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“Suo? Can you help me?”
Sakura’s voice is weak, labored. He’s running a fever, his face flushed and his skin hot to the touch everywhere, everywhere . Suo observes, then his nose picks up a curious scent that wasn’t there before. It must be strong, otherwise Suo wouldn’t have been able to smell it. The realisation hit him like a sack of bricks.
Sakura is in heat. Sakura is an omega.
Sakura, his lover of just a few months, who has never showed any hint of weakness, let alone any sign that he was an omega, is clutching futilely at the front of Suo’s changshan, knees nearly buckling from the symptoms of his biology.
Suo’s stomach drops.
Second gender confidentiality is strict, for the protection of the fairer sex, and to prevent discrimination. Even for a school like Furin, run down as it looks, everyone maintains the status quo and wears scent blocking patches on top of taking low dose suppressants. Speculation and discussion still run amok amongst the student body of course, with people being designated a second gender for entertainment, mostly.
Sakura was deemed alpha, with his fiery temperament and superior fighting skills. His frame was on the smaller end, but it’s not unheard of. Umemiya was of course deemed an alpha, and he’s basically almost come out as one too, during the fight against Noroshi in their first year, whereby the adrenaline and stress on his body had blown off the scent blocking patch on his glands, blasting his cool wooden scent across the whole school. Even with senses dulled, people could tell what he was.
Nirei, a beta. Kiryu, beta. Tsugeura, likely an alpha or beta due to his physique. Sugishita…probably an alpha. Suo is definitely alpha. As Takanashi points at each person in class, casually rattling off his predictions, Sakura had huffed, telling them this is stupid, it doesn’t fucking matter what you are. Most of his friend group agree with him and the matter is put to rest.
Right now, Suo wishes he had known. Wishes he could be prepared.
“Suo…?”
Sakura’s legs finally give out, Suo catching him before he can crumble into a heap on the tatami floor of his bedroom. Sakura had been missing from school for three days at that point, and even though he had reassured Suo over text that he was just ‘fighting a cold’, he had strictly forbade Suo from coming over to see him. Didn’t want to pass him the bug. Or something.
But three days absent is too much, and worst of all, Suo feels like it is his duty as Sakura’s boyfriend to take care of him. This is how he finds himself in Sakura’s apartment, supplies for battling a cold forgotten on the kitchen counter. Sakura is a bundle of limbs in his arms, skin wet with sweat, body tense with unspoken pain.
“Of course I will help you, Sakura-kun,” he says finally, his usually melodious voice strained. He wipes off some sweat from Sakura’s brow, and the other boy chases the cooling sensation of Suo’s palm, keening. “I’ll try to, but I’m not sure if I,” he pauses, uncharacteristically sighing, frustration coloring his tone, “I’m not sure if I can. ”
What?
“Where are your suppressants, Sakura-kun? Hm? Have you taken them?”
Sakura shakes his head in response, “they ‘ont work on me, my heats are, they’re, they’re irregular.” I’m faulty. A freak omega.
What does Suo mean ‘if he can’? Sakura’s bleary eyes and heat muddled mind cannot keep up. He frowns. Is Suo going to leave him? He said he liked him. He-he said he loved him. Was Sakura not good enough? Is it because, is it because Sakura was an omega? A bad omega? Because he lied to Suo? And now he doesn’t want him anymore- “ ‘m sorry,” he hiccups, “sorry I’m, omega. Suo, don’t, don’t go.”
Suo gathers the boy in his arms, holding him tightly to his chest, despite being burned by the scorching heat at each contact. He can smell Sakura a bit more like this, nose pressed to the juncture of Sakura’s neck and shoulder, right up against his scent glands and yet, only a faint scent of citrus and fruit.
“No, of course not, I’m not going anywhere, I won’t leave you,” Suo hushes him, pressing kisses to Sakura’s jaw aimlessly, futilely. So useless, what was the point of being so strong and powerful, when his gender cannot even help relieve the one he loves. “Sakura-kun,” Suo pulls back to make sure he’s making eye contact with the hazy omega, “I’m a beta.”
A beta with extremely low sensitivity to scents too, lower than average. He’s never been bothered by anybody’s unwanted scent, and like other betas, he’s lived his life fairly peacefully. With his body composition, Suo does not even require taking suppressants to dull the scents of others that leak out throughout the day, nor require using a scent blocking patch, since his own scent, he’s been told smells like a mild, bitter tea, is so weak, that it was only detected at his physical exams. He still wears one, just for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Sakura’s brows furrow even deeper, confusion added onto the heat addled pain, “so? You won’t, you won’t t-touch me?”
Suo’s expression is pained, the delirium from heat must be compromising Sakura’s thinking. He cradles Sakura’s face in his hands, pressing another kiss to his forehead, “no, Sakura-kun, that means my touch isn’t going to be enough to help you. I’m a beta, Sakura-kun, just a beta.”
The young omega falls silent then, his labored panting the only sign that he’s trying so hard to understand Suo’s words. He’s trying, he really is, but fuck he feels so hot and awful everywhere, especially there , but why won’t his mate touch him . His lips start wobbling again. He hates crying, hates it when he’s made to endure heats on his own, has been doing that since he came of age, when the tears are nonstop and frustrating and painful.
Maybe they’re right. All those people from his past, who said all those mean things to him. Maybe he’s just a stupid omega, defective too. Stupid, defective omega that nobody wants. No, no no no, he’s been through this. He wasn’t weak anymore. He swore he would be strong and he would fight those people and they were wrong about him and he didn’t care what they thought of him, it didn’t matter.
But Suo, he cared about what Suo thought of him. And suddenly, all of the strong walls he built up around his heart start cracking and crumbling. He’s choking on his sobs, how pathetic. Suo is rubbing circles in his back, and it feels good, he wants Suo to keep doing it, but instead he’s saying something, voice trembling.
“Sakura-kun,” Suo swallows thickly, “I’ll help you. Aside from Umemiya-san, I think I know one other alpha, for sure. I’ll help you today, and then I’ll figure something out, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
Umemiya? Alpha? What is he talking about? But before Sakura can process further, he’s scooped up and promptly placed in his futon, where his nest is supposed to be. It’s poorly made, and a sudden panic rushes through him at being seen, it’s dread in the pit of his stomach and sharp shame.
Suo thankfully doesn’t say anything. He notices a few things amongst the mess, that he had gifted Sakura in the past, purely in passing. A handkerchief, to clean off sweat and blood after a fight. Suo’s mysteriously disappeared ball point pen. An unopened can of black coffee he had gifted Sakura after patrols three days ago, when he last saw him. That’s it. With the way Suo had minimal scent, these items probably barely help at all.
This frustrates him, he’s angry and self blaming. For not knowing Sakura was an omega, for failing to provide for Sakura’s nest, something so crucial and essential for an omega in heat.
Sakura’s already heat flushed skin, flushes even more from the embarrassment. Stupid omega, can’t even make a proper nest. Now his alpha won’t...alpha? He doesn’t have one…? A blankness fills his brain, confusion and disorientation. Throughout all this, Suo is kissing hotly up his chest and neck, his shirt and shorts already pulled off to one side, and it feels so good, that the steady flow of slick increases under him, causing him to whine and whimper in shame.
“Sakura-kun,” hazily, he looks up at his boyfriend, and Suo’s face looks pinker than usual, sweat beading on his forehead. He looks so handsome, it causes Sakura to mewl. “I’m going to touch you now, okay? Push me away, if you don’t feel good, okay?”
There’s no way he’s going to do that, Sakura thinks, then suddenly he’s yelping out loud, at the touch of Suo’s long, cool fingers, around his hot, aching cock. The pressure is released almost instantly, with one downward stroke and firm grip, Sakura is coming all over his own belly. But it’s not enough, Suo seems to know, because his hand doesn’t stop pumping. He draws out two more orgasms from Sakura, his whole body writhing and shivering from the stimulation, and yet the pain only eases just a little bit. The dull aching in his core is making itself more known, the longer he tries to ignore it.
“S-suo,” Sakura finally says, begs, “please, please?” Unable to even form the words for what he’s asking for, unsure, even. His fingers clench in the front of Suo’s shirt, tugging weakly, eyes shining.
“Hush,” Suo says, his brow pinched tightly, moving his hand to slide through the thick, wet mess in Sakura’s backside, “I’ll take care of you.”
-
Suo works two, then three fingers inside Sakura’s hole, wetness practically gushing out from the stimulation. He gathers that Sakura had already come twice in the past ten minutes of him fingering the omega open, judging from the tightening and fluttering of his inner walls. He listens carefully to the sounds Sakura makes, vigilant for any signs of discomfort at any point, and finds none. The poor thing is nearly delirious from heat, his mouth hanging open cutely, pink tongue sticking out. He’s whining and crying and begging for it, hips pushing back against the force of Suo’s hand.
It’s all too much for the beta, and yet he endures. There is a near zero chance that this will wrap up with just one fuck, so he has to conserve his stamina to ride it out.
Sakura moans, devolving into a pained whimper as he comes, yet again, painting his stomach with another pool of white. His body tenses and shivers, swears that he’s reaching a fever point and needs. Sakura reaches boldly this time towards the front of Suo’s loose pants, scalded by the heat he feels. He chews on his bottom lip, still managing to look shy as he peers up through his wet lashes, “Suo, won’t you, won’t you f-fuck me?”
Meditation is a skill that Suo has mastered to a fine art. He shuts his eye, breathing deeply while attempting to clear his mind. Patience and endurance, he has to play the long game. When he opens his eye again, he smiles down at Sakura, comfortingly. “Soon,” he says.
Then he pushes the boy to lie on his belly, pulls his hips up so he’s kneeling, and with his slippery right hand that was just knuckles deep, he pulls open Sakura’s hole and buries his face in it.
Sakura nearly chokes on a scream, feeling Suo’s tongue dig insistently inside, and it’s hot, soft and fleshy, a contrast to the feeling of Suo’s long, cool fingers before. And then there’s the sound of it, sloppy and wet, slurping sounds that cause the flush on Sakura’s face, all the way down his chest, turn another shade darker. Suo is drinking him in greedily, pressing his nose in close, the leather material of his eyepatch, undoubtedly ruined now, scratches weirdly on Sakura’s skin. Sakura’s legs are jelly, held up only by Suo’s hold on his ass. He feels another orgasm rip through his body, shooting strips of cum onto his already soiled bedsheets.
Soon? And yet, he thinks hazily, when is soon? Why can’t Suo fuck him now? He’s feeling that itch, deep inside that Suo’s long fingers nor talented tongue has reached, so empty. But he cannot ask that of Suo, he cannot be so selfish. He has to be good.
“Don’t cry, Sakura-kun,” comes Suo’s soothing, low tone. Oh. He’s been crying, but now he’s actively sobbing, chest heaving in hiccups. So stupid. “You’re not, silly,” Suo coos at him saying the last part out unconsciously, turning him over and wiping his sloppy face clean, as clean as he can, with the sleeve of his shirt. Then he’s kissing Sakura, open mouthed and hotly, silencing his loud sobs. “I’ve got you.”
He unceremoniously pulls down his pants then, just enough to free himself, lifts Sakura’s knees onto his shoulders, smiles and kisses away the tear tracks on Sakura’s face, and plunges in to the hilt. Suo waits, as Sakura keens, back arching prettily, gasping on his nth release of the night, just from being speared on his cock.
Suo rubs soothing little circles on the dips of Sakura’s hipbones, taking controlled, stuttering breaths. Once Sakura’s shaking calms down a little, he starts moving, fast and heady, as deep as he can, as deep as he knows Sakura is aching for. His eye focuses on the vision in front of him, Sakura getting fucked within an inch of his life, and yet the words falling from his omega’s lips are filthy pleas of his name, and deeper, more, Suo please, Suo.
Combined with the blissful feeling of Sakura’s insides clenching down on him, wet, vice-like, hot suction, Suo is close to exploding almost immediately. He is nothing if not willful, however, and he’s going to make it count. His omega seems to get even wetter, the lewd skin slapping sounds echo in Sakura’s sparsely decorated apartment, and Sakura comes again, cock leaking like a faucet.
“Gonna, gonna…again!” Sakura manages between panting breaths, clamping hard down and milking Suo for all he’s worth. Suo, to his credit, had conserved his strength for this moment, fucks Sakura to match the way he’s asking for it, harder and deeper, until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Still, his hair stays mostly in place, although sweat soaked along his hairline, his skin relatively flushed. The obvious signs of depravity being his ruined changshan sleeve from wiping off his slick covered mouth, and his deep, dilated pupil. Suo soon feels himself reaching his end, and he tells Sakura as much.
“Sakura-kun, I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want,” he apologises, genuine regret coloring his strained voice. Confused, and fucked out, Sakura looks up at him, drooling messily. Suo smiles, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to his omega’s open mouth, “sorry I can’t knot you, I know you’re aching for one,” he says patiently against Sakura’s chin, while pressing the pads of two fingers against Sakura’s slippery hole.
He stills all movement to focus on stretching Sakura, pushing them in alongside his cock, laser focused on the hitch in Sakura’s breath, the little ah, ah s as he inches in to every knuckle until Sakura is stretched out to the width of two extra digits. It’s a poor imitation of an alpha’s knot, but Suo has to get creative. Somehow, he thinks Sakura could take more, a bigger cock and and an even bigger knot. He swallows down a self deprecating chuckle, choosing to focus on how prettily his omega’s lashes are shivering from the stretch.
“Are you good, Sakura-kun?” Suo asks, and gets no response. He presses in closer, Sakura can almost feel him in his throat now, “I asked, are you good, omega?”
Sakura nods, mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. It’s good enough for Suo. He starts pumping his hips again, keeping his fingers plugged deep. Sakura almost shouts at the new feeling, a rush of renewed wetness leaks out to ease the slide. His moans rise in volume until it’s cut off, strips of cum shooting across his chest, reaching the underside of his chin. His body tightens up, squeezing down hard and sends Suo over the edge with a loud gasp, sucking air through clenched teeth.
Suo rocks his hips a couple more times, before pulling first his fingers out then his spent cock, and lowering Sakura’s legs. Sakura does a full body shiver at the sensation, hole clenching around nothing post orgasm. The heat sticking to his skin seems to have alleviated just slightly for the time being, as he lies there on his side trying to catch his breath.
Suo gets water from the kitchenette, sitting Sakura up and coaxes him to drink mouthfuls of it. He doesn’t try too hard to clean Sakura up since there isn’t much point to it, but he does unbutton his ruined, sweat soaked changshan and takes it off, tossing it near Sakura’s head to add to his nest. It’s a wonder to watch Sakura gradually pick up the scent, holding the piece of clothing close and breathing him in. It must still be faint, but it’s better than nothing.
“Sakura-kun,” Suo catches his attention, “are you feeling more clear headed? Can we talk?”
With his mind less hazy, Sakura tries to recall the conversation they were sort of having earlier, pursing his lips when he remembers. Mentions of an alpha, to help him, to ‘take care’ of him.
Sakura nods his head, lips pulled into a thin line, averting his eyes. Is he mad? Suo won’t be so mad that he leaves us, would he? No, he gave us his shirt. It smells like him. He wouldn’t. Bravely, Sakura looks up to meet Suo’s gaze, and he’s surprised by what he sees.
“There you are,” Suo is smiling, adoringly, endlessly patient at him, “my pretty omega.”
Sakura’s omega keens at the possessive pet name, he even feels a surge of wetness leak from him, cheeks heating up again. “Are you angry at me?”
“I’m not angry,” he replies smoothly, cupping Sakura’s face with one hand, “but I am concerned, Sakura-kun. And upset. You have been enduring these heats by yourself? Alone?”
Sakura holds Suo’s hand, nuzzling his cheek into his palm. He nods again. “They’re not too bad.” He earns a mean scoff from the beta. Mean, even for Suo.
“I doubt it,” Suo says, thumb caressing Sakura’s skin, watching his omega all but purr at the touch. He frowns then, recalling the past year they’ve known each other.
There had been a handful of times when Sakura had been so sick he had skipped school and patrol. Once every couple of months. At the time, they were just classmates, and after the very first time Suo and Nirei had visited his home, he had since strictly warned them to never come around without prior notice, had made them swear it on their friendship.
How had he been so blind? Though Sakura never failed to show up in class after the average of three days battling his ‘cold’, good as if he were never ill in the first place. It was never a cause for real concern. Sakura was just always so strong and so dependable.
Sensing the inevitable question and conclusion Suo would reach, Sakura sighed and offered up the truth himself. “The suppressants, I just take a shit load of them. They work for a while, toning down the symptoms until they’re bearable for a few days. Then I’m good.” Sakura gulps, lips twisting like it was physically paining him to admit, “but they’re expensive. A-and I can’t keep affording the good ones. And my heats are fucked up too, like they’re already irregular so, I dunno, maybe my freak of nature biology decided to give up.”
Because this time was bad . It had felt like the past year of maturing as an omega was a trial run, and his body finally deemed enough was enough. All the low quality suppressants and stress built up till it one day struck Sakura in the dead of night, turning his skin scalding hot and his core twisted unbelievably tight. He had been delirious from fever when he heard Suo’s voice outside his door and let him in. Somewhere between Suo kissing him and Suo finger fucking him open, Sakura had realized that he wasn’t fantasizing about Suo, that Suo was actually here with him.
He had been mortified, partially. But the pulsing, painful symptoms and Suo’s gentle touch and pained expressions were too much to bear. Sakura had given in to every omegan instinct then, just to make it past the first hill.
Suo looks at him, his face measured and unreadable now. A strained minute passes before he hooks his hand behind Sakura’s neck and pulls him close so that their foreheads touch.
“Don’t do that again. I’ll get you your medicine. You come to me for your heats, understood?”
Sakura murmurs a quiet yes. He feels his eyes stinging, but he refuses to cry. He’s done enough of that tonight. But there was still something…something Suo had brought up.
After an uncomfortably long pause, Suo speaks again, “I have a suggestion, but I need to hear your thoughts. Do you feel better after we fucked?”
This sends Sakura into a sputtering fit, his face flaming yet again. Suo can’t help his grin. Eventually, Sakura does nod his assent.
“Sakura-kun, I know that not all omegas require an alpha’s knot to feel satiated. Nowadays, omega-omega or beta-omega couples are getting more common. But earlier,” Suo pauses here, running his fingers through his hair in a rare show of frustration, “you were begging for it.”
Suo had expected the confusion on Sakura’s face. His suspicions were confirmed. Sakura didn’t know what he was saying. With a defeated look, he adds, “you were begging to be knotted. And I kept telling you that I’m a beta, just a beta. Sakura-kun, I’m sorry.”
Sakura’s blood runs cold then. How could he have said something so cruel to the one person who would fight the whole world for him. His mouth dries up and his mind spirals. What if this is what breaks Suo, what if he decides he cannot deal with a faulty, broken, selfish omega like Sakura. Suo wouldn’t…he wouldn’t…
“Hey hey, you’re saying all that out loud again,” Suo’s voice centers him, guides him back to where he is in the now. As always. “Sakura-kun, I’m not angry, I’m not going to leave,” he soothes, his voice smooth and melodious. He says slowly, “I love you.”
Sakura’s breath hitches, his eyes sting, hard.
“I love you, and I want to take care of you,” he continues, carefully and hesitantly, “I suggest we add an alpha into our relationship, someone we trust, someone who will be able to take care of you, the way that you need.”
“Hah?!”
“Listen, Sakura-kun,” Suo is almost rambling, like he’s trying to force the words out as quickly as possible, “Umemiya-san is someone we can trust, and I do know that he’s been favourable to you and I know he will probably hear us out and see reason, but I know for a fact that Nire-kun is also an alpha, he has confided in me before. And we know Nire-kun would do anything to help you. And you like him too. I strongly believe they are good candidates-”
“Suo! Are you being for real right now?” Sakura cuts him off, furious, “are you suggesting letting Umemiya and…and Nirei fuck me? What if they bite me! There are easier ways to tell me you’re done with me, Suo-”
“I’m being serious, Sakura-kun,” Suo rarely ever uses this voice, even less so with the people he loves. It’s low, stern and dangerous. If he had been born an alpha, this would be the voice he uses to command genders of weaker will into submission. It even works on Sakura, a little bit, making him chew down on his bottom lip and holding any further protests.
He seems to realise this, releasing a shaky breath at the sight of his cowering omega. All the fight seems to seep out of him then, “if your body needs an alpha’s knot to regulate your heats, then in the interest of maintaining your health, I would do anything.” And he means it. Sakura knows he does. “It’s a suggestion, we can discuss this later. After we see a doctor and get your condition checked out.”
Meaning to say, if a doctor recommends Sakura to get semi-regularly fucked and knotted by an alpha who isn’t his mate, in order to ease his biology, Suo would allow it. It sounded insane, it hurt, but rationally, Sakura knows that it hurt Suo even more. Still, Sakura wants to fight it, fight the stupid logical way Suo had simply suggested the whole thing, had explained it to him word by word like he was having difficulty picturing it. He was, to be fair. I would be there with you, I would hold your hand, I would make sure you’re safe, I would, I would, I’m sorry it can’t be me.
Suo wipes off the sweat that had dried on his skin, his crusty release, changes the sheets and makes him drink more water, eat an energy jelly from the supplies he had brought. Sakura’s skin is still flushed, heat simmering just underneath, but the pain is eased for the moment. Suo himself had showered and switched out his black leather eyepatch to a clean, white medical patch, dampening his scent back down to almost nil, much to Sakura’s dismay. He puts on one of Sakura’s shirts though, this appeases Sakura, even if it fits a bit snugly around his chest and waist. This shirt will likely go unwashed later, and added to his nest. He preens.
Sakura manages a couple of moments of sleep, he thinks, maybe. In reality, only half an hour or so had passed by since Suo had tucked him in with a kiss to his forehead and a promise to be by his side when he wakes up.
He is awoken by terrible shivering, followed by unbearable heat. Sweat beads on his hairline, and he stares into the wall while lying on his side. He knows Suo is in the room with him, but there is no movement. He’s probably asleep, exhausted from what Sakura had put him through. Suo was a beta, with excellent physical strength and stamina, no doubt, but Sakura is plagued by the guilt he feels anyways. He wished he was also a beta. None of this would be an issue if he was a beta. They could live like a normal couple. They could be normal.
Stupid, bad omega. Selfish, greedy, ungrateful. He curls around himself, trying to make himself as small as possible. Tries to ignore the nagging, twisting pain in his gut, his sensitive cock, the slick soaking into the brand new sheets Suo had just changed for him. Sakura tries to keep quiet, but it’s so hard. Why does it hurt so bad?
A hand pulls at his shoulder, turns him onto his back, and Suo is there, quickly kissing his lips, swallowing down his pathetic whimpers. In less than a heartbeat, Suo’s fingers are inside Sakura, two, then three very soon, spreading and stretching him and pressing against his prostate. The kiss turns open mouthed and messy, Suo sucking on Sakura’s tongue and licking into his mouth hungrily. He feels the ache in his gut ease considerably, replaced by the telltale tightening low in his belly, and he’s close, very quickly, hips pushing back on Suo’s long digits.
Close, but he doesn’t want it like this. “In me, Suo I want, inside.” Even like this, debauched and fucked out, Sakura is shy again, blush high on his cheeks, wet lashes framing his murky gold and silver eyes, “don’t want to come from fingers, want you.”
Suo smiles down at him, tells him to be good, and I’m sorry, I still need a while.
“I know you need a knot in you,” Suo says, voice cool, “a big alpha cock, but I’m sorry, baby, I can only open you up like this.”
Baby? That’s new. The endearment does weird things to Sakura, even as he’s slightly peeved by Suo’s teasing tone. “N-no, I don’t-!”
He nearly bites his tongue then, coming suddenly as Suo forces in a fourth finger into his stretched out hole, wet and seemingly getting wetter. Suo fucks him through it, not relenting at all. He teases the rim with the pad of his thumb, musing aloud, his voice honeyed, “an alpha’s knot would be about the size of my fist, don’t you think? Sakura-kun, do you want me to fist you?”
Sakura panics a little, big, fat tears finally rolling down his cheeks. Suo chuckles, using his free hand to smooth out the little furrow in between Sakura’s brow. He apologises, though he thinks that he’s almost there, just shy of his last knuckle before Sakura would be clenching around his whole hand. He files the thought away for further consideration another time.
“S-Suo!” Sakura whines sadly, and Suo takes pity on him. He pulls out his hand, and plugs up Sakura’s hole with his cock a second time that night.
He fucks Sakura from behind this time, watching as the lithe muscles on Sakura’s bare back tense and roll, the sweat dripping down his spine. Vaguely, he wishes he could see Sakura’s face, mouth open and pretty pink tongue sticking out.
Suo slows down, feeling himself barrelling towards the edge too quickly. He thrusts slowly, deeply, until he thinks he feels the head of his cock hit what his sex hazy mind thinks is the entrance to Sakura’s womb. He doesn’t know, of course, but he pointedly hits that spot repeatedly anyways, taking in the high pitched whines that escape Sakura each stroke.
Suddenly, Sakura is clenching and fluttering around him, the omega coming from one particularly deep thrust, spurting all over the futon. Suo groans, picking up his pace to fuck almost violently into the pliant body beneath him, bottoming out when he climaxes.
Sakura comes again, but this time, his mind isn’t as clouded as he realises distinctly when Suo is pulling out, that his beloved had not pumped his release inside, that Suo had wasted his cum inside a condom again.
He turns to stare accusingly at Suo, tears actually welling up as he watches Suo pull off the rubber, tying it and disposing of it methodically. Suo, with the rotten personality that he is, actually smiles knowingly at him.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sakura-kun,” he chastises, “even though the possibility of it taking is close to none, we should still be safe.”
Sakura knows that, hearing him say it out loud makes perfect sense. It’s just, the omega voice in his head is saying otherwise, is telling him that it would feel so good, if Suo had come inside him, had filled him up to the brim, had pumped him full of his hot seed. It would feel so good .
“You do know that the biological need for an omega to want an alpha to knot them, is so that the alpha can keep his cum inside as long as possible, in order to increase the chances of conception. Did you want to be a mommy so badly, Sakura-kun?”
Sakura is so offended he actually kicks him in the chest. Suo captures his foot, chuckling lightly, pressing a kiss to his ankle, “maybe in a few years, hm?”
It sounds like a promise. Sakura feels a stir in his heart, but mostly he feels the renewed yearning in his loins. His eyes get glassy again, as Suo kisses up his calf. The heat returns, quicker this time, but less intense. Sakura clambers into Suo’s lap and starts kissing him feverishly, hips grinding in no uncertain terms as to what he’s asking for.
“Again.”
-
Three more filled condoms later, Suo taps gently on Sakura’s hip, apologetically kisses his cheek and tells him that he’s done for the day. His omega’s face visibly crumples, from disappointment and guilt. Sakura’s still feverish to the touch, still hot and achy. Suo observes the pout forming on his downturned lips, his sagging shoulders, watches as Sakura’s fingers curl and uncurl over the front of his chest, the white shirt material soaked through with sweat and possibly Sakura’s own drool, from when he rode Suo like his life depended on it.
Finally, Sakura nods, almost as apologetic himself and tries to shimmy off of Suo’s lap. With a smile, Suo stops him. He pulls off the shirt, quickly folding it to put it aside, then slides down to lie his head on the pillow below, and pulls Sakura higher up to sit on his chest.
“I’ll eat you out, til you come again and again,” he croons, palms massaging both of Sakura’s muscular thighs straddling him, skin to skin, “my tongue doesn’t get tired as easily.”
“Wha-you don’t have to, that’s fucking embarrassing! Ah!”
Suo is strong, his hands not letting Sakura move back, but instead pulls him forward further, tongue stretched out lewdly. He maneuvers Sakura so that he’s now sitting on his face, both of his palms squeezing Sakura’s asscheeks instead. Sakura is ready to die from shame, spluttering nonsense, but he can’t stop the wetness that practically leaks out of him, mortified and afraid of leaning his weight down on his boyfriend.
He soon loses that struggle as Suo starts eating him out in earnest, drinking him in, and it drives Sakura crazy, into a frenzy and he’s coming in minutes, but Suo doesn’t stop. Distantly Sakura thinks he is begging Suo to stop, Suo pays him no mind, instead guiding Sakura to grind his ass down against his tongue until he comes a second time like this, moaning brokenly. The orgasm rips through his body so strongly that Sakura arches, sitting backwards onto Suo’s chest, thighs trembling. He’s trying to catch his breath when Suo plunges three fingers back into his sloppy hole with one hand, the other pumping the head of his pink cock in tandem until Sakura chokes on a scream.
“No more, S-Suo, I can’t anymore,” he cries, face red and blotchy and so prettily, “I c-can’t.”
“Yes you can, baby,” Suo coos, “just one more, Haruka-kun, you can do it.” And Sakura whimpers pathetically, physically reacting to the pet name and his first name being said in Suo’s sweet, cloying voice.
He wants to be good, needs to be good, wants his mate to praise him and adore him and-
Suo’s tongue comes dangerously close to the tip of Sakura’s cock, outstretched in anticipation. He’s grinning too, teasing the poor thing as he’s doing his best, both hands planted behind him, supporting himself on Suo’s chest. Sakura’s gaze zeroes in on Suo’s tongue, his body coiling tight from being fondled front and back. Suo finally stops teasing and licks a fat stripe up the back of Sakura’s cock and tip and sends him over, squirting clear fluid all over Suo’s face with a staccatoed scream.
Suo had the audacity to chuckle out loud, praising him in an awed, reverent tone. The force from the experience causes Sakura to teeter dangerously backwards and Suo catches him, laying him carefully down flat on his back. Sakura is still trying to recover, seeing spots in his vision and chest heaving, as Suo makes a show of wiping at his face, the white medical eyepatch completely soaked through.
Mild panic plagues Sakura again. That had never happened before! What if Suo hated it? He basically peed on his boyfriend, oh god, Sakura wanted to disappear .
Said boyfriend is pushing his wet fringe back from his face, and settling in between Sakura’s thighs, smiling. He waits five minutes, before he swallows down his omega’s cock, all the way to the base. Sakura sobs, swearing up and down that he’s sensitive and can’t cum anymore, please, please, I’m sorry, Suo.
Suo is on his mean streak, diligently sucking off Sakura despite his pleas and protests. In fact, he feels his own cock kick weakly in interest, ignores it in favor of bringing his lover to another orgasm, hiccuping pitifully as his cock spurts out a few last drops of milky white. Suo swallows it all down hungrily.
“Salty,” Suo croons, embarrassing Sakura even more as he climbs up the length of his torso to be face to face, “but oh so sweet.”
“Shut up, weirdo,” Sakura tries to push him away by his chest. He’s too close after what had just happened, it’s overloading his senses. But Suo presses closer, the crazy bastard, and quite forcefully sticks his tongue into Sakura’s mouth, and it should feel so gross to taste himself, but Sakura feels all the strength leave his limbs, turning into putty under Suo’s ministrations.
From this distance, he could just barely see the outline of Suo’s scar underneath the soaked eyepatch. It’s nothing he’s never seen before, but Suo insists on covering it for his own comfort, so Sakura doesn’t push.
Sakura closes his eyes, trying to even out his breathing while at the same time, taking in as much of Suo’s muted scent as possible. It’s nice- a clean, bitter tea scent, he likes it. His irregular and poorly managed physical condition does make it so that his heats are worse, and he’s more sensitive to scents. But even then, he had never smelled a peep from Suo, not even on the hottest of summer days, or their now annual beach-slash-pool parties. He’d thought that Suo was also chugging suppressants (the good, expensive kind) like he was, in order to hide some bastard second gender bullshit.
Sakura never considered prying, but had dreaded that since they started dating, it would have to come up sooner or later. He’d thought, face flushing at the time, that they would have to talk about mating bonds one day too.
It just so happens that it was sooner.
Suo has been watching him think, a little smile playing on his lips. He then kisses Sakura’s pulse on his neck, and gets up, chuckling when Sakura’s omega reaches out to tug at his wrist, wanting to maintain physical contact as long as possible.
“I’m getting you water, and then I have to strip the towels and lay down dry ones, so you can finally get some rest,” he says matter of factly, “I assume the worst of it has passed. How do you feel?"
After digesting the words and taking a cursory look around him, Sakura finally says, cheeks pink, “good.”
And he is. By the time Suo had come around, he was well into the third day of dealing with his heat symptoms. Usually, with enough suppressants and a copious amount of cheap lube, he’s able to wrap it up and go to school the next day as if he really just had a cold.
Though if Suo hadn’t come over this time, he shudders to think what could’ve happened.
Suo mills about doing exactly what he said, and Sakura is ashamed that in his distress, he had not even noticed the towels that were placed under him before his earlier nap, in an attempt to keep most of the mess at bay. Now with new towels laid down, and after gulping down more water, he truly starts to feel the post-heat wind down hit him.
They have a lot to talk about, but that can wait, he thinks, eyes fluttering shut. Suo has put on yet another one of his shirts and laid back down. His eye is uncovered since he only carried one extra eyepatch with him around daily. In the darkness, Sakura can drop some of his pretenses and snuggle close into Suo’s embrace, nose right under his jaw.
“I’m rethinking my suggestion.”
“What?”
“About letting an alpha fuck you.”
“No shit…” Sakura can’t help how his scent turns sour, lips twisting in annoyance.
“Forgive me, Haruka-kun, at the time it seemed dire.”
Sakura still jerks involuntarily at his name. Even though Suo had asked a while back to start using it, he had said he wanted to take it slow, and wait till Sakura gets used to their relationship. Sakura wants to get used to it.
“Let’s still keep it on the table, and see what the doctor says.”
“I don’t need an alpha,” Sakura bristles and cuts in quickly, his tone harsh and petulant.
“You at least want an alpha knot, during heat.”
“I don’t,” Sakura says through gritted teeth, “I don’t want an alpha,” his fingers fist the front of Suo’s shirt, over his heart, “I only want you.”
He feels Suo still, ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry made you feel that way, ‘ll try not to do it again. I-I can’t promise, yet, but I’ll try. ‘ll stop taking the bad meds. And see the doc.” His voice is so small, he feels small, cornered. “So can ya stop s-saying those things?”
Like you don’t want me anymore.
Sakura curses internally. It’s the remnants of his heat talking, not fully rational. His omega is antsy and fussy. He wishes they had waited till morning to talk so he wouldn’t be trying to stop the tremble in his voice and his stinging eyes. He’s going to end up saying something really fucking stupid if he doesn’t stop soon.
“W-won’t you bite me, Suo?”
Like that.
Silence stretches between them, this time Sakura can feel that Suo goes completely rigid from the shock. He’s done it now. Distantly, he thinks, Suo loves him, right? Sakura has been calling Suo his mate in his head, is it so bad to want it to be real?
“Haruka-kun,” Suo starts slowly, and Sakura’s heart drops into his stomach when he looks up to see Suo’s regretful, pained expression, “I’m sorry.”
The room closes in around Sakura so fast, he’s struggling to breathe, but Suo is on him in seconds, holding his face in his hands, and soothing him.
“I’m sorry, I’m a beta, baby,” he sounds like he himself is the most vexed by this predicament, “my bite won’t do anything at all. It won’t even stay on you.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Sakura spits, “I want it.”
Suo laughs, touching one finger between Sakura’s furrowed bi-colored brows for the second time tonight, tapping gently, “silly omega, let’s talk about this when you’re completely heat-free, hm?”
Now that’s just insulting. Sakura pulls out of Suo’s hold to sink his teeth into where he estimates Suo’s mating gland is, due to how faint his scent is. He bites just hard enough to taste copper, before switching to lapping and sucking a mark in the delicate skin there. Mine. Dimly, he hears Suo suck in a sharp breath upon puncture, but he doesn’t move away. Sakura counts his victories.
Once satisfied, Sakura nuzzles back into the crook of Suo’s neck, and mumbles a small sorry. He isn’t sorry. His ears are flaming red, even in the dark. Suo doesn’t say anything, seemingly lost in thought.
“That’s going to leave a bruise, Haruka-kun,” Suo comments, softly.
“It’s called a hickey, dumbass.”
“A hickey,” Suo chuckles, it sounds a little empty. For something so important like their mating bond to be reduced to a temporary thing like a love mark.
“Yeah, you got a problem with that? I ain’t apologizin’ and I’m gonna do it again and again, if you don’t like it, you can finally fight me, meet me outside and we’ll go.”
And Suo, he is infinitely endeared. How could he have had such radical thoughts of sharing his omega with someone else, and an alpha at that, someone who, purely based on biology, could’ve claimed Sakura. He doesn’t mean to doubt his friends, but hindsight really is 20-20.
He unlatches Sakura from his hold and climbs over him, pressing Sakura’s wrists gently into the futon to keep him in place. Sakura, for his part, is still red in the face from all the embarrassing things he’s had to say, it’s the heat talking , he would say tomorrow.
Suo only searches Sakura’s eyes for confirmation for a few short seconds, before he’s lowering his lips to Sakura’s mating gland, kissing it with care as opposed to what he’s about to do. He hears Sakura’s breath hitch when his teeth grazes the delicate skin, feels the thrumming of his pulse right below. This close, he can smell Sakura fairly well, excited and still aroused. Suo sinks his teeth in quickly, Sakura cries out, fighting weakly in his hold. He laps at and kisses the mark after.
“Sorry,” he murmurs against Sakura’s forehead, once he repositions him back on his chest. Sakura grunts in response. Long fingers card through Sakura’s hair, the pressure constant and repetitive enough that he is lulled into dreamless slumber.
He hopes it will bruise prettily, like a blooming purple flower, maybe.