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Yuuki doesn’t know what the big fuss was about with pheromones. Being a Beta meant that he never fully understood why it was a big deal, seeing as Betas can’t produce or even smell pheromones, so he never envied those who could. Having your senses assaulted by unwanted scents honestly seemed like a huge hassle for him.
There was a time when he was younger. Little Yuuki was accompanying his mother at a perfume store. The moment they entered, he was instantly hit with a whiff of several different fragrances. Just a few minutes in the store had him nauseous to the point he had to run out in fear he would puke.
Needless to say, Yuuki doesn’t think he’s missing out.
Well, that statement would still stand true if it weren’t for Matsuo.
“Uh, Yuuki…” Matsu-san’s voice is so calming, Yuuki flutters his eyes close and buries his face further into Matsuo’s neck. Nuzzling his nose on the skin, he inhales deeply.
The fragrance of the soft fabric conditioner on his clothes; the scent of the cattail soap and shampoo. Yuuki wants to bask in it a little longer as he presses his face against Matsuo a little harder.
Until hands on his shoulders gently push him back a bit.
A whine almost escapes his lips when Matsuo’s voice brings him back to the present. “Yuuki? What are you doing…?”
Yuuki’s eyes snap open, and he comes to the very swift realization at how precarious their current position is. Straddling atop Matsuo’s lap with his arms wrapped around his neck, Yuuki flushes red and, in an attempt to hide his embarrassed expression, buries his face back into Matsuo’s neck.
Now they’re back to their original position once again—nuzzling into his neck, Yuuki tucks under Matsuo’s chin while Matsuo is having an internal panic of what to do with his hands before settling them wrapped around Yuuki’s waist. And as comfortable as it is in each other’s arms, they still need to talk about it.
“Yuuki, are you… trying to scent?” Matsuo asks gently.
His voice brushes against Yuuki’s ear, making him shiver. It’s too embarrassing to admit it out loud, so Yuuki nods his head instead.
“Can you tell me… why?” Now that’s a harder question to answer without words. Still, even if he’s mortified beyond belief, the two of them promise to talk things through to avoid misunderstandings.
With a sigh of breath he didn’t know he was holding, Yuuki moves his head from Matsuo’s. His eyes dart around, clearly avoiding direct eye contact. “I can’t smell pheromones, and you can’t make them, so I thought that maybe…”
“…Matsu-san’s natural scent could rub onto me instead.” Yuuki can feel his face burn; he must look bright red like a tomato.
“I want to know what it feels like to have Matsu-san’s scent all over me.” Yuuki feels tears prick his eyes—it doesn’t look like he even realizes it—his voice becoming softer with each word. “To breathe the air and still smell Matsu-san around me.”
“So, that’s why…” Yuuki trails off when, cupping Yuuki’s face with both his hands, Matsuo wipes his tears with his thumb—movements so gentle yet firm in reassuring him.
The look on his face is so tender, so warm, Yuuki almost couldn't believe this expression is reserved for only him. The conversation with Masaki had resurfaced, and he is reminded once again how Matsuo always looks at him like that.
Yuuki places his hands atop Matsuo’s. He turns his head towards his left and kisses the hand caressing his cheek before turning to his right and nuzzles the other hand. Braving a glance, his eyes flicker up, but Matsuo interrupts him with a sudden, tight embrace.
“You’re driving me insane, Yuuki,” Matsuo mumbles before flipping their positions and pinning Yuuki underneath him. “I think we can make your wishes happen.”
Perhaps he unleashed something. “Matsu-san—” Yuuki barely finishes a word when familiar lips suddenly find themselves pressed comfortably against his own.
He wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him closer and closer, almost desperately yearning for more. There is desire in both of their eyes, and their hands hungrily move, wandering across each other.
And as they pull away, Yuuki has to swallow when Matsuo stares at him like a starving wolf with its prey right where it wanted it.
“Sorry! I completely overslept!” Yuuki bows his head, face flushed with sweat like he had to run all the way here.
Masaki doesn’t mind, but he is worried that Yuuki overexerted himself. “Don’t worry, Yuuki-kun. We’re glad you could still make it,” he tries to reassure.
Yuuki rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “I still feel bad…”
As they move from the foyer and into the living room, Masaki notices something on Yuuki. It was a familiar scent clinging to him.
“Say, Yuuki-kun. You kind of sme—” Masaki isn’t able to finish as he gets interrupted. “Ah! Yukku!”
Hikari and Michiru scramble towards them, smiling widely when they see Yuuki. Seeing the kids, Yuuki can’t help but be healed by their radiance. Suddenly, the rush of the morning calms down.
Yuuki crouches down to their eye level. “Nice to see you again, Hikarin, Michirun.” He gives the two a pat on the head. “Sorry for being late. I overslept.”
Mochizuki joins them with Hinata in his arms, tilting his head curiously at the scene. “What’s happening?” He and Masaki share a knowing glance before looking towards Yuuki.
Yuuki isn’t completely oblivious to the stares he’s receiving; he especially worries about the stares Hikari and Michiru were giving him—one of confusion. Yuuki wonders if the two were actually mad he was late.
There is a tug on his sleeve. “Yukku, smell diffewent,” Michiru says.
Hikari jumps in after, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah! Smell, diffewent! Hi-kun not know was Yukku at fiwst!”
Suddenly, Yuuki is concerned for a different reason. “Huh? Do I smell bad?” He mutters in a panicked voice, sniffing himself in search of any foul odors. He is startled to a halt when Michiru all of a sudden tackles him with a hug, nuzzling his face into Yuuki’s stomach.
“Hi-kun wants to do it too!” Hikari giggles as he hugs and nuzzles his face onto Yuuki’s arm.
“Eh??” Yuuki freezes, unsure of what to make of the situation. He frantically whips his head, “Masaki-san… Oto-san…” he whimpers a cry for help. But instead, he meets the two a foot away from him, just as entranced as the kids are at him.
“Yuuki-kun, did Matsu-san scent you?” Masaki asked with an almost teasing smile. Mochizuki nods in agreement, remarking, “You smell so much like him, we thought he was the one who entered instead of you.”
“Smelling Matsu-san on you must have made Hikari and Michi want to do it too.” Masaki kneels down and scoops Hikari in his arms, the little boy whining that he “wants Yukku smell wike Hi-kun too” .
An apology is already on his tongue, but Masaki holds it back when he sees the expression on Yuuki’s face. He had expected that Yuuki would be embarrassed, except Yuuki’s face lit up with absolute joy.
“Really…!” A radiance, almost blinding the two parents, emits from Yuuki. The wide grin on his face made Yuuki sparkle up like stars.
As Masaki and Mochizuki stand still in stunned awe, Hinata babbles softly as she reaches out to Yuuki from Mochizuki’s arms. She pats Yuuki on the cheek before rubbing her face against his while giggling.
Yuuki takes Hinata from Mochizuki. “Hinahina too…?!”
The next minute or so is spent prying the children off Yuuki. And despite the clinginess of the kids, Yuuki finds himself comforted by the whole situation.
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“It feels so childish being jealous of the kids,” Matsuo mumbles as he holds Yuuki close by the waist. The childish side of Matsuo brought on by the kids makes Yuuki giddy.
Pressing their foreheads together, Yuuki wraps his arms around Matsuo’s neck. “You know I only want you, Matsu-san.”
Yuuki then moves his head to the side, giving Matsuo full access to his neck. “Here, scent me again.”
Matsuo’s grasp on Yuuki tightens. He refrains from moving closer lest his sanity breaks from Yuuki’s unintentionally sensual suggestions. “…If we do that here, I won’t be able to hold myself back.”
The pout that appears on Yuuki’s face at the refusal makes Matsuo want to kiss it away, but the setting is not very appropriate at the moment.
And as if on cue, “You better not try anything funny back there!” Hiromu shouts from the other room. The remark makes Matsuo shake his head. With how lovey-dovey Hiromu and Masaki are with each other in front of them, shouldn’t he be saying that?
“Like you're one to talk!” Matsuo replies back, but Hiromu is quick to retort. “I can talk! This is my house! I can do whatever I want in my own home!”
Matsuo sighs, letting his head rest on Yuuki’s shoulder, as he grumbles to himself. He really wishes they were somewhere else alone together. Yuuki attempts to comfort him by patting his head, which does work.
“You know…” Yuuki starts playing with Matsuo’s hair. “I was really happy when I smelled you on me, but I was worried that it was all in my head.”
Matsuo turns his head to look at Yuuki. His brows furrow and his mouth is ready to reassure, but Yuuki silences him with a finger to his lips—shushing him wordlessly.
“When Masaki-san, Oto-san, and the kids all said I smelt like you, I got really excited and relieved at the same time.” Yuuki’s smile widens, and Matsuo is blessed with the sight of a chuckling Yuuki. “I wasn’t imagining it!”
The pure joy on Yuuki’s face makes Matsuo fall in love with him all over again.
Yuuki pulls back from their intimate embrace for a moment. “Do you want to sleep over at my place this time?” And without a second's hesitation, Matsuo responds, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Though, Yuuki seems to have other plans. Matsuo startles when Yuuki grabs onto his arms all of a sudden. “This time, it’s your turn now!”
“Huh?”
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“Yuuki…” Matsuo breathes his name, his hands clenching onto the bed’s sheets so firmly. His eyes take their sweet time soaking in Yuuki’s appearance. Straddling on top of him, Yuuki slowly pushes Matsuo down onto his bed.
Yuuki’s eyes are dilated, peeking at Matsuo through his eyelashes. “I want Matsu-san to smell like me too.” The soft, gentle tone of his voice doesn’t match the coy smile on his face.
Matsuo can’t help but swallow.
There is no way he can ignore it any longer. Matsuo turns to Hiromu, who had been giving him weird glances. “What is it?” he asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the other.
“You smell like Yuuki-kun.” Hiromu doesn’t beat around the bush once asked, which causes Matsuo to sputter. “I-I do?”
A playful smirk forms on Hiromu’s face. “Pervert—” “Oh, shut it!”
The entire office had something to say about the new scent on Matsuo. But despite the constant comments, Matsuo understands what Yuuki meant.
This is nice. The only unfortunate thing is it washes away too quickly.
It’s a good thing they can always scent each other again.