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Wise stares down at his phone, his eyes locked on the message he sent just five minutes ago.
‘I’m here.’
Is all it says.
He reads it again and again and though it’s just a simple sentence, two short words, the longer he looks at the tiny chat bubble, practically burning a hole into his screen from how hard he stares, the more conflicted inside he feels.
Wise wonders how the hell his life has gotten to this point.
Him, outside of the Lumina Square metro station, standing in the chilly winter air, in the middle of the night, staring at his phone as he waits to meet with an Alpha. An Alpha he only just met recently online, a person whose name he doesn’t even know, or age or even what their face looks like.
Waiting for a literal stranger.
A stranger that he plans to sleep with.
If you were to ask the Wise of two months ago, if he’d ever do something like this, having sex with some random person he’d met on a hook up app he’d tell you you're crazy and that he has better ways to spend his time. It would have never even crossed his mind, not once. Funny how life can suddenly veer off course, like a bad car crash and turn everything you thought you knew about yourself right on its head.
Wise’s phone pings and he watches as a chat bubble appears under his own, signaling someone is typing. A few seconds later three words pop onto the screen.
‘Be there soon.’
He stares at the new message, eyes roaming over every single letter. Seconds turn into a minute then two and then he finally types back a short:
‘Okay.’
Wise exits the messaging app and puts his phone away. Inside his chest his heart beats an unsteady rhythm *thu-thump*, *th-thump*, and a tangled mess of emotions gnaws at his stomach. He leans back against the concrete wall behind him and lets his head rest against the hard surface. He watches the way his breath comes out in tiny white clouds and counts the seconds in his head until he meets the mysterious stranger on the other side of his phone.
Wise closes his eyes and once more questions how it all came to this.
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It starts with a visit to the doctor's office.
For a few days Wise had been suffering from stomach cramps that varied in intensity, fevers that come and go in the middle of the night, and a general sense that something was very off with himself. It took about a week and a half of feeling awful before he decided to bite the bullet and head to a nearby clinic (and also because Belle wouldn’t stop pressuring him to get checked out. His little sister really is a force to be reckoned with, nearly dragging him out of the door herself.)
Wise expects the visit to be swift and the diagnosis to be simple, probably a cold caused by too many hours spent on the H.D.D system late at night, finishing commissions until the early morning (not like this would be the first time he got sick from overworking himself). Something that can be fixed with some over the counter medication. Nothing to stress out about, just give it a few more days until it clears his system.
However instead of a cold what the doctor diagnoses Wise with is four very life-altering words:
“You’ve become an omega.”’
The sentence hits like a hard punch to the gut, leaving him stunned, breathless and his mind reeling.
It takes a very, very, long moment for Wise’s brain to fully process those words and even after replaying them over and over in his head he finds them extremely hard to believe. Him? A Beta is now an Omega? It makes no sense, none whatsoever. He’s already in his twenties, way past the age of presentation, dynamics don’t change, at least not this late in life.
“Are you sure?” Wise asks, because it has to be a mistake, maybe a glitch in the computer system, an error in the print or a mix up with someone else’s test results.
The doctor gives him a sympathetic look, clearly seeing the panic Wise is sure is all over his face. She hands him the clipboard in her hands and Wise takes it, looking down at the paper affixed to the top, reading over everything he sees. Most of the words and terms are unfamiliar to him, all except one.
"I ran your blood multiple times against various tests and all the results have come out the same. Your dynamic has changed,” The doctor explains, going over what everything on the paper adds up to, what Wise doesn’t want to believe.
Omega.
Is the word printed out in bright red, right next to every test that has been performed.
It stands out on the white paper, blaring loudly like a deafening siren that this is a fact that is now his reality. It feels like the world shifts underneath him and Wise can only stare blankly ahead, mind a whirlwind. Omega. This is what you are now, the paper tells him. It feels like he’s been thrust into the crazy plot of some badly written movie.
“How?” Is all Wise can say, because really, how in the world does something like this happen. It goes against everything he’s ever learned about dynamics.
“Have you been in a Hollow recently?” The doctor asks; the change in topic like whiplash.” "And if so, did anything happen inside? Corruption? Loss of consciousness? Near death?”
At her questions Wise's mind immediately goes back to the time he had fallen into a Hollow with Miyabi about two months ago. He remembers the rapid corruption he experienced, how his body went through cardiac arrest and how he had barely managed to scrape by from ending up six feet under.
“Uh…something like that," Wise answers, choosing to be as vague as possible, what happened isn’t supposed to be public info.
"I see…then that would explain the change you went through,” The doctor says. “No one truly knows the full effects of corruption from Hollows and the many ways it affects a person's body. What we do know so far is that it can change someone into an ethereal and that if someone has been pulled from a Hollow after experiencing severe corruption it can change a person mentally and physically and in extremely rare cases one of those physical changes....is a shift in their dynamic."
Hearing all that makes Wise’s head spin even more.
Out of everything he's read about Hollow related injuries he's never heard of this, though he supposes it shouldn't really be that surprising to learn. If a Hollow can turn someone into a monster beyond human comprehension, why can’t it change someone's dynamic too? It seems that saying that everything is possible in a Hollow is true after all.
"It usually happens to Betas that have a low ether aptitude," The doctor continues. "And only when they are near death's door from corruption."
Wise tries not to flinch. Both of those statements apply perfectly to him. Just his horrible luck, one of the rare times he's in a Hollow he nearly dies and that experience is enough to completely turn his life around.
After that bombshell of information is dropped on him, the rest of the doctor’s visit goes by in a blur.
Wise is told to be prepared for some severe changes to happen to his body and is given a list of doctors who specialize in Omega care and the different types of suppressants on the market. The doctor also hands him a few pamphlets that explain heats and male Omega pregnancy that Wise is in no way eager to read through (especially the pregnancy ones, just the thought that his body is now capable of having babies makes him want to pass out from stress).
When he makes it back to Sixth Street, feeling like a stranger in his own body and like a boat that’s been cast out to sea without an oar, he’s hit with the terrible feeling that his life is about to get ten times more complicated than it already is.
And he’s right.
Everything just spirals straight downhill.
Even with all the information the doctor gives him, and his own research, a combination of both his, Belle’s (who’s eager to help her brother in any way possible) and Fairy’s (who offers him more knowledge on this subject than Wise thought possible) he is no way fully prepared for what his body goes through.
The first big change is his sense of smell.
Every scent coming off an Alpha and Omega is heightened for him, some so strong they make him dizzy. It takes a few weeks before Wise is able to walk outside of Random Play and into Sixth Street without suffering from a headache from sensory overload. Along with his nose his sensitivity to touch also ramps up a notch, especially the area where his scent glands are located around his neck and wrists and it takes longer than he likes for him to get used to it.
Though the changes in smell and touch are both a huge pain in the ass, none of them compare to his heats.
Those are downright awful.
None of the stories he has heard about heats and how terrible they are come close to what he experiences. It’s painful. Extremely so. The cramps are unbearable and the feeling of horniness that never goes away no matter what he does or how many toys he crams up his ass makes it feel so much worse.
Wise wishes he could cease to exist during the whole thing, thinking maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he had died in that Hollow back then, would definitely beat having to experience this awful torture.
The heats never get any better as time marches on, in fact each one gets significantly worse.
They come and go in schedules he can’t predict, some lasting longer than others, some happening quickly right after one just finished and no suppressants or medication he takes does anything to help. Each heat leaves him feeling hollow and drained. Completely unsatisfied, aching for something Wise can’t name. It makes him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, like there’s a buzz underneath he can’t quell, a restless energy that no sleep manages to fix.
It all makes him feel so exhausted.
So, it's no surprise all these changes start to affect his job as Phaethon.
Being constantly on edge and tired 24/7 does absolutely no favors for Wise’s work ethic.
It’s hard to devote a hundred percent on commissions when his mind feels like it’s in a fog, when he’s seconds away from falling asleep at the computer and face planting straight into his keyboard. It becomes such a problem that Belle has to take over as the main proxy after Wise nearly makes a small mistake (something he can’t afford to do especially when one misstep could mean the end to someone’s life in a Hollow). He’s delegated to store manager duties (and even those Wise has trouble completing, putting videos on the wrong shelves or in the wrong cases).
It’s so frustrating and he’s at his wit’s end.
Wise is willing to do anything.
Anything, for a sliver of normalcy to return into his life.
Luckily, after weeks pass Wise eventually manages to find a solution to the constant torment he suffers.
Unluckily, it’s a solution that he never thought he would ever end up doing.
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Fairy is the one who suggests it on a day when Wise is completely miserable, suffering the aftereffects of another heat that made his body feel like it’s been run over by a car. Twice.
He emerges from his bedroom, looking a mess and like he hasn’t showered in days, making the long trek down to the H.D.D room where his sister is finishing slaving away on another last-minute commission. Wise glances Belle’s way once when he enters before depositing himself on the couch, falling face first into the cushions.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Wise says, voice muffled by pillows. “Belle, if I ask you to put me out of my misery would you do it?”
Belle makes a sympathetic noise, and moves from the computer chair to plop down on the armrest above Wise’s head. She gently runs her fingers through his hair and her scent of honey and flowers is a balm to his aching head (so far, the only tiny silver lining to this dumpster fire is finding out that his sister smells so nice, a scent that has quickly become Wise’s favorite).
“No can do, bro. If you’re gone, who's going to nag me to clean my room? It’ll be buried in trash in no time and then I’d never find anything ever again,” Belle says with a solemn shake of her head and Wise groans, so much for a mercy-killing.
“It’s okay, you’ll get through this” Bell continues, trying to be encouraging. “We survived our home getting taken from us, nearly dying multiple times and a world ending disaster. You can survive this, I know you will.”
Wise doesn’t think so, but he chooses not to voice that out loud.
“I’d rather face another world ending disaster than this,” he says, lifting his face and rolling onto his back. In fact, he’d much rather face Bringer again a hundred times over than go through this agony. “At least I’d be more useful than I am right now.”
Wise looks up, taking a good look at his younger sister. He tries not to make a face at the dark circles he sees under Belle’s eyes. She’d been up almost every day during this week and the week before that working on commissions, trying to rack in some money to keep their absurd electrical bill under control while Wise suffered in his room trying not to go crazy. The sight of them makes him feel even worse, makes him feel like a worthless, useless big brother (a feeling he’s come to learn he absolutely despises).
“I’m so sorry for putting you through this,” Wise says, the guilt he feels easing into his voice. “For being such a mess.”
“Don’t apologize, none of this is your fault,” Belle replies, eyes narrowing as she pokes Wise in the cheek. “I’m a part of Phaethon too you know, so this much work is nothing for me. Plus, it’s not like this is going to be forever, I’m sure you’ll find a solution soon.”
A solution? Wise highly doubts that.
“Master, I believe for once, Second Assistant is right.” Fairy’s voice pops up from the speakers in the H.D.D system. “I, your ever reliable and extremely capable AI Assistant, may have found a solution to your current problem.”
Now that catches their attention and both siblings turn their heads towards the AI’s voice, surprise on their faces.
“Really?” Wise asks, small embers of hope sparking in his chest.
“Yes, Master, there is one solution you can try that helps calm down severe heats that can’t be dealt with medication.”
“And what’s that?”
“Having sexual intercourse with an Alpha.”
Wise chokes on his spit and nearly falls off the couch.
“I-I w-what? Having what!? Sexua- “He can’t even fully get the words out. His face erupts in red, cheeks flaming hot, completely caught off guard, even Belle looks shocked by what Fairy said.
“That’s right, Master, apparently Alphas can have a significant effect on Omegas and their heats,” Fairy continues, not at all perturbed with Wise’s reaction. “Just their pheromones alone can alter symptoms during heats.”
This is something Wise knows too (especially after reading all those pamphlets that gave way too much details on Alpha and Omega sex) however it’s not an idea he’d ever entertain doing himself and the reason for that is:
“I-I can’t sleep with an Alpha during my heat,” Wise replies vehemently with a shake of his head. “That’s way too dangerous!”
Especially with the way he is right now.
Wise doesn’t have much control of himself when his heat comes, desperate to have anything fill him, obsessed with the single focus of feeling full, of wanting to get…pregnant. Add an Alpha into the mix during a time where he’s out of his mind and it’s a recipe for disaster. Like suppressants he hasn’t been able to find a birth control pill that doesn’t make him nauseous and throw up and Wise doesn’t want to risk getting pregnant (even if the chances of pregnancy for Betas turned Omegas is low, it isn’t zero percent and Wise doesn’t want to test his already shitty luck).
He's not ready for that. He doesn’t think he ever will be.
He quickly tosses that solution in the garbage can; hope dying inside of him.
However, Fairy continues on.
“Master, I never said you had to sleep with an Alpha during your heat.”
That makes Wise pause, head tilted in Fairy’s direction once more, ears listening intently.
“From a research document published in an Academic journal last month and articles posted to different forums on the Interknot, it is theorized that Omegas who suffer from difficult heats are able to regulate them after having constant intercourse with an Alpha. Intercourse that doesn’t need to occur during a heat but rather outside of it,” the AI continues. “Each sexual encounter apparently settles down spontaneous heats and can even cause them to fall into a set schedule and also ease painful symptoms before they begin.”
“Is that really true?” Belle asks, curiosity and interest piqued. “You didn’t just make that up?”
“Of course not, I do not come up with fake solutions like you second assistant,” Fairy says, causing Belle to pout and give the AI a stink eye. “Though not 100% proven, it is backed by credible research. If you’d like Master, I could send you the articles and forums that go more in depth on the subject.”
Wise asks for them and immediately each one is pinged to his phone. He reads through everything Fairy sends him, going over a research document about a study for heats and how the more sexually active omegas suffered from less severe symptoms before switching to forums on the Interknot that talk about ways to stop a painful heat before it begins (and surprisingly sex is the number one answer to them all).
“It seems believable,” Belle says, reading over Wise’s shoulder and he agrees.
It definitely does.
Once he’s done sifting through it all, Wise closes his phone and stares at the black screen, his mind slowly working to process this new information.
In order to control his heats he needs to have…sex.
Sex with an Alpha.
Wise feels his face flush again.
Just imagining it makes him blush.
Wise has never had sex with anyone. Or done anything close to it. At all.
He’s only kissed one person in his life and that was when he was barely a teen and it had been nothing more than an innocent peck. He’s never gone farther than that.
He has zero experience, is a complete virgin.
Can he really do something like this?
A painful throbbing sensation hits Wise right in the stomach as that question pops up in his mind and he groans, clutching the area tight. The pain ebbs and flows and leaves behind a dull stabbing ache that makes him want to lie down and never get up.
Well…
Looks like his body is making the choice for him.
Time to find someone to pop his cherry.
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And that is how everything leads to the next step which involves getting an Alpha to have sleep with him.
Sounds simple in theory.
Except…
Wise has zero skills in the romance department.
He has never dated anyone, has never asked anyone out either, sure he’s been confessed to a few times but Wise rejected each one of them too busy focused on other things to worry about love and romance (like starting a proxy business, then restarting said proxy business after the account got deleted, then uncovering a government scandal plus stopping a catastrophic event that almost destroyed New Eridu…yeah no time for dating at all).
He has a severe lack of experience; his flirting and wooing abilities are subpar at best.
Belle and even Fairy tries to help Wise brainstorm ideas on how he can get laid (something Wise never, ever thought he would be doing with his little sister, god, this is so embarrassing) and after spending hours thinking about it, they all settle on that the easiest way would be through a hook-up app, one specifically garnered for Alphas and Omegas to meet up and bang. Everyone’s basically on there for one thing so it’s not like Wise has to use much effort to state his intentions, (plus there’s also an edit feature in the chat meaning he can edit anything dumb and unattractive he might end up saying, unlike in real life).
With a plan set up, Wise installs the app on his phone and creates a profile.
…Well, he tries to.
Belle steals his phone before he can type out anything besides his username not trusting her brother to do it right. When Wise gets it back, he’s dismayed to see that Belle had put, ‘lonely delicate looking omega nerdy twink hoping for some action’ into his description (something Wise doesn’t agree with, he’s not lonely nor is he that delicate looking or a twink!). Despite his grievances, Wise doesn’t change it but only because Belle begs him not to (and also because it does kind of bring in some interested matches. Who knew nerdy twinks were apparently popular?).
Once the profile is done, the next step is to add some pictures (that he does without Belle’s assistance because he absolutely refuses to let his little sister try and help him take sexy photos of himself, a line has to be drawn somewhere). He doesn't show his face in the pictures he takes, wanting to have some anonymity and only does body shots, most of them with his shirt pulled up to expose his chest and lower stomach, the edge of his briefs peeking out from under his sweat pants.
It’s not super sexy but it’s all Wise is willing to do.
He’s not ready to post complete nudes, who knows if that app were to ever get hacked one day and the pictures inside were to be released on the Interknot. He does not want to get jump scared by his own ass popping up on some random forum on the web.
Though the photos border the edge of risqué they are enough to get some Alpha’s interested.
A surprising amount of match requests fills his inbox and Wise takes his time carefully going through each one, trying to find a person he likes, scrutinizing every profile, hours ticking by.
He may be desperate but that doesn’t mean he’d just pick anyone.
Wise may not have confessed or dated before but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have…urges. Doesn’t mean he’s never been attracted to someone else before.
He has to fantasize about someone during his heats. He’s not a saint.
Those fantasies usually involve people bigger than him, with large muscles who maybe sort of look like they could throw him over their shoulder like he weighs nothing and easily have their way with him. Wise admits he is weak to strong people who look like they could bend him in two (something he found out about himself when he was younger, apparently his admiration for action hero type leads extended into more sexual territories and his heats just amped up those feelings even more).
So, yes, he has type.
A type that Wise eventually finds on the app, an Alpha that hits all his boxes just right.
The profile he ends up clicking doesn’t have a lot of pictures. Just a few back shots of a really, really, skin tight shirt (that looks like it’s painted on) that show off some wonderful back muscles and one shot of the front in the same shirt showing off abs that are right out of Wise’s wet dreams. There are also two photos of hands covered in leather gloves that are really big, much bigger than his and Wise never thought he was much of a hands guy but there’s something about those hands and imagining them on his body that make his mouth water.
After staring at those photos for a very, very long time Wise accepts a request to chat.
He expects it to be awkward at first, but it turns out to be surprisingly easy once he gets the ball rolling.
In a way it reminds him of his commissions as Phaethon. Talking to a client, someone who’s a stranger to him and learning a little about them, trying to figure out what they want and what he can offer them. His experience as a proxy makes him feel less nervous and the conversation goes pretty smoothly. There’s no beating around the bush. Wise says he’s looking for a one-night stand type of deal and so is the person on the other side of the screen. Wise states he’s free whenever and so does the Alpha and soon after a few more messages a date and time is arranged for them to meet.
Which all leads to now.
Wise standing outside in the cold at night on Lumina Square, phone in hand, thinking about the messages he sent to a stranger barely a week ago.
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Wise stares at the entrance to the metro station, trying hard not to second guess his decision.
He doesn't want to back down, determined to see this though but still it's hard not to feel nervous considering what he plans to do. Despite doing his own research (which was basically reading erotic web novels and watching a bunch of porn videos, that he made Fairy swear to delete from his history) he's not that confident that he'll be the best partner. Just because he's seen and read how to do it doesn't mean he can perfectly replicate it and there isn't much practice he can do by himself besides sticking a dildo up his ass.
At least he prepped a bit before heading over here, spending a few hours in the bathroom getting his backside ready for what's to come. Hopefully that makes things easier, for himself and his future sex partner.
A message pings on his phone and Wise checks it, his heart rate picking up at what he sees.
‘Leaving the metro.’
It’s almost time.
Soon he'll be meeting the guy face to face.
Wise hopes they're not some egotistical Alpha or a serial killer/murderer. It would suck for this all to end up like the plot of some B rated horror flick, Wise getting axed in some dark alleyway. He has his pepper spray in his back pocket and his location tracked for Belle to keep an eye on just in case things go south (can never be too cautious with his current streak of luck).
All he wants is for them to be a decent person. And if Wise were to be honest, he'd rather like it if his first time is with someone not put off by his lack of experience, someone who’ll be nice, understanding.
Someone who’d make it enjoyable, make it an experience to remember.
Ping. Another message flashes on his screen.
‘Here.’
A set of footsteps approach where Wise is standing and he immediately jerks his head up, heart hammering away in his chest, phone clutched tight in his hands, his eyes landing on-
“Manager?”
.
.
.
Lighter.
There’s no mistaking the man, his Outer Ring attire making him stand out in the middle of Lumina Square. Wise blinks a few times, wondering if he’s an illusion caused by lack of sleep and nerves, but Lighter remains before him, real, his unique scent drifting to his nose. It’s Wise’s first time seeing the man after his change and the Alpha smells nice, scent woody with a hint of lemon, different from other Alpha’s Wise has caught a whiff of. He resists the urge to take a deep breath, the scent so appealing it catches him off guard, and instead focuses on Lighter’s expression. Though Wise can’t see his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses the way he holds his body, and the angle of his eyebrows suggests Lighter is just as surprised to see him as Wise is.
“I, uh Lighter w-what are you doing here?” Wise asks, quickly glancing around to see if anyone else has popped up around them.
The shock of suddenly seeing the Alpha is starting to wear off, getting replaced with a slow building panic that Wise could run into the Alpha he messaged right in front of Lighter and the man Wise considered a close friend would figure out what he’s doing. It’s not like it’s any of Lighter’s business if he does connect the dots but Wise, for some reason he can’t fully explain, doesn’t want Lighter to know, just the thought of him finding out makes something uncomfortable swim in his gut.
“I…I was just wandering around…in the area…” Lighter replies, his tone slightly off, like he’s carefully trying to pick his words.
“I see…”
It’s not really an answer, but Wise knows Lighter did tend to come to Lumina Square late at night sometimes. He never asked why when he bumped into him, figuring that Lighter just liked to get away and head to a place where people didn’t know him as the Champion to relax and think. Wise guesses this is another one of those times.
“Manager...why are you here so late?” Lighter asks after an awkward silence passes between them, throwing the question Wise asked right back at him.
Wise contemplates what to say because there is no way he’s going to answer that truthfully.
“I um, was just wandering around too…” Is his lame answer copying Lighter’s words. It’s not a full lie still Wise can’t meet Lighter’s eyes as he says it, gaze focused on the scuffed edge of his sneakers. “Couldn’t…couldn’t sleep much, wanted some fresh air away from home…”
“Are you feeling okay?” Lighter asks, a hint of worry leaking into his voice as he takes a step closer. “I uh, heard about what’s going on with you…from Ceasar…it must be tough…”
Tough? That’s definitely the understatement of the century.
He isn’t too surprised Lighter knows about his recent change; it was something he told Caesar about when she asked why he was on the back burner from proxy work. Besides the Sons of Calydon most of Phaethon’s most faithful clients already know (though the knowledge about the extent of his problem has been carefully hidden with lies that Wise is fine, just taking a break, instead of the truth about him mentally and physically spiraling).
At the mention of his…condition Wise glances up, looking over Lighter’s shoulders, eyes darting about. Still no sign of the Alpha he’s supposed to meet. Wise isn’t sure if that’s good or bad. Are they keeping their distance because they see Wise with Lighter, who despite his soft interior does look kind of intimidating on the outside. Or are they giving him space because he’s talking with a friend? Or did they take one look at Wise and decided to bail because he wasn’t their type? Or maybe this whole thing is all an elaborate prank made by some asshole who wanted to jerk a poor desperate Omega around.
He really hopes it’s not the last two. Wise doesn’t want to go through the effort of trying to do this all over again.
“I’m…alright.” Wise’s gaze shifts back to Lighter as he lies once again, shrugging dismissively like suddenly being turned into an Omega is no big deal.
“Really? Cause if you need help with anything just let me know,” Lighter says. “You’ve done so much for the Sons, it’s only right I pay you back.”
At the word help, for just one tiny, small, miniscule moment, Wise thinks that maybe if the Alpha doesn’t show he could ask Lighter for help instea- and Wise immediately shuts that thought down.
No, no, Lighter is his friend. Someone he really cherishes. He can’t ask that of him. That would definitely be crossing a line. And also…
Lighter might not even want him like that.
In fact, he probably doesn't.
Lighter has got the face and body of an action star, someone who could have anyone he wanted, could easily pick a partner much more attractive than Wise (who probably looks like he’s suffering from severe insomnia, his eye bags are no joke).
Wise would definitely be his last option.
He feels his mood drop, a tight ache sparking in his chest, like vines squeezing around his heart. Wise doesn’t get why that thought makes him feel so…bad. It’s probably just left over hormones from his heat last week affecting his mood. Maybe. He doesn’t want to think too hard about it and looks away from Lighter, eyes landing on the vending machine next to him. The longer he stares at the biker the more that ache grows.
“I…thanks…” Wise replies, trying to smile, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “But, everything’s fine, so don’t worry.” Or everything will be fine once that Alpha shows up and sticks his dick in him.
Wise takes a step away, pulling out his phone to glance at the time. It’s been about eight minutes since the last message was sent and still no sign of the person on the other side of the screen. He holds back a sigh. This is probably a bust. Damn it. Looks like he’s back at square one.
He pockets his phone and turns to Lighter who is still watching him carefully from behind those dark shades. He can feel his gaze roam over his body, looking unsure, like he doesn’t believe what he said. Wise supposes he didn’t sound very convincing and the light from the convenience store next to them must show off how tired he looks. Luckily Lighter doesn’t push and Wise internally lets out a sigh of relief, he’s not in the mood for an interrogation, especially after getting his hopes thoroughly squashed.
“I should get going,” Wise says. “It’s late and Belle is probably worried.”
Normally Wise would love to stay and talk to Lighter until the sun peaked up in the sky, but right now he doesn’t feel all that chatty, annoyed that this all turned out to be a huge waste of time.
“Okay, nice seeing you,” Lighter replies with a smile, one that's warm and gentle. It’s the smile that doesn’t pop up often and it makes the annoyance seep out of Wise’s chest replaced with something softer, something that makes his heart flutter. “Be safe out there. I’m here if you ever want to talk or hang out.”
This time the smile he gives him is more genuine and Wise nods, a quiet ‘thanks’ leaving his lips. He walks off, feeling Lighter’s eyes on his back as he moves away. The smile falls as soon as he turns around, that spike of irritation returning full force. He pulls out his phone when he’s a few steps further from the Alpha, far enough where the screen can’t be seen and opens the messaging app to angrily type out:
‘It’s not nice to bail at the last minute. If you didn’t want to come you should have just said so.’
Wise expects to be ghosted but he gets an immediate reply.
‘I didn’t bail, I’m here’
Wise stops walking, staring hard at his phone, at the message, feeling confused. Was this guy messing with him?
‘Where?’
‘By the metro entrance.’
Wise turns around and looks over where the guy said he was and sees no one. No one except Lighter whose right where Wise left him, head titled down as he looks at his phone with a frown on his face.
‘I don’t see you.’
Wise types out.
Did the guy have some severe directional problems? Was he lost and at some other metro station? Another message pops up on the screen.
‘I’m standing right near the vending machine by 141. Where are you?’
‘I’m in front of 141.’
Wise looks up and right as he does his gaze locks with Lighter’s who is staring right at him, standing in the exact spot the message mentioned. There is no one else on the quiet streets of Lumina Square in this area, just them. Neither of them moves and it takes a moment before it hits him.
Wise nearly drops his phone in shock.
His eyes widen as he stares flabbergasted at Lighter, mouth opening and closing. He takes a shaky step forward and then another until he’s close enough to see the open shock on Lighter’s face, his glasses having fallen down to the bridge of his nose exposing his green eyes that are wide with disbelief. Wise looks down at the phone in Lighter’s hand and what he sees is basically a mirror of his own screen, the exact same texts on full display. He sucks in a breath and his eyes dart up to meet Lighter’s, hands shaking as he points a finger at him.
“You…y-you’re badboi68?” Wise asks, already knowing the answer to his question.
Lighter gives a short jerky nod and Wise can seriously not believe this is happening.
The person who he’s been texting, whose pictures he looked at (and pictures he maybe, sort of, masturbated to) and who he agreed to have sex with is…Lighter!?
No wonder those pictures were attractive to him. They belonged to the body of a man (Wise would only admit under duress) that he has been sneaking glances at on more than one occasion.
“So... you’re coffeeaddict12?” Lighter says and hearing his username said out loud further hammers in the point that Lighter really is the guy he’s been talking to this entire time.
Wise feels his head spin with this revelation and he leans against the wall to steady himself. Lighter too also rests his back on the concrete behind him looking just as off balance as Wise feels. At least it’s good to know he’s not the only one feeling extremely shocked.
“So those…photos…those were yours?” Lighter says after a beat of tense awkward silence passes and Wise feels his entire face flush at the question. Oh god. Those pictures, the ones he badly posed for. Wise resists the urge to bury his face in hands, feeling embarrassed beyond belief. His friend saw all of those and Wise is never ever going to live this down.
“Y-yeah,” Wise squeaks out and he risks a look at Lighter’s face. His eyes are focused on Wise's lower stomach, the exact same place his photos emphasized. He flushes even further, face so hot his cheeks probably resemble an overcooked lobster. His pulse picks up a rapid pace against his chest and he wonders what Lighter thought of those pictures. Did he like them?
Well, he must have if he decided to sleep with him because of them. His heartbeat spikes even more, thumping hard enough that Wise fears Lighter can hear it.
The older man’s gaze slowly moves up, settling on Wise's face before quickly looking away. Lighter moves to push his sunglasses back, dark shades hiding his eyes again. He sees Lighter swallow heavily and his eyes track the movement and then fall to Lighter’s hand which settles by his sides, fists clenched tight.
Since those chest pics belonged to Lighter than that means those hand pics are his too. The ones Wise basically drooled over and imagined wrapping around his cock-
Okay no, now is not the time for that train of thought.
Wise looks away, trying hard to will his imagination from drifting into R18 territory. Now that he has a face to the pics it makes the images in his head ten times clearer and Wise does not need to start sprouting a boner in the middle of Lumina Square.
The silence continues to stretch between them and Wise fumbles to say anything to get his mind out of the gutter.
“This…sure is uhh surprising…” completely shocking is closer to the truth but Wise continues on. “I…I never thought you'd be interested in…hook up apps...”
From all the time Wise has known Lighter he’s never once shown an interest in sex or romance or anything of the ilk. Lighter has rejected tons of confessions, even some from people Wise would consider extremely good looking. In all their hangouts Lighter never talked about dating or the type of people he liked. Wise just assumed it didn’t interest him.
Lighter doesn’t answer right away and Wise glances at him. There’s something off about his expression as he runs a hand through his hair, mouth and eyebrows pinched tight. The older man lets out a sigh.
“I’m not,” Lighter says and Wise wonders if he misheard.
“What? But you-”
“I wasn’t the one who signed up on it…” Wise mouth shuts tight at the confession and Lighter tilts his head down to watch him. He continues, his frown growing as he sees the confusion on Wise’s face. “The girls were the ones who created a profile on that thing for me and used the app. I don’t really know how to use stuff like that.”
“Why would they do that?” Wise asks. He knew the girls liked to pull pranks but wasn’t this going a bit too far?
Lighter makes a face, like recalling the moment is causing him physical pain.
“They wanted to set me up with someone. Thought that I was pent up or something and needed a release.” He answers another sigh falling from his lips. “They didn’t mean anything bad about it, just wanted to help, that’s all.”
“Oh…”
Wise wonders why the girls would think that about Lighter and why they’d go to such lengths. Honestly it would probably do him no good to try and figure out their mindset. These were the same girls who tended to test death on the regular with their wild adventures. Maybe latching onto the most extreme solution was just normal for them.
“So those messages and those pictures…” Wise trails off and Lighter's expression turns even more apologetic.
“Sorry, those were from the girls too, and they were the ones who posted the pics too. Took some secret shots of me while I worked out.”
“I...” Wise doesn’t even know what to say to that, he feels a deep embarrassment settle over him. If the girls messaged him then that means they saw those pictures Wise posted and that means the comments about how cute he looked were from them too. This time Wise does bury his face in his hands. He wants a hole to appear under his feet and swallow him whole, or for a meteor to strike him down. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to look them in the eye for a very, very long time.
“Sorry…” Lighter repeats, tone slightly sheepish.
“You…I…they…” Wise takes a deep breath trying to grasp onto words that aren’t a garbled mess. “If…if they are the ones who messaged me, then why did you agree to even meet me?”
That’s the big question and the only one that really matters in the scheme of things.
True, the girls were the ones who started it all, but Lighter in the end showed up to the meeting spot on his own. Does that mean that he agreed with their wild plan to get him laid? Wise peeks up in between his fingers to catch Lighter’s expression. It’s a look he can’t quite name, Lighter’s eyebrows furrowed and something like regret tugs at the edge of his features, it makes a sinking feeling settle in Wise’s gut.
“I wanted to apologize in person…” Lighter says, rubbing the back of his neck. “To the guy they stringed along. Say sorry for why I couldn’t sleep with them despite the messages.”
That sinking feeling grows stronger, like a hundred rocks have been shoved in his stomach.
“You could have done it through text…” Wise replies, his voice coming off almost too quiet to hear. He drops his hands to his side, hands clenching the edge of his jacket tight. This isn’t really what he wants to hear, each word another rock to the heavy pile inside.
“It seemed kind of dickish…” Lighter answers back. “I’d rather do it face to face, offer some kind of compensation for wasting their time.”
Of course, Lighter would choose the chivalrous route, so very like him.
Wise tries very hard not to feel disappointed, not to feel hurt that in the end this whole thing really amounted to nothing. Despite what he feels and how things turned out the way it did, Wise isn’t angry at Lighter. Not really. It’s not his fault; in fact, he traveled all the way here just to apologize for everything. Still…
Wise tightly closes his eyes, feeling mad at himself, for letting his expectations rise, even for a moment. It was foolish of him to even entertain the idea that Lighter would ever consider having sex him.
No way he would ever want him.
“Manager, this whole thing may have been set up for me by someone else…but that isn’t the case for you, right?” Lighter asks and Wise can only give him an honest answer.
“Yeah…” He says with a nod, slowly opening his eyes to stare at the ground. “It’s not.”
Wise hears Lighter’s sharp intake of breath and the way his fists tighten then unclench, leather creaking under the pressure. The biker doesn't say anything more and Wise doesn’t elaborate.
A beat of silence ticks by before Lighter finally gathers himself to speak again.
“I would have never guessed you’d ever be interested in doing things like this…” He says. “You didn’t strike me as the type.”
Wise shrugs, not surprised by Lighter’s words. It’s not like he ever talked about this sort of stuff with him either.
“I’m not really…but…I just decided to give it a try…” Wise replies, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes still carefully avoiding Lighter’s face and any judgement that might be there.
“Really? Is it okay if I ask why?” Lighter continues and Wise is slightly surprised the other man seems so interested. Usually, Lighter just lets things be after getting an answer, no matter how simple, but for some reason he feels like pushing today.
“I…” Wise trails off, hesitating about what he should say.
He could tell Lighter it’s none of his business why he wants to sleep with strangers but Wise can’t get the words out. He could lie, make something up, like how he’s feeling adventurous or it was a dare from Belle, but Wise doesn’t want to do that either. Surprisingly…he wants to tell the truth.
Despite keeping it from everyone else, Wise wants Lighter to know.
He wants to tell Lighter everything that’s been going on with him, wants him to know exactly why he’s doing this and before he can fully think it through and stop himself the words come spilling out.
“I lied,” Wise says, turning to face Lighter clearly, so he can see the honesty in his eyes. “About being fine. Things…really are not fine. At all.” He laughs a little and it sounds bitter. “It’s been nothing but hell ever since I turned into an Omega.”
Lighter looks taken aback, not at all expecting those words. He reaches out a hand, looking like he’s about to comfort him, before changing his mind and letting it drop to his side, though he takes a step closer. Close enough that his scent calms the nerves Wise feels churning throughout him, tense from releasing his closely guarded secret.
“Wise…”
“Everyday has sucked for me since the change happened,” Wise continues. “The heats are the worst. I hate them. They’ve left me unable to do anything.” Wise grits his teeth in frustration, hating that he’s basically just admitted how useless he’s become, but the words won’t stop falling out of his mouth, like water flowing out of a broken dam, everything being exposed out in the open.
“It’s the reason I’ve been out of commission and Belle’s taken over. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t stand it anymore. Willing to do anything to make things normal. Even…something like this.” Wise gestures around him, signaling what ‘this’ really means.
“What do you mean?” Lighter asks, confused, not getting it.
“Apparently having sex with an Alpha can make the symptoms I have less intense,” Wise replies flippantly. “And at this point I’m willing to try any solution.”
Lighter grows quiet at that admission, letting those words settle in his mind, taking in this new information Wise just provided him. Now that’s it all out there, Wise feels winded and tired. Tired from telling the truth and tired of everything that’s happening.
What a night this is turning out to be, definitely not how he pictured any of this going.
“So, there you have it,” Wise finishes with a sigh. “The reason behind why I ended up on a hook up app. Not quite the fun answer you were expecting, huh?”
Lighter frowns and Wise turns away, arms wrapping around himself as he stares at the bright lights of the store fronts all around him. He wonders what Lighter thinks of all this. That the great Phaethon has been felled because his own body is acting against him, that he’s grown so desperate to do anything to fix himself. He doesn’t want to ask, too scared to find out the answer.
When Lighter speaks after a few minutes of silence it’s to ask a question Wise doesn’t expect.
“Are you going to try and do this again?”
What? Is Lighter asking if Wise is going to try to find another Alpha to sleep with? Because if so then the answer is simple.
“Yeah, probably.”
Lighter doesn’t say anything to that, falling silent again. There’s a change to his scent, more intense than before. Wise isn’t all that good at reading emotions through his sense of smell so he can only guess at what caused the change. Is Lighter worried about him? He does have a big heart after all, a softie underneath all those spikes and leather. He must be worried that Wise could end up doing something dumb in his desperate attempt to return his life to normal, like sleeping with one of those asshole Alpha’s you usually see as a lead in those badly produced soap operas on TV.
“Look, I know I basically admitted things are hard right now for me and I’m doing something risky but I promise I’m not-”
“I’ll do it.”
Wise mouth closes with a clink.
Huh? Did he hear that right?
There’s no way Lighter could possibly mean what Wise thinks he does. He slowly turns to look at Lighter, eyes wide with shock as the biker’s words reverberate through his head. Lighter stares right back at him, eyes locked with his behind those shades. He looks serious.
“I…d-do what…exactly?”
“I’ll have sex with you.” Lighter doesn’t even stutter or falter when he says the words, there’s only determination on his face and in his voice, though in the low light Wise does catch a faint blush high on cheeks. Seeing it makes Wise's own face turn red.
“But you just said you weren’t-”
“Manager, I told you I’d do anything to help you and I meant it. The Champion doesn’t go back on his word.”
Lighter looks the way he does when he’s about to enter a fight. Unrelenting, ready to do anything to win, to reach his goal. Wise’s heart goes into overdrive, hammering away in his chest.
He knows Lighter cares about him, but to go this far for him….
Is this really something a friend would do?
“Lighter you don’t have to force yourself-”
“Manag-Wise, I’m not forcing myself.” Lighter cuts him off before he can finish that sentence, hand moving to land firmly against Wise’s shoulder, squeezing down, weight steady, letting the younger man know he wasn’t going to back down. “I want to do this.”
“But…” Wise fumbles to say something to dissuade the man, feeling guilty about letting Lighter do this but he can already tell this is a battle he won’t win.
“Please Wise, let me help you.”
Lighter’s expression shifts to one that resembles a puppy trying to beg to its master and it’s a lethal hit. Wise caves in instantly, extremely weak to that specific look. There really is no beating the Champion.
“I…okay…” He says, swallowing heavily, hands sweaty with nerves now that he’s basically given the okay for Lighter to bang him.
Lighter smiles, looking both happy and relieved at having gotten his way. It’s another devastating expression that does no favors for Wise’s heart. Lighter lets go of him and Wise takes a step back, feeling like he’s able to breathe a little better now that Lighter isn’t so close.
He tries to steel himself, thrown off from this sudden development. The two of them stare at each other, Lighter waiting for Wise to make the next move.
Well…it’s now or never.
Now that the greenlight has been lit up, there’s only one logical step they need to do next.
“If we’re going to do this, we should get going. I umm booked a hotel a few blocks over for tonight,” Wise says pointing in some direction off to the side. “The reservation should still be open.” Hopefully, Wise is only like 30 minutes late to it.
“Well, lead the way, Manager,” Lighter replies, gesturing before him.
Wise gives a tense nod and slowly starts putting one foot in front of the other. Lighter falls into step next to him, quiet. Wise keeps his eyes straight ahead and does his best not to look at Lighter, or more specifically his body. If he does, he is sure his brain will start to run wild about what’s to come.
Seems like he is really going to see those abs he saw in those photos up close and personal.
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It hits him that this is really happening the moment Wise steps in front of the door to their hotel room.
He doesn’t open it right away, fiddling with the keys to the lock in his hands, heart still pounding away with nerves that haven't calmed down the whole way here. In fact, they’ve grown, a tight flutter of emotions beating against the inside of his chest. It fully settles in his mind as he stares at the chipped wood in front of him that once he enters inside, he’s going to have sex with Lighter. The Sons of Calydon undefeated Champion, the fearsome Red Scarf, his friend.
“Are you really sure you want to do this?” Wise asks, giving Lighter another out before they walk through this door.
Lighter had been quiet the whole walk here and whenever Wise tried to catch a quick peak at his friend he couldn’t make out what the other man was thinking. His face was carefully stoic, no hint at what he could be thinking.
“I’m sure,” Lighter says and like before Wise doesn’t hear any hesitation.
It doesn’t seem like he’s second guessing. Wise wonders if the other man is nervous like him but he doesn’t sound like it and even now his posture is neutral, laid back. Maybe it’s no big deal to him, having casual sex. Wise wouldn’t be surprised if he has experience, it’s not like Lighter doesn’t have a lack of available partners he could choose from.
Wise takes a deep breath, steadying himself and slowly unlocks the door.
He pushes it open and steps inside, taking a look around the room. Wise didn’t pick anything fancy for his first time, just a simple one-bedroom hotel room with the basic necessities. Plain, nothing extravagant with a tiny bathroom connected to the side. He really didn’t have plans to stay the whole night, so he didn’t need anything nice, once the deed was done, he expected to head straight home anyway.
He hears the door lock shut behind him and Wise pulse spikes, as Lighter takes a step closer, his scent that Wise is quickly finding out he kind of likes way too much, drifting by his nose. He wipes his sweaty palms against the side of his pants before slowly turning around. Gathering his courage, he looks up meeting Lighter’s gaze, who is watching him carefully.
He doesn’t make a move and Wise has a feeling Lighter is letting him take the reins, giving Wise control and not doing anything until he tells him to. Wise isn’t sure if he should be thankful, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.
“I um, already took a shower before I met up with you…so…if you want to take one before we uh start then go ahead,” Wise trails off, face heating up as he awkwardly gestures to the bathroom door, he tries not to cringe at the way his voice wavers.
“I’m okay, I cleaned myself up before I headed out,” Lighter says.
“Oh, uh okay…”
Wise doesn’t move and neither does Lighter and both men just stand in the middle of the room like statues. Wise brain works into overdrive, trying to figure out what he should do next. Should he start taking off his clothes? Try to touch Lighter? The pornos he watched just showed the men immediately taking their clothes off as they pounced at each other, getting right at it, dicks flying straight into buttholes.
“Did you bring condoms and lube?” Lighter asks, being the first one to break the tension. Wise blushes even more at the words ‘condoms and lube’ and nods.
He pulls the items out of his pockets, showing them to Lighter. There are different sizes of condoms in his palm, normal sized, large and extra-large. Wise isn’t sure what exactly the alpha he’d sleep with would be packing so he got three kinds just in case.
“I brought three sizes. If they don’t work, I can run out to get something else.” He says and Lighter takes a step closer, eyeing the condoms in Wise’s hand. He picks up the extra-large one and Wise tries to keep his eyes from drifting to Lighter’s crotch. Seems the Champion really is big everywhere.
“This one is fine,” Lighter replies as he takes the condom, still staring at the others. “You really do plan for everything….”
“Well, I wasn’t sure who’d I’d be sleeping with, so I just wanted to be prepared for all scenarios,” Wise replies and the words cause something in Lighter’s jaw to tense, but for only a moment.
“That so…”
Lighter moves closer to Wise until he’s right in front of the younger man, close enough that Wise's nose gets filled with his scent, that if he were to take another step forward he’d walk straight into Lighter’s chest. He looks up and Lighter stares down at him intently.
“So how do you want to do this, Manager? Got any preferences? I’m up for anything,” Lighter asks, putting the condom in his back pocket.
“Preferences?”
“Like would you prefer to ride me? Do it from the front? Back? Doggy style, Missionary?”
Wise nearly chokes at the images all those suggestions provide for his brain. His face heats up growing, redder and redder and Wise wonders how Lighter is able to talk about sex positions like he’s discussing the weather.
“I…I-I don’t really have any…preferences I mean, I’m fine doing whatever” Wise says, voice stuttering, he quickly tries to reign it in to sound more confident. “We can do it however you want.”
“Gotcha.”
Lighter says with a nod and when Wise continues to stand there, a blushing mess, he seems to come to a decision, slowly reaching out to gently touch Wise’s face with his hand. Wise’s breath catches in his throat and he tries not to flinch at the contact, pulse beating like a hummingbird's wings against his chest. Wise can’t see Lighter’s eyes behind his sunglasses but he feels the way his eyes carefully roam over his face.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Lighter asks, voice low and deep, sparking a warmth in Wise’s gut.
It's a question Wise thought he’d never hear come out of Lighter’s mouth and unable to find his voice all he can do is give a shaky nod. Lighter slowly bends down, giving Wise enough time to dodge if he wants but the other remains perfectly still. The first contact of Lighter’s lips against his, is soft and gentle, just a simple brush of lips, like he’s testing the waters, seeing if Wise will pull away.
It can barely count as a kiss but it makes the heat grow, spark igniting into a small fire that burns its way up through Wise’s chest. Wise presses back into the kiss hit with the sudden feeling of wanting more.
The moment Wise reciprocates, Lighter kisses him more firmly and tilts Wise’s face to get a better angle, sliding his hand from Wise’s cheek to the back of his head, pulling the younger man closer, the other moving to Wise’s waist. Lighter’s lips are slightly chapped but they’re warm against his own, and they move slowly against his. It feels nice, much better than Wise’s first kiss all those years ago. Lighter knows what he’s doing, moving with an experience Wise is sure he lacks. He lets Lighter take the lead afraid of ruining the moment by doing something that would turn the other off.
As one kiss drags on to two then three, Wise moves closer, letting his hand rest against Lighter’s chest. Beneath his palm he feels the rapid beat of Lighter’ heart, signaling the other isn’t as composed as he seems. The knowledge that Lighter is just as nervous and affected as Wise makes him relax even more into the kiss and grow bolder, hand sliding up Lighter’s chest to rest against the back of Lighter’s neck, the other soon joining to tangle with the edges of his dark hair that fall against his nape.
Wise isn’t sure how long they kiss, head growing fuzzy from a lack of air. Eventually Lighter pulls away and rests his forehead against Wise’s, letting the younger man pant softly in the small space between them. This close up, Wise catches a glimpse of Lighter’s eyes from behind the dark lenses, staring intently at Wise’s lips and heavy-lidded with a heated look that makes a pleasant shiver travel up Wise’s spine.
“Wanna head to the bed?” Lighter asks, letting his hand fall away from where it was tangled in Wise’s hair.
“Yeah,” Wise says, voice coming out soft and airy, brain slowly rebooting from the mind-numbing effect of Lighter’s kiss.
He drops his hands from Lighter’s neck and takes a step back slowly walking over to the single bed in the room. As he gets closer, he hears the sounds of a zipper and turns his head watching as Lighter sheds his leather jacket, exposing the tight undershirt he wears beneath, the one that shows off all his muscles and the one Wise is sure was in the pictures posted on that app. He stares at his chest, counting every ab, how they stretch as Lighter bends down to remove his boots and the straps around his thigh. Lighter suddenly looks up, his face bare, sunglasses set on a small table near the bed. His gaze catches Wise’s, and he smirks when he notices the other’s obvious ogling of his body.
“Like what you see, Manager?” He says, a teasing lilt to his voice and Wise blushes, looking away, embarrassed at being caught.
But he doesn’t back down nor shy away. Wise feels a surge of bravery, deciding to answer honestly, no point in denying it now that things have progressed this far.
“Of course I do,” Wise mutters as he starts to shed his own jacket, letting it drop to the floor following Lighter’s lead to start undressing. “It’s the whole reason we’re here, you know. I chose to meet up with you because of your pics.”
Lighter freezes, his hands coming to a halt on the edge of his shirt. The smirk loses its edge as a faint red settles over his cheeks and Lighter opens and closes his mouth before settling with a lame. “R-right..”
Wise considers it a win, rendering the Champion speechless, if only for a moment.
“Well…you’re allowed to look and touch as much as you want.” Lighter says finding his stride again, bravado in his voice as he pulls his shirt off, chest now on full display. “And just so you know, I liked your pics too.”
This time Wise is the one who becomes too embarrassed to speak, only giving a weak nod. The frankness in Lighter’s voice and the fact that Lighter admitted he liked what he saw makes it easier for Wise to take off his shirt, knowing he doesn’t have to be ashamed to show off his body. He sits on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes and pulls them off with his socks while Lighter slips off the shoulder and arm straps he wears beneath his clothes.
All that’s left is to take off his pants but Wise hesitates, fingers resting against the zipper of his jeans. He hears Lighter move closer and looks up as he stands before him in front of the bed, wearing just his pants like Wise.
Lighter’s eyes roam over Wise’s torso slowly like he’s trying to memorize every detail and Wise does the same, looking at the muscles forged from years of training and fighting, cataloguing every single scar that littered that tanned body, each one probably carrying a painful story. Lighter’s body is completely different from his own, carrying a beauty to it that makes Wise’s mouth water, makes his hands twitch with the urge to touch, to feel every scar beneath his fingertips. He watches intently as Lighter starts to take off his leather gloves and it’s somehow sexy how the leather slips away to expose large hands that Wise dreamed about touching him, a dream that will soon be a reality.
“Ready?” Lighter asks, hands settling on his belt buckle, pulling it off before getting to work on his zipper, slowly sliding it down, exposing the black boxer briefs beneath.
Wise nods, shedding the last of his inhibitions and nerves. There’s no going back now, and honestly, he doesn't want to. He’s ready to go all the way, to give Lighter everything he has. He tugs down his own zipper, pulling down his pants and slipping them off until he’s just in his gray colored boxers. Lighter’s own pants come off just as fast, thrown on the bed and Wise stares at the shape of Lighter’s cock through his underwear, swallowing heavily. He really did need those extra-large condoms, after all.
Lighter moves closer, and Wise shyly spreads his legs making space for the other man to step in between. Like before, Lighter makes the first move, bending down to cup Wise’s cheek with his hand, skin warm against his own. His gaze focuses on Wise's face as he gently draws a nonsensical pattern against Wise’s skin with his finger. His tongue traces his bottom lip and Wise’s eyes track the movement, anticipation building up inside of him.
“Can I kiss you?” Lighter asks once more, putting the ball in Wise’s court again as he asks for permission.
There’s no way Wise will refuse, already feeling eager to have those lips pressed against his own. Instead of answering Wise wraps his arms around Lighter’s neck to pull him closer. Lighter easily lets himself be pulled down and Wise makes a small noise the moment their lips touch, sighing sweetly into the kiss. Lighter chuckles softly at Wise’s eagerness, titling his head so their lips can glide together seamlessly.
Lighter’s hand moves to play with Wise’s ear, tracing the edge, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down Wise’s back. He makes another sound that’s close to a moan and Lighter’s lips move away from Wise's to press a wet kiss against his cheek, then the sensitive underside of his jaw before gliding down to the side of neck. Each kiss against his skin, makes Wise burn on the inside, breath coming out quick as his gut tightens with want. Lighter’s other hand moves to rest against Wise’s lower back and he slowly starts to lower him to the bed.
When Wise’s back hits the soft covers, he quickly decides Lighter needs to know something Wise has kept secret, something important before they really get into it. His hands move from Lighter’s neck to his shoulders and he gently squeezes down before slowly pushing back a signal that Lighter immediately picks up on. He pulls back, lips falling away from skin.
“I need to tell you something,” Wise says as he tries to catch his breath.
“What is it?” Lighter asks, brushing the hair away from Wise’s face and the touch is so gentle it makes an ache form in Wise's chest. Lighter is acting so nice to him, so sweet, slowly taking his time with him, not pushing or pressuring him and Wise wants him to know just how much experience he has (which is a big zero).
He never intended for his partner to know or ever mention it but with Lighter Wise finds out he doesn't mind letting him know he's a virgin.
“I…I’ve never done this before,” Wise explains carefully, watching Lighter’s expression as the truth gets revealed, hoping the other isn’t too put off.
“What? Hook up in a hotel room?” Lighter asks, raising a brow and Wise snorts before shaking his head.
“Well that either…but um, this…sex,” Wise clarifies and Lighter tenses finally catching on. “This is my first time.”
“Oh…”
Lighter doesn’t say anything else, digesting this info and Wise tries not to squirm on the bed, nervous by his sudden silence. Lighter looks a little shocked, eyes wide and hands tightly clenching the bedsheets underneath him. Wise wonders if finding this out just killed the mood. He’s heard how some people didn’t really like to do it with virgins, turned off by their inexperience or by the unrealistic expectations they could have.
“If that bothers you, we can stop,” Wise says, and though he’d very much like not to, he’s willing to call this whole thing off if that’s what Lighter wants. “I don’t min-”
“No.” Lighter quickly cuts in before Wise can finish, tone forceful. He softens it when Wise’s eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t want to stop…I just…”
Lighter trails and there’s something about his voice. He doesn’t sound put off or dismayed, instead there’s a vulnerable note to it that strikes a chord with Wise’s heart. Lighter looks away, jaw tense, looking uncertain and Wise is hit with the urge to touch Lighter, to ease that expession from his face. He lifts his hand to gently touch the sides of Lighter's cheeks tilting his head back towards him. Lighter leans into the touch and when their gazes meet Wise can see that same vulnerability is shining bright inside that deep green.
“Just?” Wise asks as Lighter continues to remain silent.
“Just…Wise…are you sure you’re okay with me?” Lighter says and this is the first time Wise has ever seen Lighter look so unsure and it makes his heart ache.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Wise replies staring into Lighter’s eyes, wondering why the undefeated champion looks so uncertain. Wise watches as Lighter carefully chooses his next words.
“...Shouldn’t your first time be something special?” Lighter says after a beat, surprising Wise. He quirks an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh. Seems like Lighter’s more of a romantic than Wise thought, who knew.
“Lighter, I was ready to give away my first time to a literal stranger,” Wise says pointing out the fact that he doesn’t think so and at the reminder Lighter frowns, eyebrows scrunching together with displeasure. Wise’s smile grows. How silly to get annoyed by that, it’s endearing how much Lighter cares about his wellbeing.
“But to be honest, I’m glad it’s with you,” Wise continues, smile turning shy but voice full of honesty.
Lighter tenses, and Wise hears his sharp intake of breath, looking thunderstruck, shocked by the admission, like he can’t believe Wise would ever say something like this. Wise doesn’t get it. It’s obvious anyone would be lucky to have Lighter as their first time. There’s no one as caring and sweet as him. Who could ask for a better partner?
“I trust you, Lighter,” Wise says, wiping away any doubt Lighter could have towards his words. It's all true. Wise trusts Lighter with his life, so of course he trusts him with his body too. “I know you won’t ever hurt me.”
Lighter tightly closes his eyes looking like the words were a physical blow to his defenses. Scent shifting slightly, getting heavier. Wise isn’t sure what he said to warrant such a reaction, but when Lighter opens his eyes again there’s a new emotion swimming inside, shining bright. Wise can’t name it but it’s tender and soft and makes his heart flutter.
Lighter surges forward, lips eagerly pressing into Wise’s who closes his eyes, hand moving up to grip Lighter’s dark strands tight in his fingers. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss and Lighter doesn’t ask for permission this time either. It’s different from all the others they’ve shared, more hungry, insistent and greedy like Lighter is trying to consume everything Wise has, every breath, every sound. He pulls back to bite at Wise’s lower lip, tugging it gently and Wise jolts at the action, sparks dancing throughout his chest like fireworks. Wise whimpers softly and Lighter lets go, running his tongue over the area before brushing against the outline of his lips, prodding at his mouth, asking for entrance and Wise easily gives in.
He moans, unable to help himself when Lighter’s tongue touches his own. It’s a unique sensation having someone else's tongue in his mouth, something new and exciting and Wise is surprised by how much he likes it. Lighter runs his tongue over his, over the back of his teeth, against the sensitive area at the top of his mouth, over every inch like he’s trying to commit it all to memory. It’s wet and hard to breathe, drool sliding down his chin but Wise doesn’t care. He just wants more and more, getting addicted to the slide of Lighter’s tongue against his.
Lighter pulls back, letting Wise gasp for breath before diving back in to kiss him again, this time pulling Wise’s tongue into his mouth, sucking at the tip. Another moan slips out louder than the others and Wise feels heat gather in his lower gut, his cock stirring to life and slick starting to trickle from his backside.
All they’ve done is make out but it feels so good. It makes Wise eager for what’s to come, wondering what else Lighter is good at besides kissing.
After another deep kiss that leaves Wise breathless and his head spinning, Lighter pulls away a sliver of saliva still connecting their mouths together. He stares down at Wise breathing heavily, and the red around Lighter’s pupils is blown wide. There's nothing but a deep hunger and want in that heated gaze and it makes Wise shiver, makes sparks swim through his veins to see how much Lighter desires him.
He looks at him like he’s a meal he’s ready to devour whole.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Lighter says and Wise bites back the whine that wants to escape after hearing the praise, it makes his cock twitch. Lighter’s eyes roam down Wise’s body, his heaving chest, his nipples that have perked up, the tent forming underneath his boxers and the wet spot at the tip, the way Wise’s thighs tremble. He licks his lips. “I can’t believe you’re letting me have all this. Fuck, I’m so lucky.”
‘I’m the lucky one,’ Wise wants to say but the sentence never leaves his mouth, instead only a choked off moan escapes his lips as Lighter bends down to press a kiss against his neck, close to where his scent glands are, the area extremely sensitive to the barest touch. Lighter’s tongue runs over his skin, sucking gently and Wise moans louder at the sensation, pitch high and breathy, producing sounds Wise never thought his vocal cords could make.
Lighter doesn’t bite down and for one delirious moment Wise wishes he would move an inch lower and claim him. He pushes the dangerous thought away and moans again as Lighter trails wet kisses down his neck and to his collarbone before stopping above his pink nipple. He hovers above it, blowing gently, his hot breath causing the nipple to grow harder and Wise grips the sheets underneath him tight.
He cries out when Lighter mouth descends on the small nub, tongue flicking against the tip. Lighter’s other hand moves to pinch Wise’s other nipple between his fingers, gently tugging as he sucks on the other one. Wise never knew his nipples were so sensitive, but each flick of his tongue and fingers make the slick flow faster and his dick to get harder. He tries to hold back the moans that escape his throat not wanting to be so loud, hand moving to cover his mouth. Lighter glances up at him and pops up off his nipple, hand letting go of the other one so he can grab onto Wise’s wrist and tug his hand away.
“None of that,” Lighter tells him, hand moving to Wise’s jaw, pressing into it causing Wise’s mouth to open wider and for a tiny whimper to fall out. “I want to hear everything. How else am I supposed to know I’m doing a good job?”
Lighter only lets go of his face when Wise’s hand moves back to grip the sheets. He leans back down this time taking Wise's other nipple in his mouth, tongues running over the bud.
“L-Lighter haah,” Wise moans out as Lighter bites down around his nipple, his voice loud, echoing throughout the small room.
Lighter let’s go pressing a kiss to the hard sensitive nub.
“Feel good?” Lighter asks, trailing more kisses down Wise's chest, letting his tongue and teeth taste every inch of pale skin he can reach, turning it red.
“Yeah mnn,” Wise manages to say around another whine.
“You sound so sexy,” Lighter says, mouth gliding down until it reaches the edge of Wise boxers. “Got such a nice voice, could listen to it all day.”
The praise makes him burn, the deep voice Lighter uses, husky and heavy with heat makes his stomach clench, makes his cock leak precum, staining the front of his boxers darker.
Lighter presses a kiss to the wet spot, running his tongue over Wise's cock through the fabric and Wise lets out a strangled shout that shifts into a loud moan, back arching off the bed, hand gripping the sheets tighter, pulling the fabric hard. The feeling of Lighter's mouth against Wise's cock is intense, even with the barrier of cloth between them. It's a sensation Wise has never felt before, pleasure ripping through his body like a jolt of electricity, the slick flowing heavier behind him.
It's too much and Wise is almost afraid he'll come too soon. Luckily, Lighter pulls away from his cock after placing another open-mouthed kiss against the top.
His large hands tug at the edge of Wise's boxers and he glances up meeting Wise hazy eyes that have started to grow wet from the waves of pleasure.
“Can I take these off?” Lighter asks and Wise nods, muttering out a breathy soft ‘yeah’.
Lighter tugs them down and Wise lifts his hips to help Lighter ease the boxers off. When they're gone, Wise tries hard not to close his legs, feeling a little nervous and embarrassed about being fully naked for the first time in front of someone. Lighter’s eyes hone in on the silver curls that get exposed before drifting down to Wise’s cock, which curves against his stomach and finally stops at the trickle of slick that falls underneath him onto the bed, staining the sheets.
Lighter swallows heavily, looking memorized, like he's staring at an exquisite painting, something that needs to be examined carefully, until every detail is seared into his memory. Wise blushes at the awed expression and he looks away unable to take on the full force of Lighter's intense gaze.
“Do you have the condom?” Wise asks and his voice breaks Lighter out of the trance he'd fallen into.
“Yeah,” Lighter says as he leans back, kneeling on the bed. He reaches for the jeans that he tossed to the side and reaches for them, pulling out the condom.
Seeing it in Lighter's hand makes Wise dick twitch against his stomach, eager for what's to come. Lighter notices the reaction and smirks, sharp canines on full display.
“Where’s the lube?” He asks, setting the condom to the side for easy access and Wise points over to his jacket that he had thrown near the edge of the bed. Lighter goes to get it and quickly returns with the small bottle in hand, uncapping it to pour some over his hand. Lighter gently grabs Wise's knee with his other hand and spreads his legs further apart, his hand moving down towards Wise’s hole.
“You don’t have to,” Wise says, realizing Lighter what wants to do. “I already prepped before I got here.”
Lighter eyes focus on Wise’s leaking hole, finger pressing against the rim and Wise jumps at the sensation of having someone’s touch on such a sensitive area. Lighter doesn’t push in, just lets his finger trace around the wet rim, slick coating the tip of his digit.
“Must have been quite a sight,” Lighter mutters, sounding like he’s talking more to himself than Wise. “How many fingers did you manage to get in?” He continues louder.
“T-Three,” Wise answers, breath coming out faster, Lighter’s touch making it hard to concentrate.
The hand Lighter doesn’t have pressed against his hole moves to grab Wise’s. He lifts it up and presses their palms together. Lighter’s hands are so much bigger than Wise’s, calloused and scarred, fingers long enough they would be able to completely wrap around Wise’s wrist. Wise stares at it, thinking of all the ways those hands have touched him and how much more Wise wants them to until every inch of skin has been marked by them.
“Your fingers are smaller than mine,” Lighter says, pulling his hand away. "It's your first time and I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not small, so my dick will be hard to take if you’re not thoroughly prepped.”
Wise eyes fall down to Lighter’s cock, which strains against his briefs. It’s bigger than before, fully hard and leaking precum against the fabric. Wise swallows heavily, mouth filling with saliva as he takes in its full size. Lighter is definitely a lot bigger than three of Wise's fingers. Way bigger.
“It’ll be easier if I can at least fit three fingers in you.” His finger slowly presses into Wise’s hole, tip breaching the inside and Wise is hit with the sudden urge of wanting that finger in him.
He settles back on the bed letting Lighter take the reins, sucking in a breath when Lighter pushes his finger in deeper. It slides in easily, aided by Wise’s earlier prep and the slick that’s gathered. Lighter pushes it around and after finding no resistance he carefully pushes in another one and there’s only a slight burn as Lighter scissors his two fingers. Lighter’s fingers are so different from Wise’s slender ones, they are thicker and able to reach deeper. Wise makes a high-pitched sound, desire pooling inside of him. There’s something so incredibly hot about having those hands, that have taken down countless hollow raiders and ethereals, taking Wise apart from the inside.
“You okay?” Lighter asks his fingers pushing in and out.
Wise nods voice lost, only able to pant and whine softly.
Lighter adds another finger and this time the burn is more intense. Three of Lighter’s fingers really are a lot different than three of Wise’s, and despite Wise’s own prep the stretch stings and he hisses out at the feeling. Lighter notices the discomfort and instead of stopping he leans down to take Wise’s cock in his mouth.
Wise yelps as wet heat engulfs his dick, hands immediately latching onto Lighter’s head, fingers tangling in his hair and back bowing. It’s more intense without the barrier of Wise’s underwear and when Lighter suckles at the tip Wise moans loudly, almost shouting from the pleasure.
“L-Lighter ughn! W-wait that’s ahn haah.” Wise tightly closes his eyes, words mixing with high-pitched moans.
God, it feels so good, especially when Lighter’s tongue runs over his slit. Tears gather in the corner of Wise’s eyes and he cries out when Lighter sucks his cock and bobs his head in time with the thrusts of his fingers that are now covered in slick. The pain of the stretch and the pleasure of Lighter sucking his dick mix together and Wise can feel himself losing his mind.
It feels good, too good. Wise has never felt pleasure like this before. He’s going crazy.
Lighter pushes his fingers deeper and they brush against something that makes Wise see stars. He shakes his head wildly, sobbing, the pleasure too much for him to handle. He can’t last. He won’t last.
“W-wait, I c-can’t uhn, p-please hahn,” Wise babbles tugging at Lighter’s hair, trying to pull him off but Lighter doesn’t budge. “C-cumming, I’m going to cum…” Those words seem to spurn Lighter on even more and he starts to deliberately target the spot in Wise that makes his mind turn into mush, makes lightning shoot through his veins, makes him completely lose it.
After another thrust against that wonderful bundle of nerves Wise can’t hold it in anymore, pleasure winning out and he cums down Lighter’s throat. The older man doesn’t even flinch and swallows everything down, and it’s only when every last drop is gone that Lighter releases Wise’s cock from his mouth. He pulls back and sits up, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, spit and cum glistening against his chin and lips. Lighter stares down at Wise who collapses back on the bed shaking, gasping for air, body and face flushed red, cheeks wet from escaped tears.
“Sorry got carried away,” Lighter says, not sounding sorry at all, wiping the tears away from Wise’s cheek. “You good?”
He pulls his fingers out of Wise hole, hand covered in slick, some of it even dripping down his forearm. At the loss Wise’s hole clenches around nothing, already aching to be filled again, the slick leaking so profusely a puddle starts to form on the covers.
Wise eyes stare blankly at the ceiling and his mind which has flown away after his release slowly drifts back to earth. He catches his breath gaze moving to Lighter and locking eyes with him.
“That…that has to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” Wise says, voice hoarse and Lighter snorts at the words. “You’re really good at this.”
Lighter looks immensely pleased by what Wise says and if he were a dog Wise is sure his tail would be wagging from the praise.
“What can I say I’m a man of many talents,” Lighter says with a cheeky smile on his face and Wise rolls his eyes but he can’t deny it, still he does gently nudge Lighter with his foot. “And I bet I can make you have an even better one, we haven’t even got to the fun part yet.”
“Is that a promise?” Wise teases the after effects of his euphoric orgasm making him feel a little loopy and playful. “If you break it, I might have to challenge you on settlement day.”
Lighter laughs and the sound of it makes warmth spread throughout Wise’s chest, he smiles back. It’s amazing how easily the two of them can fall back into joking, even in this situation. Despite his earlier nerves at the start, Lighter makes Wise feel so comfortable. He doubts anyone else could get him to feel like this, make him feel this safe to let go.
Wise truly feels lucky that Lighter is the one here with him.
“You feeling ready for round two?” Lighter asks, his smile soft and fond, eyes sparkling with a sweet tenderness.
“Yeah, my limbs don’t feel like jelly anymore,” Wise replies. “Thank god for an omega’s super short refractory period.”
Lighter chuckles again and reaches for the condom, tearing open the package. He pulls his underwear down and off, his large cock springing forth, red and wet at the tip. It’s truly a sight to see, Lighter really is packing a monster. Thank god for the extra prep, Wise doubts that thing would fit inside of him without it. Lighter tugs the condom on and gives himself a few rough strokes, a groan falling from his lips. The site and sound are so sexy, Wise feels his own cock stir to life again, perking up.
Wise eagerly spreads his legs when Lighter gets closer, giving him more space between his thighs. Lighter guides his cock to Wise entrance, pressing the head against the rim. Wise doesn’t feel scared, instead anticipation dances throughout him.
“If it hurts too much let me know,” Lighter says, the hand not on his cock, moving to run soothingly up and down Wise’s side. “Give me a good whack and I’ll stop; I want you to enjoy this too.”
Wise mouth quirks up in a half smile. Yeah, he really is lucky Lighter is his first time. There’s no other Alpha as good and sweet as him.
Lighter waits for Wise to relax and give him the go ahead with a nod, before he slowly starts to push in. The excessive slick helps the glide of his cock in his hole and Wise takes in a deep breath when the tip breaches his insides. It’s much different than fingers, hotter, thicker, a pulsing heat that makes him grip the sheets tight, makes his breath stutter in his chest. Inch by inch Lighter’s cock makes its way inside and Wise’s hole stretches to accommodate the wide girth. It’s uncomfortable but it’s not overwhelmingly painful. Lighter stops each time Wise’s breath hitches, letting the younger man get used to the feeling of his dick inside of him and pushes forward only when Wise stops tensing up.
When he’s half way there, Wise has to take a deep breath to steady himself. Lighter is so big, stretching him much wider than any of the toys Wise has back at home. He feels so full already and Lighter isn’t even all the way in yet.
“You doing okay?” Lighter ask, his voice tight and the muscles along his neck tense.
It’s easy to tell he’s holding back and Wise is amazed by his self-control, how Lighter is doing everything he can to not thrust into the warm heat that surrounds his cock.
“Y-yeah,” Wise says, voice shaking as he sucks in another breath, before slowly letting it out. “It’s…just a lot.”
“I bet it is,” Lighter replies, lips tugging into a smirk. This cocky guy. Wise desperately wants to kiss that look off his face.
And he does.
Wise reaches out with his hands to pull Lighter down, the other man letting himself easily fall forward. Their foreheads bump together and Wise tilts his head up to capture Lighter’s lips against his own. The kiss is soft and wet and Wise nips at Lighter’s bottom lip with his teeth, gently tugging it before letting it go.
“Stop teasing,” Wise says, poking Lighter in the chest. “And you don’t have to go so slow. I can take it. You won’t break me.”
Lighter stares into Wise’s eyes trying to find a hint of uncertainty but Wise stares unwavering back. He wants this, wants Lighter to take everything and wants everything Lighter has to offer.
“Okay,” Lighter murmurs softly against Wise’s lips, that soft, tender emotion shining bright in his green-eyed gaze again, scent heavy and thick. “Whatever you want, Wise. I’ll give it to you.”
Lighter pushes forward, pace picking up, cock sliding further in and Wise gasps, head tilting back as Lighter gives a sharp thrust, his cock bullying its way inside, carving a home inside of him. Wise bites his bottom lip, whining high in his throat, god, Lighter is just so big, cock so hot, so thick. One hand grips the back of Lighter’s neck and the other against his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh and Lighter groans mouth moving against Wise’s neck where he presses an open-mouthed kiss against his skin, right above his scent glands, teeth lightly nipping the flesh.
Lighter is all the way in and Wise has never had something so deep inside of him. Lighter’s cock feels like it’s rearranging his insides and he feels so incredibly full and despite the burn Wise finds out he likes the feeling. He likes it so much, loves it. It’s driving him crazy.
“Fuck, Wise you’re so tight,” Lighter pants out his hands gripping Wise’s waist tight. “You feel so good around me.”
Wise stares at Lighter’s face through hazy teary eyes, taking in his flushed cheeks, his eyes closed tight with pleasure, the taut muscles of his neck. He looks like he’s just seconds away from losing control, sounds wrecked and Wise is immensely pleased he’s the one who caused Lighter to look like that. Lighter opens his eyes and the desire pouring out of those orbs makes Wise shiver. Lighter bends down to kiss him, tongue probing at his mouth and Wise opens up, moaning as Lighter releases all that desire into his kiss that consumes him. Lighter pulls away and presses his forehead against Wise’s, hands moving to cup his cheeks.
“Does it hurt?” Lighter asks, voice deep yet soft.
“No,” Wise’s voice is airy and light, sounding far off, like he’s not all there, mind already turning to mush from Lighter’s cock. “I like the way you feel. So deep an’ full.”
“Shit, swee-Wise you’re going to drive me crazy,” Lighter groans, kissing Wise again. “Do you want me to move?”
“Please, please,” Wise moans begging for it, pitch needy. “Want you, Lighter. Want you to take me apart.”
“Fuck, fuck, what did I do to deserve you,” Lighter’s tightly closes his eyes forehead falling to Wise shoulder, he nuzzles the skin with his nose and presses a kiss there too. “If that’s what you want. I’ll do it. Anything. Anything for you.”
Lighter pulls back and grips Wise’s waist again tight enough to bruise. He thrusts shallowly a few times, letting Wise get used to the motion of Lighter moving inside of him. Wise whines and clenches down tight causing Lighter to curse and moan. Wise’s cock which had flagged when Lighter started to push in, grows harder again and slick gushes from his hole.
“More, more, don’t stop” Wise repeats like a mantra, moans getting louder, and more unrestrained. He wants this so badly, has never wanted anything more.
Lighter pulls out his cock from Wise’s hole before roughly thrusting back in, this time harder and deeper and his dick manages to brush against Wise’s prostrate, setting off fireworks of intense pleasure. Wise screams and cries, back arching and shakes with the force of the feeling.
“There, there ahn right there!” Wise yells, delirious with how good it feels.
Lighter who has complete control over his body, is able to find that perfect spot, his dick hitting it with each thrust. Wise feels like he's going to explode, it's so good, it’s too much, it’s not enough, he wants more, he wants Lighter to ruin him.
The pace Lighter sets is brutal, intense, gone is the gentleness Lighter displayed at the start, control snapped. There’s a wild, feral spark in his eyes, the one he gets when he’s in a fight with his life on the line. It’s so attractive, Wise thinks Lighter has never looked hotter.
He grips Lighter’s shoulders, hands moving down his back to bring him closer, wanting him near. His nails drag down his skin, but Lighter doesn’t seem to mind. He leans forward kissing Wise hard, biting his lower lip, plunging his tongue inside, letting it drag against Wise’s.
“You’re perfect Wise, so fucking perfect.” Lighter says pulling away to moan against his mouth and the praise makes Wise kiss him again and again, makes him want to take, and take.
Lighter thrusts don’t falter and he lifts one of Wise’s legs over his shoulder, bending Wise’s body, giving him better access to go deeper, thrust harder, make stars dance across Wise’s vision, make his mind spiral with how good it is, how perfectly Lighter is able to play his body like an instrument he knows inside out. Wise feels the molten heat in his gut spill over, pressure building and he knows he won’t last much longer.
“Close,” Wise whines, tears falling from his eyes, drool slipping down his chin. “Hahh, Lighter. I’m close, please, please.”
Wise isn’t sure what he’s begging for but Lighter seems to know exactly what he wants. He pulls all the way out, before slamming hard into Wise, jostling him up the bed from the force of it. Lighter’s thick dick presses right against his prostate, grinding into that spot and Wise screams from the intensity of the feeling, mind gone. Lighter does it again and again and Wise can no longer take anymore.
He cums hard, harder than before, pearly liquid shooting up from his dick onto his stomach. It’s so intense that Wise's vision turns white his mouth open in a silent scream, voice lost, mind gone.
Lighter isn’t far behind him. The older man lets out a guttural groan as Wise milks his cock through his orgasm, clenching down tight, hole a vice around his dick. Lighter thrusts shallowly a few times before spilling into the condom, a thick wet heat that Wise can feel though the material and, in that moment, Wise wishes that the condom wasn’t there and that he could feel Lighter’s cum paint his insides, claim him everywhere and what a reckless thought that is to have.
Neither of them move after their orgasm, panting as they try to catch their breath.
Wise feels completely spent, body collapsing onto the bed, chest heaving. It’s like all the strength has left him, he can’t move an inch, can only gasp and shake and stare at nothing.
It takes a minute before Lighter pulls his cock out of his hole, covered in slick that has completely made a mess of the sheets underneath them. He takes the condom off, tying it before tossing it into the garbage can. Wise hears him move off the bed, too tired to turn his head and hears Lighter stepping across the room, grabbing something before making his way over. The bed creaks and Lighter gets back on and Wise feels something soft brush against his stomach, cleaning off the cum that fell onto his skin.
The touch is gentle and soothing and Wise feels his eyes grow heavy. He’s so tired, his body really isn’t built for this kind of high energy activity.
“You feeling, alright?” Lighter asks, towel moving lower to wipe away the mess he made of Wise’s ass.
Wise barely hears him, mind drifting in and out, sleep calling out to him like a siren’s sweet song.
“Hmm…yeah…just…give me a moment…” Wise mumbles, voice slow and sluggish, his eyes slowly closing. “You…were right about the…orgasm…11 out of 10…” his voice petters off and he hears Lighter chuckle softly.
Everything begins to grow fuzzy and Wise can no longer fight the urge to let sleep take him. He just needs a short nap, just a few minutes, five, six or ten. Maybe thirty.
As the world fades to black Wise vaguely feels Lighter’s hand brush against his cheek and gently brush his hair away from face, fingers tenderly tracing the edge of his jaw. Wise leans into the touch and in the darkness, Wise thinks he hears Lighter mumble out: ‘You’ve got me completely wrapped around your finger…’
But there’s no way that can be true.
Still, it’s a nice thought and Wise falls into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.
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Wise groggily wakes up to an unfamiliar ceiling, eyes blinking open slowly.
He squints at it and wonders what the hell happened to the beams above his bed. It takes a few more seconds of his brain rebooting for Wise to realize that he is not currently in his room right now. Alarm bells go off in his head. Where the hell is he?
Wise quickly sits up and immediately regrets that decision, pain shooting up his back, making him double over.
“Urgghh,” Wise groans out, clutching the area. What the hell did he do? It feels like he got body slammed by a huge ethereal.
“You okay, Manager?”
Wise jumps, eyes widening at the unexpected voice and he turns his head catching sight of Lighter, who’s tugging his shirt back on. He tracks the way Lighter’s muscles move and the red marks that litter his back which quickly get hidden from view. The wheels in Wise’s brain turn and he suddenly remembers where he is, what he was doing and the reason behind the pain radiating from his back and waist and why Lighter’s back looks like it got mauled by a cat.
He had sex with Lighter.
Mind-blowing sex.
Sex that Wise will probably never forget his whole life.
“Does your back hurt?” Lighter asks, making his way over, concern on his face, as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, guess I went overboard, sort of forget it was your first time near the end.”
Wise blushes as memories come rushing back to the forefront of his mind. Memories of Lighter’s big hands, of his heated kisses, of the way his lips felt wrapped around his cock, how his dick pushed in and out of him, pounding at his ass, how Wise asked Lighter to take him apart, which he definitely did.
“I uhh, it’s okay. I was sort of asking for it,” Wise says, looking away to stare at some spot on the wall, doing his best to will those images away, he does not have the energy to whack out a boner, right now.
“Still, I should have been gentler,” Lighter replies. “I can give you a massage if you want, I’m pretty good with my hands.”
Oh, Wise knows just how good Lighter is with his hands.
No, no, stop thinking about it.
Wise quickly shakes his head. If Lighter were to touch him, he is 100% sure his cock will act up against his will.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. What time is it anyway?” Wise asks, quickly changing the topic. There’s no window in the hotel room, so Wise isn’t sure just how much time passed.
“6am,” Lighter says, he bends down to pick up the clothes off the ground and hands Wise his own to change into. “You passed out right after we did it and I didn’t want to wake you. Ended up falling asleep myself soon after you.”
That means Wise has been here for about seven hours, way longer than what he intended. He digs his hand in the pockets of his jacket to pull out his phone. There are a few texts and a phone call from Belle and Wise feels guilt tugging at the edge of his heart knowing he made his little sister worried. He quickly types out an: ‘I’m still alive, don’t worry, heading home soon.’
He puts his phone away and gets out of the bed, grabbing his clothes to put them on, doing his best to change without flinching from the way his muscles protest with every move he makes.
Note to self: Sex is just as intense as running nonstop through a hollow.
When he’s fully dressed Wise turns to face Lighter who’s also back in his usual outfit, sunglasses in place on his face and watching Wise with an unreadable expression, arms crossed. He’s quiet, mouth pressed in a thin line and Wise is unsure what he should say to him. He never knew the morning after could feel so awkward. There’s a tension in the air between them that Wise doesn’t know how to break.
They crossed a line last night, did something normal friends didn’t. Wise isn’t sure what to do next.
Can they even go back to being just friends after this?
“So, you feeling better?” Lighter asks, breaking the silence that settled over them.
“Huh?” Wise says blinking dumbly at him.
“That problem you had, you said things have been tough for your body since you turned. Did this help a little?” Lighter elaborates and Wise thinks it over.
It’s too early to tell but this is the first uninterrupted sleep Wise has had in a while. True it could be attributed to the intense exercise his body went through and despite the pain in his back, Wise feels refreshed in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. That hollow feeling that’s been plaquing him since his first heat is no longer present. He feels more like himself and less like a zombie, mind sharp and clear.
“Yeah, I think it did,” Wise answers. “I’m actually feeling better than I was yesterday.”
Lighter smiles at him, looking relieved, posture relaxing a fraction.
“That’s good, I’m glad I could help you.”
“You really didn’t have to, you know.” Wise says, that earlier guilt he felt at the start returning, prickling at the corner of his heart. “Doing all this for me, I don’t know how I can repay you…”
“You don’t have to,” Lighter replies, brushing off his gratitude. “It was fun for me too and like I said if you ever need help with anything I’m willing to do whatever you need.”
Wise doesn’t doubt Lighter’s words, he basically proved them last night, but still, it’s hard for him to wrap his head around how much Lighter is willing to do for him. Wise loves and cares for his friends but he doesn’t think he’d ever go this far for them. He doesn’t know what he did for Lighter to treat him this way, to care about him this much, what makes him so special.
He doesn’t get it but he does know that Lighter really is too good for him.
“Thanks…” Wise mumbles, feeling overwhelmed by Lighter’s generosity, heart fluttering in his chest.
“I’m here for you Manager…also…” Lighter trails off and Wise watches as the older man pauses pondering over something. A few seconds pass before he makes up his mind and says: “If you ever need help with your…problem again, just let me know and I’ll head over.”
Wise’s eyes widen, taken aback by Lighter’s words.
He’s basically saying he’ll have sex with him again if he asks and Wise almost doesn’t believe him, but Lighter wouldn’t lie to him, especially not about this. Wise thought this was a onetime deal but as always, the Champion knows how to land a surprise hit out of nowhere.
Wise thinks over what Lighter is offering and the thought of doing this again with him makes his pulse spike, makes something warm blossom inside of chest, makes butterflies erupt in his ribcage.
“Really?” Wise asks, his tone sounding a little too hopeful. “You’re…you’re okay with that?”
“Of course, it’s only sex, I don’t mind,” Lighter says with a shrug, acting like sleeping with a friend isn’t that big of a deal.
That warm, bubbly feeling fizzes out, getting replaced with something colder. Only sex. Wise wonders why those words sting. Isn’t it good that Lighter doesn’t see it as anything more? That’s what he wants…right? That’s all he should want.
“We’re pretty compatible and I’m a much safer option than any other Alpha around.” Lighter continues and Wise knows he’s not wrong. He feels safer with Lighter than any other Alpha he knows. “I won’t ever do anything you won't like.”
Wise believes him, Lighter would never hurt him.
“Okay…I’ll text you if I need your help again.” He says finding no reason to refuse but still he can’t help but ask one more time. “Are…are you really sure about this?”
“I am,” Lighter replies, shoulders relaxing like a weight has been lifted off them. “The Champion never goes back on his word.” His smile grows and Wise wonders why the other man looks so happy.
He doesn’t ask since he can’t exactly explain why he suddenly feels a bit giddy too.
With their agreement settled both men leave the hotel room and set off to Lumina Square. Lighter walks Wise to the metro station and stays until Wise enters the train, fading away from view as it moves further and further away. When the man is out of sight Wise leans against the glass, resting his head against the cold surface. In the quiet his mind processes everything that’s happened. He thinks about Lighter, thinks about his relationship with the man. They are friends. Close friends. Close friends who just slept together. Close friends who agreed to keep sleeping together.
Wise knows Lighter is just doing this to help him and he’d only ask to have sex with him to relieve his problem, there’s nothing more to it.
Still, it will definitely change things between them. In what ways, Wise isn’t sure.
He just hopes it’s not a bad change.