Reki by letting him know how incredibly attracted Langa is to him. Being an alpha who's spending all his time with an omega should perhaps make his intentions clear but so far Reki seems unaware. Then again, Reki hangs around alphas quite a lot - they're the dominant group at S, after all - and seems to both be unaffected himself and not affect any of the alphas either. Miya once explained that it's because Joe and Cherry have taken the two of them under their wing as a protective measure while their at S which explains half of it but not how Reki remains so chill about spending lots of time with adrenaline-pumped alphas.
It's happened more than once at school that omegas who spend too much time around alphas during P.E go into some sort of pheromone-induced heat. Which in turn of course affects the alphas. Most people are pretty good at ignoring those sorts of things and going their separate ways before anyone oversteps but it still happens now and then.
Langa has never seen that happen to Reki, though, and he spends more time around alphas than any other omega in school. Not only does he spend all his time with Langa he also prefers to play soccer with them during the breaks rather than with the omegas.
"I'm too big compared to the others - I'll end up hurting someone," he told Langa once when he asked why.
It is true that Reki is larger and more built than their omega classmates - partially because of skateboarding, Langa guesses - but he's still the cutest one out of all of them. In Langa's opinion, anyway.
"Uh, do you… Do you think you ever will? Wear it?" he asks as they walk down the corridor.
Reki sends him an odd look - as if he's wondering if Langa is quite sane. "Haven't planned on it. And even if I wanted to - we skate every day, man."
"Right." None of that was very smooth, Langa realizes, but he couldn't help himself.
They walk in silence for a while and Langa can feel Reki's eyes on him. He doesn't dare to look back, well aware that he made a fool of himself for asking. No way Reki didn't figure out why Langa asked that, no way. He has to suppress a low whine when shame rushes through him.
Reki doesn't say anything more about it, though, instead choosing to talk about skating. Langa decides to do his best to forget about the whole thing. That he made a fool of himself. That Reki probably understood what he was doing. That Reki has a uniform with skirt and stockings at home somewhere but Langa most likely will never see him wear it.
Yeah, the only thing he can do is to push it out of his mind and hope that Reki doesn't dwell on it too much. He acts just like normal for the rest of the day anyway and Langa is glad. He almost manages to stop wondering what Reki would look like in the uniform but as soon as he's back home getting ready for bed the thoughts are back in full force. He'd look so good, Langa knows it. Reki has the best legs Langa's ever seen and it's a shame that he only ever got to see them during their trip to Miyakojima last year. That whole trip had been a huge test of Langa's patience and restraint and he had come back home from it in rut, with images of Reki in his bathing shorts and the robe with the rolled-up sleeves swirling around in his mind for weeks after.
It was also after that trip that Langa for the first time caved and got himself off while thinking about him. About Reki.
This night proves just as big a challenge as the idea of Reki in a short, pleated skirt and thigh-high stockings takes root in Langa's mind. Reki's scent would be so much more prevalent if he didn't dress in so many layers, too. He's covering himself up so much that his smell is more subdued than anyone else's. He still smells better than everyone, though, and Langa has dreamt about getting to enjoy the full force of his scent many times. In Miyakojima they had been right by the water all the time and they all went in, too, causing the salty smell from the sea to permeate everything - and then those stinky mud people had appeared. Langa hadn't been able to smell anything at all for several days after.
But if Reki just dressed a little more lightly, Langa would probably be able to smell him even better, all the time. And it'd be so easy to slide his hands underneath a skirt…
Whining at the back of his throat, shame wafting through him, Langa reaches down under the covers to close his hand around his throbbing dick, taking a firm grip right at the base around his knot. Having started to imagine it, he can't stop, and soon he's jerking off while thinking about having Reki in front of him - bending forward and offering himself up, making the edge of the short skirt ride up his thighs to reveal that he is wearing nothing underneath.
Burying his face in his pillow, Langa turns to his stomach and props himself up on his knees enough to be able to hump into his hand, imagining that it's Reki's warm body he's driving into. Reki would whine and moan, and beg for more - call Langa his alpha and expose the back of his neck to allow a bite, scream Langa's name as he knots him-
Langa bites into the pillow with a trembling groan as he comes into his hand, imagining what Reki would sound like if it had been him instead.
Breathing hard, Langa waits to come down from the orgasm. As quickly as the bliss leaves him, he fills with shame. He got himself off by thinking about his best friend again - imagining fucking his best friend, knotting him and biting him and…
His heart is beating hard and he's still deeply ashamed of himself after he's cleaned up and is back in bed to try to sleep. He takes no pride in these fantasies and a part of him feels like they defile the way he feels about Reki somehow. It's not as if Langa is only attracted to Reki - he's in love with him. He's loved him since they met, well aware that when the time comes to choose a mate he won't have to look; he's known Reki is the one for over a year. He just has no clue if Reki can ever feel the same way and Langa would never try to convince him if he won’t. He wants Reki to want Langa for his mate just as badly as he wants Reki. If he doesn't, Langa would rather never mate and just be Reki's friend for the rest of his life.
It's still with lingering, painful shame that Langa curls in on himself on the bed with a whine, hugging a t-shirt that used to be Reki's to his face.
He still feels shamefaced the day after. It's not made any better when Reki texts him to say that they'll have to meet at school because he's running late. Langa would've liked to wait for him in their usual spot but when Reki writes back that he's so late that his mother will have to drive him to make it on time, Langa doesn't press the issue. He just sighs and kicks off on his own. He can't help but wonder if perhaps Reki was more bothered by Langa's dumb questions than he let on yesterday.
What if he's uncomfortable with being alone with Langa now?
He knows his bad mood is clear to all of the other students - the alphas either tense up or pointedly look away from him when he walks past, and the betas and omegas make sure to give him a large radius. He doesn't mind it - he'd rather be left alone anyway.
When he walks into the classroom, however, everyone turns their attention to him. Their classmates know him, somewhat, and he's never displayed any aggression before (and he wouldn't call his current mood aggressive either but it's definitely not neutral) so they're not as spooked as the other students.
"Hasegawa-san? Are you alright?" the class president asks carefully and Langa tries his best to smother his gloom and frustration.
"I'm fine," he murmurs and bows his head down as he walks past him.
Most of the others seem to relax a little at that but when Langa is walking down the lane towards his desk he hears a low, rumbling growl. He casts a brief look at the source; Kana, the largest alpha in the class (after himself, that is), is watching him like a hawk, clearly trying to scare him off from trying to make any type of move on her authority or something similarly stupid.
Langa couldn't care less about rank amongst alphas but her aggression irritates him, so he sends her a rather vicious glare before he continues toward his desk. He just wants Reki to show up so he can make sure that they're okay. Or not, in which case he'll try to fix it.
Reki doesn't show up until just a couple of minutes before class begins - and Langa knows he's close before he's even entered the classroom.
He can smell it.
It's a little alarming to feel Reki's scent so clearly without being right next to him - strong and unsubdued - and Langa sits up straight in his chair, almost getting to his feet when he can sense that Reki is close.
When he steps into the classroom Langa stops breathing completely - Reki is not wearing his usual clothes.
He stops in the doorway and tugs a little at the collar on the maroon sailor's shirt. He's not wearing a hoodie as he usually does and the cropped blouse accentuates his waist in a way his normal clothes never do. Langa's eyes get stuck on how small it looks for a moment before his gaze drops a little further - to the skirt that hugs said waist tight above the pleated folds. It's the shortest type, precisely the one Reki had been wearing in his fantasy the night before.
Langa's mouth goes dry and he quickly lifts his attention to Reki's face before he's too apparent - and meets Reki's eyes. His face is beet red and his eyes are a little wide but he looks rather… determined. Still, he bows his head down as he quickly makes his way past the other desks towards his own. To Langa's chagrin, a few of the other alphas turn to look after him - Kana included - and protectiveness and jealousy surge to the surface so fast that it takes Langa a little by surprise.
They never looked at Reki before - they have no right to do it now just because he's dressed more traditionally omega. Langa likes him no matter what he wears and always has! The other alphas should know to stay away since Langa is the alpha that's been closest to Reki ever since he moved here.
Then again… Reki does look extremely good in the uniform so Langa supposes he can understand them. His legs especially. He's wearing regular socks, though, and not thigh-highs but Langa is not complaining. This way Reki's muscles and beautifully golden skin is visible and while Langa would have preferred to have been the only one to see that he's too mesmerized to be irritated about this particular detail.
Reki sends him a small smile when he reaches the back of the room but doesn't have time to say anything before their teacher enters and he has to scramble into his seat before he's reprimanded.
The lesson is torture.
Reki's scent is so strong that Langa feels almost light-headed. Miraculously enough he has the self-control to refrain from staring but the scent - Langa might go mad. He's not used to it at this intensity. His breaths are coming kind of quick and he's almost painfully hard but the desk probably hides that, he thinks. It must. It better fucking hide it.
The entire hour passes and no matter what gruesome things Langa thinks about the infuriating boner won't go down. This can't be healthy, he thinks, but he can't will it away, and he gets more and more stressed the closer to the end of the lesson they come. Perhaps he won't have to stand up, perhaps they can just stay in their seats and chat and Langa can make sure that everything is fine between them despite Langa's idiotic questions about the-
About the uniform. The uniform that Reki is wearing.
Langa glances his way and catches a glimpse of Reki's strong thighs under the desk before he dares to lift his gaze to his face. He's still blushing. His skin is not as red as when he entered but flushed all the way down the collar of his blouse. He keeps his golden eyes trained on the board up front and shows no sign of having noticed that Langa is watching him but… Langa asked him questions about the uniform and the day after Reki shows up in it. For the first time, ever. It's not a coincidence, that much is clear. Langa isn't so blind that he's unable to connect the dots.
Holy shit.
Is Reki wearing it because Langa showed interest in it? Langa barely manages to suppress the nervous whine that claws its way up his throat.
Is Reki signaling that he wants Langa to court him?
He's breathless when the lesson ends and the questions he had for Reki concerning whether or not they're okay have long since left his mind. Now all he can think about is the possibility that Reki is wearing the uniform because of Langa. That he might be wearing it because he wants Langa to make a move.
Langa is always very forward in his fantasies. He's always the one who initiates, kisses Reki, gets him out of his clothes, and has him writhing and whining as Langa takes him - usually rather roughly if he's to be honest, partially because he wants to get off quickly and not spend too much time thinking about Reki in such situations since it gives him such a bad conscience.
Anyway - in his fantasies, he's always self-confident but now? Langa is trembling with nerves at the mere thought that Reki might actually want him to initiate something.
"Langa?" comes Reki's voice as soon as the lesson is over. "Dude, are you alright?"
Langa nods fiercely. "Yeah, fine." He lifts his gaze from the desk to look at Reki instead. "You?"
Reki sends him a lop-sided smile. "I'm good."
A pause follows during which Langa doesn't know what to say - he's too distracted by Reki's eyes and scent and knowing that his legs are bare beneath his desk.
"You look different," he finally manages.
Reki barks out a short laugh. "Well, yeah - that's kind of the point, isn't it?"
Oh, shit, is that an insinuation?
Reki gets to his feet with a small grin, blushing a little deeper, and is just about to speak again when he's interrupted.
"Kyan - oh, my, who would've thought you'd clean up so nice." Kana puts a hand down on Reki's desk and leans in closer to him, ignoring how Langa bristles.
Reki laughs. "Oh, shut up," he says - cocky in a way that might get other omegas in trouble but that most alphas in their class accept from him by now.
Langa starts to get to his feet - already furious - just as Kana rounds Reki's desk and crowds in on him until he's cornered.
His mouth falls open in surprise as he takes a stumbling step back from her. "Kana?"
"Does this outfit change mean that you'd like to be courted?" Kana purrs, making Reki's eyes widen and his face turn crimson within the second.
Langa could rip her apart - he should rip her apart - but Reki's gaze snaps to him and his face completely falls. The reaction jostles Langa out of his fury, making him realize that he's snarling like a wild animal. He didn't even do it on purpose. He's never wanted to fight anyone before, it must be some sort of instinctive response to seeing his omega be courted - aggressively - by another alpha (so Reki isn't technically his but so what?).
The shocked look on Reki's face grounds him, though, and at the end of the day, Langa knows for sure that he doesn't want to fight. He won't allow Kana to take another step closer to Reki, however.
He stalks up to the other two and reaches for Reki before Kana gets a chance to do or say anything else. He grabs Reki around the wrist and gets into Kana's face, pulling Reki in behind him. He's growling - not as fiercely as before but it's a clear warning - and he meets Kana's eyes without blinking.
Their faces are just inches apart when Langa hisses "He's already claimed."
He doesn't know what it is that makes him choose those particular words (wishful thinking, maybe) but it seems to work - Kana sneers at him and leans back.
"How sweet," she drawls. "Does he know that, though?"
Langa bristles again, unable to answer since she saw right through him, and suddenly incredibly stressed out over what he just said. He needs to talk to Reki and explain. Now. Fuck Kana, fuck class, fuck everything else - he needs to do damage control.
"Come, Reki," he says and grabs both of their bags with his free hand without relinquishing his hold on his best friend. The classroom is deathly silent and Langa can feel all their classmates' eyes on them but he doesn't care. He turns and leaves, relieved to find that Reki follows without protest.
As they rush down the corridor he speaks up, though, his voice a little breathless. "Where are we going?"
Langa doesn't slow his step but the whirring mess of thoughts in his head screeches to a stop - where are they going?
"I dunno," he admits, sounding even more breathless than Reki. "I dunno, just somewhere - away from here."
"We still have classes-"
"I don't care!" Realizing that it came out harsher than he intended, Langa comes to a halt by the lockers at the entrance. "I'm sorry… I just… I wanna get out of here."
Their eyes meet and Reki nods, looking a little distant. "Okay, yeah, uh, sure." He frowns, suddenly swaying a little in place. "I feel a little strange…"
Reki's scent hits Langa like a wrecking ball - it's stronger than before, wafting off of him in overwhelming waves of the sweetest smell Langa has ever experienced. Without thinking, he dives down close to Reki's neck and breathes in deeply, making himself dizzy with the force of it.
"Langa? What!?" Reki sputters.
Langa pulls himself back and shakes his head a little, trying to force back the warm buzz that travels through his entire body (but especially to a specific part of him).
Fucking hell - it's intoxicating. More than it's ever been before - like a thousand times more. Langa is starting to realize that this isn't just because Reki is wearing fewer clothes. His scent is completely different and while Langa tends to easily get hot under his collar from the way Reki smells this is on a whole other level.
"Reki," he pants, urgency the only thing making him able to form coherent speech. "Reki - I think you're going into heat."
"Oh," Reki whispers and looks up at Langa, looking dazed. "You made me go into… Holy shit."
"I did?" Langa hisses, taken by surprise. "You mean you're not supposed to go into heat right now?" Fear breaks through the haze just enough for Langa to feel more alert.
He'll have to take Reki home - now, before anyone else notices, especially another alpha. Was this why Kana went after Reki? Was she somehow able to tell what was about to happen? But… Except for the difference in intensity, Reki had smelt the exact same way he always does when he arrived at school. Now, however, his original smell is mixed in with another, more overwhelming scent - that combination is what makes Langa tingle all over and become painfully hard in his pants.
"Reki," he whispers, trying to ignore the quickly increasing desire. "We have to go to your house."
"So you can claim me?" Reki whispers back.
Langa stops breathing and stares at Reki in shock. "What? No! Of course not!" He has to be strong. He has to fight this. He can not take advantage of Reki right now.
Reki, whose face and gaze fall. "Right," he says. "Of course not."
Langa stares at his expression, feeling completely dumbstruck, before the realization drops - Reki is upset. He's upset that Langa turned him down.
Shit - he's upset.
Reki weakly tries to shake Langa's hand off him - still dazed by the oncoming heat despite his mood - but Langa can't let go. Not when Reki looks like this. Not when Reki smells like this. Not when he's everything that Langa wants in every way.
"I do want to claim you." The words rush out of Langa without his permission. Can an omega in heat make you say things you didn't mean to say?
Reki's gaze finds him again. He looks surprised and uncertain, and his eyes are large and shining in a way that makes Langa's stomach twist.
"Reki," Langa whispers. "I do want you - so badly - but I can wait."
The uncertainty drains from Reki's eyes and he breaks out in an emotional smile that's so bright that Langa almost turns blind. Reki's face becomes even redder than what it already was but he keeps smiling as he looks at Langa in such an affectionate way that Langa's jaw drops.
"You really want me?" Reki murmurs, his free hand coming up to brush back Langa's hair and caress his cheek.
Langa swallows hard before he manages to respond. "Yeah… Reki, I want you so much."
Saying it again was a mistake. Just hearing it come out of his own mouth reminds Langa of how much that is true. Of how he's restrained himself, waited, and made sure to never do or say anything that might risk making Reki uncomfortable. How he refrained from thinking about Reki while touching himself for so long and how much shame it brings him every time he does. How he felt when Kana crowded in on him…
With a low growl, Langa leans forward and buries his face in Reki's neck. Reki throws his head back with a small gasp, exposing his throat for Langa to press his face against and breathe in deeply. The scent sends several, heady waves of desire through Langa and he groans against Reki's skin, making the omega tremble.
"Langa," Reki breathes. "Langa - you don't have to wait."
"Don't say that," Langa huffs, his hands somehow drawn to Reki's waist.
Reki whines. "Langa, please-"
"Don't - you're going into heat, you don't know what-"
"I want you," Reki whispers right by his ear and Langa freezes to the spot. "Please, Langa - I want it to be you."
It almost physically pains him but Langa drags himself away from Reki's neck to look him in the face. He looks dazed and happy and absolutely beautiful.
"Reki - we're in school." It sounds weak, horrendously weak, and Reki clearly notices because he starts to grin.
"Since when have you cared about school etiquette?"
"This is a bit worse than coming across as impolite!" Langa hisses back, edging on frantic.
"But I need you," Reki murmurs - it almost sounds like a purr - and his gaze drops lower before it returns to Langa's face again, his eyes heavy-lidded. "I need you, alpha."
Jesus fucking christ.
"The storage room," Langa whispers, and then his voice drops. "Now."
There are three different storage rooms - one inside of the gym and two by the tracks and soccer court. The one at the far end of the tracks is mostly filled with old junk since the lock is broken. Langa prays that it hasn't suddenly been fixed as they hurry outside, hand in hand.
He has no idea how they make it there without drawing attention but the yard is pretty much deserted since the bell is about to ring at any second. Reki is quickly getting worse, too, doing his best to stay focused and move forward only to suddenly be overcome with something that makes his knees buckle and a low keening sound escape him as he reaches for Langa to come closer. When they're finally all the way across the court, Langa drags Reki through the (blissfully unlocked) doors, trying to support him the best he can with an arm looped around his back.
When they finally step into the storage, Reki's smell and sounds have damn near driven Langa mad. He snaps the door shut behind them, shrouding the small room in darkness except for the faint light that is streaming in from the dirty window up by the ceiling. It's enough.
Langa lets their bags fall to the floor and pushes Reki up against the wall amongst the assortment of broken P.E equipment with a rough exhale, burying his face by Reki's throat again to breathe in his enchanting scent.
Reki winds his arms around his shoulders with a trembling sigh. "Langa."
"Reki." He drags his teeth lightly over the stretch of Reki's neck, making the omega shiver before he laps his tongue across the same spot.
Reki whines and squirms against him. "Langa, holy shit - I feel like I'm burning up."
"Is it bad?" Langa asks hurriedly, a little concerned.
Reki sends him a wicked little grin through the whining. "It wouldn't be if you were inside of me."
Langa stares at him in shock for a moment. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath and dives back in by Reki's neck, framing the omega with his arms and keeping their chests flush together as he finally lets go.
Breathing hard against Reki's skin, Langa rolls his hips forward, grinds against him, and makes Reki's breath stutter around a moan. It's the most amazing sound Langa has ever heard. He rolls his hips again and then one more time, pressing his almost painfully hard dick against Reki's, unwilling to stop when it keeps making Reki moan and curse until Langa is pretty much humping him like an animal. It feels amazing, everything from the building pleasure between Langa's legs to the way Reki's fingers dig into his back.
He feels fucking primal.
Reki will need more to quell the intensity of his heat, though. This is not how Langa would've wanted their first time to go but he's so aroused that he barely cares as he slides his hands up Reki's thighs and under the skirt. Reki pants in Langa's ear as he moves his hands further back and higher up, dragging his palms over Reki's ass, before taking each cheek in a firm grip.
Keening turns into a whine as Reki tries to squirm away. Langa lets him go at once, fear breaking through the desire.
"I'm sorry," Reki whispers. "It's just… Ah."
"We can stop," Langa wheezes, mentally thanking his balls for their service and wishing them better luck in the afterlife.
"No!" Reki says sharply. "That's not it, that's not…" He squirms a little again, grabbing one of Langa's shoulders harder for stability as another wave of heat seems to roll over him, making him whine again. "I'm just…" His eyes flick to Langa's before he screws them shut and hurriedly adds, "I'm just really wet, okay? My boxers… They're probably soaked through, I just didn't want you to notice, I'm sorry, this is gross-"
Langa's eyes widen at the revelation that Reki is so worked up that he's leaking through his underwear - because of him.
He hurriedly slides his hands back under Reki's skirt and once again grabs his ass as he pushes their bodies flush together. "You're already that wet?" he whispers, trying to focus on Reki's face but his vision is starting to get a little blurry. "You… you've slicked through your clothes… for me?"
Reki stares back at him for a moment with something like realization dawning on his face, before he whimpers and closes his eyes again as he nods. "I think so, yeah."
Langa huffs out a short, pleased rumble and draws close, dragging his tongue over the spot right beneath Reki's ear. "I did that?"
Leaning into it, Reki exhales on a low moan, his nails scraping against Langa's shoulders. "Yes," he pants. "You made me like this. You did all of this. The face you made when Kana-" A snarl involuntarily escapes Langa at the sound of her name and Reki shivers against him, his breath catching briefly. "The way you looked at her - you looked so fucking pissed. Because she made a move on me! Langa, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! You are the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Langa has to force himself to stop licking at that spot on Reki's neck. "You always hate when I get protective though."
"Yeah, when it's because of dumb stuff!" Reki replies, threading his fingers into Langa's hair. "I don't need protection - but I loved seeing you… like…" His voice drops. "Possessive."
"Oh, yeah?" Langa murmurs and nips at Reki's neck.
Reki nods and leans his head back against the wall, breathing hard. "Yeah… I know it's really… I dunno, stereotypical, I guess, but I want that."
"You want me to be possessive?"
"In general?" Reki asks. "I dunno… But right now? Yes!"
Humming against Reki's skin, Langa moves one of his fingers closer to the middle of Reki's ass, purposefully pressing the length of it against the cleft between his asscheeks.
Reki winces a little but doesn't pull away, and his breath starts coming even quicker. He was right - his underwear is completely soaked through. The slick is warm and a little thicker than Langa imagined. He loves it. He presses his finger more firmly against the crack, dragging his hand upwards. It glides easily against the slick-covered fabric and the clear proof that Reki is this turned on - by Langa - is enough to rid him of the last remnants of apprehension.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Reki's boxers and pulls them down to his calves in one, smooth motion, kneeling in front of Reki to pull the underwear off. Reki kicks them off somewhere to the side a little impatiently and Langa reaches for his thighs again, sliding his hands up the backs of them. Without any underwear on, Reki's erection is clearly outlined under the skirt, the fabric slightly lifted by the tip of his cock.
Langa whines at the sight and dives forward, nuzzling the fabric out of the way and pressing his lips to the base of Reki's dick. Reki jolts and moans above him, spurring Langa on, and he mouths at the shaft, humming with contentment. Reki tastes so good, smells so good - especially down here - and Langa's mind spins over the fact that this is happening. He's licking Reki's cock, grabbing at his ass, and soon - soon Langa will get to fuck him. Just like he's fantasized about so many times.
Perhaps he should feel more uncertain or embarrassed than what he does when he groans against Reki's shaft - and slides a finger in between his asscheeks.
Reki gasps and then he's keening again, pushing back against Langa's finger almost desperately. Langa feels Reki's slick entrance press against his fingertip, and it's with another groan that ends in a purr that he slides it in, just past the ring of muscle.
Reki juts forward - pressing his dick against Langa's face - and releases a shuddering moan that makes Langa's own dick throb with want. He'd love to just turn Reki around and take him right away but that's a bad idea - he might hurt Reki if he's too impatient - so he slides the finger in slowly. It glides easily all the way in and Reki shivers and whines, his hands threading through Langa's hair, trembling against his scalp.
"Oh my god, Langa," he whispers. "Oh god - please hurry."
Langa hums against Reki's dick and starts sliding the finger in and out of his slick hole, reveling in the gasps and sounds it draws out of Reki. His Reki. His omega. He carefully slides another finger in, hoping it's not too soon. Reki keens and moans "yes" so he gathers that it wasn't. Langa is starting to pant against the base of his cock, so aroused that he no longer can concentrate on what he was doing with his mouth, too occupied by the feeling of Reki's slick insides around his fingers.
Langa wants him so bad that he whines. The tight confines of his pants pressing down on his cock suddenly feel like torture and it's with a sense of urgency that he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper to give his dick more space.
A purr mixes into Reki's sounds. "Yes," he whispers again and Langa can only assume that he refers to him unbuttoning his pants.
He scissors his fingers inside of Reki, the need to get to fuck him too strong for Langa to be patient anymore. Reki doesn't seem to mind as all he does is curl his fist in Langa's hair and moan.
Langa frees his dick from his boxers with a trembling hand and gives it a slow jerk. He groans against Reki's cock and gives it one last lick before he leans back enough to be able to look up at Reki. He's a mess. A beautiful mess. His eyes are heavy-lidded, the gold in them dazed but shining, and his lips are parted, glistening wet. His skin is flushed deep red and his expression is both pained and blissful at the same time, something Langa didn't even know was possible.
"Reki," he whines. "Fucking hell. You look so good." Reki's expression turns a little bashful and he bites his bottom lip around a whimper. "And you smell so nice - no one smells as good as you." Langa's gaze drops to his hand - to the fingers that are disappearing into Reki again and again, and he has to bite back a moan at the sight. "Reki - I want you so bad."
"Yes, Langa, please - I want you too." Reki tugs at his hair impatiently, making pleasurable shivers run down the back of Langa's neck. "Take me."
Langa slips his fingers free and gets to his feet so quickly that his knees almost buckle beneath him, the desire to feel what he just felt around his fingers around his cock instead so dizzying that he's almost light-headed.
Reki winds his arms around Langa's neck and keens. "Hurry," he breathes, sounding as if he's physically pained by being parted. Perhaps he is, Langa's no expert on how heats work and he definitely doesn't know how they feel, only that they make omegas crave the closeness of their mate. Or any alpha if they're unclaimed.
Langa's mom tells him that that's just a harmful preconception but the mere thought of Reki mating with anyone else makes the need to mark him overwhelmingly strong. Langa runs his tongue up Reki's throat, pressing close and nosing at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Langa wants to bite him so badly, claim him, make Reki his mate, but he shouldn't. He can't just do it because he wants it - not if Reki isn't just as willing - but just as Langa thinks that his fantasies break through the hazy arousal; mainly the recurring fantasy to bite Reki just as they come. To bury his teeth in soft, warm skin and release his pheromones into Reki at the same time as his seed.
He hooks his hands behind Reki's thighs and lifts him, the earlier dizziness trumped by his desire. Reki's strong legs wind around Langa's hips and close like a vice, steadying him.
Despite the firm, secure press of Reki's thighs, he still whines a little, breathing hard. "I don't know if I can keep myself up like this," he whimpers.
Langa can feel how he trembles but he still trusts that he can. "You're strong," he whispers against Reki's neck. "And I'll hold you, I promise, I won't let you go."
Reki nods and grips Langa's shoulders more firmly. Langa turns his face to press his nose into Reki's cheek, placing a kiss there as he reaches for his own cock. He pulls Reki's ass a little closer - away from the wall, making his back arch while his shoulders are still firmly pressed against it for support - and manages to brush the tip of his dick against Reki's slick entrance.
It sends a jolt of adrenaline through Langa and he has to grab his dick more firmly, breathing hard against Reki's throat. "Fuck - Reki, I…"
Reki whines desperately. "Please just do it. I need you."
Nodding, Langa leans his forehead against Reki's and takes a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, I… I've got you. I'll take care of you."
Reki looks at him with wide eyes, nodding weakly. He looks so good, feels so warm in Langa's arms and his scent is still so intoxicating that Langa feels a little out of tune. Through the thick haze of desire, his affection for Reki breaks through so intensely that it's almost overwhelming. He whispers Reki's name again - and then he closes the small gap between their lips and kisses him.
Reki makes a surprised sound but finds himself quickly, kissing Langa back with increasing urgency. When he drags his tongue along the seam of Langa's lips, Langa opens his mouth with a low growl and meets it with his own.
They trade deep kisses laced with lust as Langa brushes his dick against Reki's ass, finding his slick entrance again. Reki whines and tilts his hips so that Langa can press the tip against his hole more easily, and slowly ease his way past the tight ring of muscle.
The heat of Reki's body around the head of his cock makes Langa groan into his mouth - a groan that turns into a desperate growl when Reki's ass flexes around him. Langa almost sees white, the searing want urging him to move. He pushes forward at the same time that he pulls Reki's ass closer, gliding into him in one, smooth thrust. Langa exhales hard through his nose when he bottoms out - the glide is so warm and wet that his mind spins.
A long, drawn-out moan falls from Reki's lips, a sound that will revisit Langa's fantasies for the rest of his life, he's sure of it.
He's inside of Reki. Fully. After months of imagining it, Langa can only state that none of his fantasies ever came close to what it truly feels like to have Reki's body around him.
Langa pants against Reki's lips, taking in the desperate look on his face. Langa is doing this; making Reki writhe and moan and cling to him as if his life depends on it. Well, Langa and the heat, probably, but Reki said Langa was the reason for him even going into heat so…
"Please move," Reki whispers.
Langa's arousal flies through the roof. He presses his forehead against Reki's with a low rumble resonating in his chest and digs his fingers into Reki's skin, holding him firmly in place as Langa starts to fuck him.
He pulls back - perhaps a little too quickly because Reki jolts and whines - and pushes back in, slowly and purposefully. The glide is maddening. The feeling of Reki's body giving way as Langa pushes himself inside is the most amazing sensation he has ever felt.
He loses himself to it, pulling back just as quickly again to push forward harder. It punches a moan out of both of them and Langa is gone. He drives into Reki again and again, his breath coming out ragged against Reki's parted lips. He's panting, too, and he's no longer whining, just moaning. His grip around Langa firms and his nails dig into Langa's back, who grunts at the initial pain.
"Langa," Reki groans, his eyes cracking open to meet Langa's gaze. "You feel so good, keep going-" He's cut off by a moan when Langa thrusts into him harder.
"Keep going?" Langa breathes, feeling like he's about to go crazy. "You want me to keep fucking you?"
Reki's eyes widen a smidge and then he keens. "Yes, that's what I want." His nails scrape across Langa's back. "I want you to keep fucking me."
Hearing him say that could've easily been enough to make Langa cum if his legs weren't shaking so bad. Whatever extra strength Reki's heat might have imbued in him isn't enough to keep going like this. Reluctantly, Langa has to slow down.
He's panting rather hard when he loosens his grip around Reki's ass. "Get down." Reki sends him a defiant look - like he's going to protest - so Langa leans closer to breathe in his ear. "I want to take you from behind."
It was apparently the right thing to say because Reki lifts himself enough for Langa's dick to slip out of him (Langa whines, even though he knows it has to happen), and then he unhooks his legs. When he has both his feet on the ground Langa press a heated kiss to his lips before taking a few long steps to the other side of the room and flipping down the cut-up old gym mat resting against it.
It hits the floor with a thump and makes a bunch of dust fly into the air.
Romantic.
Their eyes meet over the mattress and for a second Langa fears that Reki will have changed his mind, but then his golden gaze falls and he stares at Langa's dick as if he hasn't seen anything so fantastic in his entire life.
"Fucking hell," he breathes and looks back up. Three steps are all it takes for him to be back in Langa's space, curling his hands in the front of Langa's jacket and forcefully pulling him into a kiss.
Langa kisses him back, his hands coming up to cradle Reki's face, but he has to drop them again when Reki starts to pull the jacket off him. It gets a little stuck around one of Langa's wrists and Reki tugs on it so harshly that Langa almost thinks it's going to rip. He doesn't care. As soon as he's free from it he grabs Reki around the waist and pulls him closer, flattening one hand against Reki's back and sliding the other down to grope at his ass.
Reki, who's started to unbutton Langa's shirt, seems to give up on that idea. "Whatever," he pants and cups his hands around Langa's face instead. "Just get inside me again." He gives Langa another hard kiss - and then he turns around and drops to his knees on the mattress.
Langa stares with his mouth open in disbelief as Reki leans forward and puts his hands down as well, moves his knees a little further apart, and unabashedly arches his back, making the skirt ride up even higher.
"Holy shit," Langa whispers as he suddenly finds himself watching his own fantasy become reality (though the location isn't exactly what he imagined).
Reki looks back at him over his shoulder. "Come on," he urges.
Langa nods and quickly gets to his knees, reaching out to slide his hand in under the skirt to caress the curve of Reki's ass before he pushes the fabric completely out of the way so he can get a clear view. He lets out a reverent sigh that ends in a whine as awe and desire flow through him.
"Reki - oh, God." He looks up and finds Reki staring back, his face so red that it almost matches his hair. "Reki, you're beautiful. You're everything."
"Jeez, Langa," Reki mutters under his breath.
"You are," Langa emphasizes before turning his attention back to Reki's ass.
He really is perfect. His buttocks are firm with muscle but also soft and round, making it absolutely captivating to dig his fingers into the warm skin, but most of all, Langa's attention falls in between - at the quivering hole covered in slick.
Langa doesn't even think about it first, he just leans forward and drags his tongue over it.
Reki jolts and gasps. "Langa!" He doesn't sound angry or upset, though, and when Langa repeats the motion, Reki lets out a whimpering moan and sinks down on his elbows, exposing himself even more.
Encouraged, Langa keeps licking, lapping up the slick with his tongue and making Reki writhe and pant until Langa wants more - and slips his tongue into Reki's asshole.
Another jolt - a louder moan - and then Reki is begging. "Please, Langa, can you please get back inside of me?"
Langa pulls back enough to say "I am inside of you," and proceeds to fuck Reki with his tongue.
Reki moans again, his legs shaking as Langa pushes back inside. "You know what I mean! This is - ah! - nice, but I need you!"
Langa makes a non-committal sound, not stopping what he is doing. He loves this, loves it far more than he thought he would, but when Reki whines again and hisses his name, Langa pulls back with one last kiss.
Sitting back on his heels, Langa wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he breathes.
"Don't be," Reki pants. "That was amazing, it's just… Just come here!"
Nodding, Langa reaches out again and grabs Reki around the waist as he pushes himself back to his knees. His dick glides against the crack of Reki's ass and Langa breathes out slowly, realizing that he will actually be able to see himself go inside of Reki like this.
"Reki," he whispers as he wraps a hand around himself and guides his dick to Reki's entrance, touching the tip to a bead of slick that's slowly pulsing out of him. "Reki, you're amazing."
A laugh huffs out of Reki. "You're saying that now? While I'm in this position, practically begging you to fuck me? Jeez."
"What? All of this is amazing, too."
Reki sends him a shy little grin over his shoulder. "Yeah, okay, you're right."
"I have nothing against the begging, though."
"Langa!"
Grinning back, Langa presses the tip of his dick to Reki's asshole and slowly starts to push inside.
It feels even better like this. When he doesn't have to focus on keeping Reki secure in his arms Langa can just revel in the sensation of the easy glide back into him. He groans when he bottoms out. Reki moans in tandem and his head sinks down on the mattress.
"Fuck, Langa, you feel…" Reki exhales slowly on a whine. "You feel huge like this."
Langa remains still inside of him. "Is it… too much?"
Reki shakes his head and the red hair fans out across the mattress. "No - I like it. You can move." His visible eye becomes almost challenging. "Don't hold back."
Swallowing hard, Langa nods and grabs Reki's hips firmly. "Okay, I won't."
He still does with the first few thrusts, pushing into Reki slowly and purposefully to make sure he really can take it. Reki's first few moans come as content sighs but they change into something more desperate when Langa starts to drive into him harder.
"Yes," Reki whimpers and Langa throws caution to the wind.
He grabs Reki's hips harder and thrusts into him, deep and fast. The omega - Langa's omega - groans in response, digs the heels of his hands into the mattress, and pushes back against him. It spurs Langa on further and soon he's fucking Reki without inhibition, driving into him harder and faster until he's panting and trembling with pleasure.
It feels fantastic. The sound of Langa's hips meeting Reki's ass is starting to resonate through the room along with Reki's moans and Langa's labored breaths and groans. Reki only seems to get wetter and slick is soon running down Langa's shaft to his legs, not to mention between Reki's thighs. Absently, Langa wonders if this is normal - if it's always this wet to fuck an omega in heat - and decides that he hopes so. He loves the glide and the wet sound that accompanies his every thrust. He loves that Reki is getting this way for him.
Suddenly, Langa feels like he must tell him. "Reki - you're so wet." He thrusts forward harder, making Reki's fists flex on the mattress alongside a broken moan. "I love it. I love this." He's humping into Reki more desperately, his thrusts becoming more erratic as the pleasure builds. "Reki, I love you," Langa whines and drives into him again.
Reki gasps and the next moan gets stuck in his throat. Langa doesn't pause, only distantly aware of what he just said, lost to the sensation of fucking Reki hard and fast.
"Bite me."
Langa's pace stutters. "W-what?"
Reki meets his eyes. "I said bite me."
Had Langa not been so far gone he might've been able to act rationally. Had he not fantasized about it a million times he might have been able to resist. Had he not wanted to claim Reki as his own so badly he might've given it a second thought.
But he doesn't. His eyes are tearing up from stimulation and emotion - and the need to make the omega he loves his - when he grabs Reki's shoulders and pulls him off the mattress. Leaning back a little, Langa presses Reki against his chest and rests his head on Langa's shoulder as he buries his face against Reki's throat. He licks the spot right where his neck connects to the shoulder and realizes that he won't be able to bite the right place like this but it feels so good just to taste him, to keep thrusting into him, that Langa doesn't move him at once. Instead, he secures his grip around Reki's waist with one hand and grabs him around an elbow with the other as he continues to drive into him.
Reki's nails scrape along Langa's thighs, catching a little on the fabric of his uniform. "Bite me," Reki moans, his voice coming out labored and choppy due to Langa fucking him harder again, and then he leans his head forward, revealing the juncture between his neck and back.
"Reki," Langa hisses, and then he's forced to swallow a mouthful of saliva. As quickly as it's gone, new spit pools in his mouth.
He'd rather not drool like a rabid dog but he doesn't want to stop fucking Reki - especially not when pleasurable sparks are starting to run through him, gathering right at the base of his dick.
"Reki," he breathes again. "Reki, I'm going to knot you."
Head whipping around, Reki meets Langa's eyes over his shoulder. "Really?"
Breathing hard, Langa keeps thrusting into him and nods. "Yeah, it's - AGH!"
His knot swells so quickly that he tries to pull back one time too many, only to find that he's stuck. He's about to cum and his eyes are starting to roll back into his head just as Reki sends him another wide-eyed look and emits a moan that is almost a scream - before he once again turns around to expose the tantalizing spot at the base of his neck.
Langa surges forward and sinks his teeth into Reki's skin with a growl. Reki screams for real. Langa sees white and cums.
His dick throbs over and over again as it empties itself into Reki. Waves of mind-blowing pleasure roll through Langa's body and a loud, overwhelmed groan fights its way up his throat. The groan turns into a muffled scream against Reki's skin as Langa's teeth are still buried in his neck.
Langa will never let go. At least it feels that way in the moment. He'll never let Reki go.
He breathes so hard that his chest hurts when it's over. It's a strange feeling, to start to come down from the high caused by biting and knotting an omega for the first time. It doesn't quite feel real - as if what just happened was just a glimpse into a different universe. Langa is still a little dazed when he finally lets up the bite to be able to pant through his mouth, barely aware of the strings of saliva that are still connected to Reki's skin and running down Langa's chin. He's too occupied by feeling absolutely elevated.
He leans his head towards Reki and strokes his forehead against him. "You're mine," Langa whispers, still panting. "You're mine."
A broken, wet sound leaves Reki.
"Reki?" Langa lifts his head to try and look at him, leaning back to once again rest Reki against his chest. "Reki, are you okay?"
Reki nods weakly but just as he does another sob slips out of him. Langa winds his arms around him and nuzzles into his neck, feeling as if he's about to start sobbing, too.
He licks the spot where he bit Reki. "Did I hurt you?"
Reki shakes his head and swallows hard. "No. No, you didn't." He sniffles and leans into Langa, putting a hand on one of the arms that Langa has around him. "It was just… a lot."
Langa nods and carefully strokes his forehead against Reki again. It was a lot.
"But… What, uhm." Reki lets out a shivering breath. "What made me, uh, cry… were you calling me yours."
Langa flattens one hand against Reki's stomach and slides it up to his chest, pressing their bodies closer together. "You are mine."
Reki looks up at him with wet eyes. They look like amber.
"My beautiful omega," Langa whispers and Reki's face scrunches up as a few tears start slipping down his cheeks.
He starts to twist around but has to pause so they can free Langa's dick carefully, and then Reki grabs Langa's face and kisses him through the tears. He's shaking, and when Langa puts a hand on his thigh it's met with something sticky. That's not very surprising but his gaze still snaps to it. With widening eyes he takes in the state of everything - of the mattress, of his own clothes, but mainly of Reki.
His legs and the mattress beneath him are covered in slick and cum and he's trembling all over. He presses his face to Langa's neck and his wet eyelashes brush against Langa's skin just as one of Reki's tears runs down into the collar of his shirt. Langa swallows hard. Looking down, he can see the bite glowering red at the base of Reki's neck.
Holy shit. Langa did this to him?
It's with a very confusing and quite scary mix of regret and pride that Langa slumps in place, pressing Reki closer to himself.
Langa had fucked him so hard. Had knotted him with barely any warning. Had bitten him. He had bitten Reki! Oh, fuck, their parents are going to kill him!
"Oh, my God," Langa whispers. "Reki… Reki, I'm sorry."
Reki goes very still against him. "What?"
"I'm sorry," Langa repeats, not sure what else to say. "I shouldn't have bitten you - I'm so sorry."
Reki leans back with a small sigh and looks at Langa with that expression he gets when he's about to call Langa a dummy. It eases into something softer and more sympathetic when he sees Langa's face, though.
"Langa," he says and reaches up to caress Langa's cheek. "Don't be sorry about that. I said I wanted it."
"Yeah, but… you were in heat, what if-"
"Langa - it's not like in the movies," Reki says, a little sharply. "It's not like omegas lose their mind completely over any alpha that shows interest when we're in heat."
Langa strokes Reki's arm, his gaze dropping to the state Reki is in. "But you're-"
Reki gently places a hand over Langa's mouth and leans in to press their foreheads together. "Hey. Don't do that - don't take on some sort of blame or responsibility as if it's all yours. We were two about this."
Langa tries to calm his racing heart and tamp down the guilt but it's hard. "I just… I've… I've wanted you for so long. I acted… I didn't mean to get so forceful, or hurt you, or bite you-"
"You didn't do anything to me, Langa," Reki says and strokes Langa's cheek again, smiling slightly. "If anything you did something for me. With me." He digs his teeth into his lower lip, looking like he's thinking about something. "I was excited. I… I was hoping for something like this." He makes a little grimace. "Well, perhaps not all of this - I didn't expect to go into heat, and get bitten, like, today, but…" He licks his lips and looks at Langa with shining eyes. "I've always wanted it to be you."
He said something similar earlier but the "always" still throws Langa for a loop. "You, you have?"
Reki nods. "Yeah. I even tried to hide my smell and everything so no other alpha would have a reason to get interested, waiting for you to show any type of sign that I might have a chance." He grins. "Like a sucker."
"That's why… why you always wear so many layers?"
"Yeah, among other things. I figured since you're the only alpha that ever gets really close to me, that you'd still-"
"I did," Langa says. "I felt your scent. I always wished I could get more, though."
Reki bats him on the shoulder lightly. "See, how the fuck did I miss that? How have you been feeling this way and not shown anything?"
Langa blinks a few times. "You… You really had no idea?"
"No!" Reki exclaims, pinching Langa's cheek. "No, I had no idea! Not until you… Until you suddenly seemed interested in, uh…" His voice drops. "...the uniform."
Langa curls a fist into the skirt and leans a little closer to Reki. "You really did this for me?"
"Yeah, you airhead, why else?" Reki says through a light chuckle. "You never showed any other type of interest so… When you finally did I figured it was, like, my chance." He laughs a little. "It was, um, a lot more effective than I expected."
Langa swallows around the lump of emotions that are gathering in his throat. "I was already yours, though. I've been yours since we met."
Reki swallows, too, and his eyes go wide as he strokes Langa's cheek again, looking a little awe-struck. "My alpha."
Langa shivers and starts to purr deep in his chest, moving even closer to Reki and nuzzling his face into his neck. "My omega," he whispers, making Reki tremble and purr in response.
"I'm yours."