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"If you lose, I get to bitch you."
The words seemed to echo through the empty streets, loud enough that everyone around them heard what Kojiro said loud and clear, so there was no backing down from it. For all intents and purposes, Kaoru had set himself up for that. He had taunted the living shit out of his best friend in public over his alpha status, calling him a knotbrain and saying that Kojiro would trip and fall on his gigantic, unearned alpha ego. So nobody was surprised that the response was in kind - it was the meaning of it that made all those present gape. To them, this must seem like it was all about humiliating Kaoru, but they didn't know.
Since they had started puberty, Kojiro had been harping on and on about how Kaoru would definitely be a cute little omega. Maybe some of it was just friendly ribbing, but at some point it had become more like teasing, bordering on too much. It bothered Kaoru for some reason, though he couldn't explain it beyond what he always replied with - no Sakurayashiki men had presented as omegas before, a strong and proud lineage of respectable alphas representing the family through history. Only the women in his family were omegas, and he too would be an alpha, just like his father. His body was slowly but surely getting there, developing all of the same alpha traits that Kojiro's did. Kaoru was just a late bloomer, that was all.
Kojiro had presented right after turning thirteen, right around the proper age for it. Now that they were almost sixteen, everyone was just waiting for Kaoru to present as an alpha as well.
Maybe the way Kojiro looked now was getting to him, making him feel self conscious. His best friend had been bulking up a lot lately, to add insult to the injury of his latest growth spurt. All in all, he now towered over Kaoru without any effort and there was a real, terrifying possibility that Kojiro could lift him… like an alpha would an omega.
Kaoru was shorter, smaller than literally every other alpha they knew. People often complimented him on his elegant traits and, while those were also found in every alpha of his lineage, including his father, they were still remarkably androgynous - that was something the Sakurayashiki were known for. It wasn't that uncommon for male alphas to have long hair or softer traits, even if it was rare for someone to present so late.
And yet, Kojiro's… everything got on his nerves. His fucking peacocking most of all, showing off his stupidly fit physique and showering the world at large in alpha stink whenever possible. Like he was taunting Kaoru with his every move, as if the teasing words were not enough.
It got to a point where his mouth ran off without him and got him into trouble in front of all of their friends and a bunch of strangers, making it impossible to back down.
Trouble being a bet, because this was them and shit often boiled down to dumb bets.
That Kaoru proceeded to lose spectacularly.
The second the race ended and he stopped, nearly falling on his ass from his sudden skidding stop, a wave of voices crowing 'ohhhhhhhhh' erupted around them. Kojiro kicked his skateboard up into his hands with practiced ease, muscles flexing under a light sheen of sweat, and smirked at him. Kaoru had no idea why the first thought that crossed his mind, before anything else, was that the smirk didn’t reach his friend's eyes - there was something else there. He was staring so intensely, like he knew something that Kaoru didn't, and it made his heart skip an unexplained beat.
Then realization hit him and he groaned out loud, scoffed at Kojiro with a, "Ugh, whatever. You win," and skated away to cool off. Staying there would only result in annoying questions he didn't want to hear, ones he had no fucking idea how to answer, and there was nothing left for him to lose that night.
His best friend didn't follow him, probably knowing it would only make him bristle. Kaoru ended up shoplifting a can of Strong Zero to drink alone at the playground, like a fucking loser. And that was for the better, because if he was going to be pathetic in his sulking, he'd rather do it alone.
He wasn't even that mad about losing, only about it being so public. It didn't make sense in his own head, and he didn't know why he felt the way that he did about any part of this whole thing, so it was easier to drink and not think.
It didn't come up for three days afterwards. The unpleasant weight of something left unspoken made every interaction between them at school weird, which was bad, and drove Kaoru to avoid Kojiro like the plague, which was worse. But they were stuck together, a matching set since they were toddlers and unable to stay apart for too long, so on the fourth day he inevitably ended up in Kojiro's house after school, like he always did.
They sat down to watch a movie like everything was normal. It wasn't, but clearly neither wanted to broach the subject. Rich, considering they were in this situation because of Kojiro's terms for their stupid bet. Now that he could 'claim his prize' or whatever, he seemed rather unwilling to do so.
That got on Kaoru's nerves more than anything else about their inane predicament.
"Okay, fine, how are we gonna do this?" he asked when the silence became unbearable, because he was not about to run away or beg to be let off the hook. If there was one thing Kojiro wouldn't get from this, it was a sign of cowardice from him. If his friend thought he could bitch Kaoru, let him try.
His friend looked like a deer in headlights for a moment, staring back at him, before shaking himself like a wet dog. The glint in his eyes made something stir inside Kaoru, a nervousness that made him shift in his seat. "You're ready to become an omega, then?" Kojiro asked with that punchable smirk he'd developed over the last couple of years.
Rolling his eyes, Kaoru huffed and turned away from him, looking at the screen again as if he cared about the movie. "I bet you don't even know how to do that, if it even works."
The extra goading made his friend's eyes narrow, his chest rising with a deep inhale. It wasn't intimidating, it wasn't scary - Kaoru had never once felt that way about his best friend, nor did he ever expect to. Whatever the feeling Kojiro caused in him was called, it sat deep in his chest, like a snake under a rock, and he had no idea what to do with it.
They were lounging side by side on the couch just like they had always done, alone in the house until Kojiro's sisters came back from school. For at least the next hour, they were alone in the house. Just the two of them, free to start this damned experiment - Kaoru refused to give it any credit until he saw some results, if any were even possible.
Kojiro got on his feet and looked down at him the way he'd seen other alphas do with their omegas, despite them being in public. Kind of like a predator eyeing their dinner in unabashed hunger. "Oh, I know what I'm doing, I've done my reading. Alright, then. Let's start with you kneeling like a good omega," his friend retorted pointedly, nodding at the space right in front of him on the floor.
Kaoru thought about asking if he was serious, but that would be stupid. That didn't sound like a joke, it sounded like a poorly disguised order. And Kojiro fully expected him to obey.
Because he had to. Fuck.
This was the most bizarre and humiliating thing he'd done in his entire life, Kaoru could feel his cheeks burning, but he wasn't about to chicken out. That would mean ending this, whatever this was, though he wasn't entirely sure what his friend was getting out of this situation - Kojiro seemed very invested in this. Weirdly invested, in a way that made Kaoru's heart skip a beat if he thought about it for too long, or at all, really.
In fact, he didn't want to think about any of this. He just wanted to get through this stupid reddit ass guide on how to 'bitch' someone and prove it wrong. Even if it cost him a little bit of his dignity in the process, he'd prove it was all bullshit in the end.
So Kaoru took a deep breath and knelt, looking up at his best friend expectantly. "Fine, I'll play obedient omega. What else?" he demanded, rolling his eyes.
"Is that any way for you to be speaking to an alpha?" Kojiro asked back, grabbing his nape hard enough that the only thing he could do in response was gasp. Strong fingers held onto him tight, digging into the skin, and something in him panicked a little. Not like the full blown-out panic attacks he sometimes had and his friend always helped him out of, but in a deeper sense, in his core, making Kaoru bristle. "Don't fight it."
"Are—" he tried, voice breaking pathetically, and cleared his throat before trying again. "Are you trying to scruff me?"
Kojiro smirked instead of backing down, showing absolutely no respect for what little alpha energy he could put into his words. They sounded weak even to his own ears. This could not affect him. Kaoru wasn't an omega, for fuck's sake. "I know what you're thinking, that this isn't gonna work, but look at you. It's already working," his friend retorted, still holding him, still fucking scruffing him like a misbehaving pup, worse, like his— "You could very well have shaken me off already if you really were meant to be an alpha. So why haven't you?"
Kaoru bit the inside of his cheek not to say that it was because he was no coward, and therefore he'd go through with this shit to the bitter end. He refused to admit he was uncomfortable, that he was… No. Nope, not doing it. What could he say, then? "You haven't proven shit."
"Sure thing, princess," Kojiro chuckled, raising his wrist to Kaoru's eyeline. His grip tightened the slightest bit, just for a moment, to make him turn his face toward it. "Now be a good boy and let me scent you."
He could not be serious about this. They weren't kids anymore, and certainly not packmates either. The only other alternative would be mates, as this wasn't something that friends did - an alpha scenting another outside of some weird pack dynamic? Unheard of. "You're kidding me, right?"
His best friend didn't so much as flinch at his hiss, pressing closer to his face but not actually touching him. No, of course not. There was an unspoken order there, to nuzzle into his scent gland and take in his scent, as an omega would. It was humiliating and demeaning for an alpha to do this, even if Kaoru himself didn't think that way - his gut reaction was simply that, to resist and fight it because this wasn't him, it wasn't, it wasn't—
Then why did he have to stop himself from leaning in and obeying, though?
"This won't work," he grumbled, taking a deep breath before nuzzling into Kojiro's wrist, pressing his cheek against the scent gland there in the most deadpan way possible. This was insane and he refused to play nice, annoyed at the way his friend was speaking to him.
Except Kojiro didn't let him pull away, clearly not satisfied with his half-assed obedience. The hand on his nape tightened again, making something in Kaoru's soui react strangely, and pushed him harder into the alpha's wrist. "Come on, you can do better than that," Kojiro taunted, mirth and challenge lacing his tone.
Kaoru looked up at him, stomach full of butterflies in a way that made him desperate to look anywhere else instead. That wasn't an option, though. His honor was in line here, for fuck's sake. He didn't hide his frown as he started rubbing his face on his friend's wrist, inhaling the potent alpha scent that poured freely from his gland, and it didn't bother him as much as it should. Gods, it really didn't, the smell of a virile, young alpha in his prime filling Kaoru's lungs in a way that nothing ever had. There was a part of him that still bristled, upset at the show of submission to another alpha, but it paled in comparison to the strange feeling that took over him as he was covered in Kojiro's scent.
"That— that's better," his friend murmured, pulling him away a little bit. There was something in his face that Kaoru couldn't read, in part because he felt a bit… off, hazy after whatever the fuck that was. Kojiro didn't let him even try to ask, stepping away and putting some much needed distance between them with a deep breath. "You did good, omega."
That was the lamest, most awkward bit of praise Kaoru had ever received and it was still enough to make him blush violently. He had to duck his head and keep his eyes firmly on the floor to try and hide it, though the way his breath caught was probably a dead giveaway. Why was he feeling like this? Why had the loss of contact hit him so hard when Kojiro stopped scruffing him? Why was his heart racing? Fuck, what the fuck was wrong with him?
"See? It's not so bad, behaving like the sweet little omega you are," Kojiro continued and this time it was clear in his voice that he was winging it, the unearned alpha confidence giving way to his own natural bashfulness for a moment. Kaoru saw him shift a little on his feet, then move to sit down again. "You can stay there from now on, at a real alpha's feet," his friend added, hand delving into his hair.
To say that Kaoru froze would be an understatement. What few, weak alpha instincts he had in him rebelled and surged with the need to get up, shake Kojiro's hand off his hair, possibly bite him for his audacity— But he didn't. Gods, he should and he wanted to, he did, it was the right thing to do. What an absurd idea, for him to sit on the floor and act submissive, to accept this semi-scruffing state where he was held in place by a heavy, warm hand lightly caressing his scalp. Kaoru should be thoroughly offended and cussing out his friend… but he let Kojiro keep him there.
"I'm gonna kick your fucking ass for this shit," he grumbled, seething quietly as he settled with his back against the couch. Without looking, Kaoru reached back over his head to grab a cushion so he could sit on it and better sell his lie. "Mind you, I'm only staying here 'cause I'm comfortable."
Kojiro had the gall to chuckle at that, fingers tangling into his hair and drawing a sigh he tried really hard to hide. "Yeah, sure thing, princess."
Kaoru at least managed to elbow his leg, making him yelp, and that was a victory. A tiny one, but he'd take it. Better than nothing.
-*-
That did indeed become a routine for them, despite his complaints and attempts to show displeasure. After only a week of progressively more frequent scruffings, every time they hung out involved Kaoru acting out the part of the subservient omega, sitting at his friend's feet and accepting Kojiro's hand in his hair, or on his nape. Even when they were with their friends, he made a point of scruffing Kaoru and calling him an omega. The only reason why Kojiro didn't do it in front of his parents was probably because the opportunity didn't present itself.
The scenting, however, became a more frequent thing and Kaoru tried really hard not to read into it.
Mates often scented one another a couple of times a week, daily if they were really clingy or going through emotional turmoil. There was a comforting aspect to the act, one that it shared with familial and pack scenting. It was excessive and weird to scent someone several times a day. Someone might call it overwhelming, if not downright smothering.
Kojiro started pretty much greeting him wrist-first, barely sparing him a 'good morning' before marking Kaoru with his scent. By lunch time, even if it hadn't faded yet, his friend repeated the dose while scruffing him, drowning him in the strong, potent alpha scent. When they hung out with their friends after school or studied in Kaoru's bedroom, Kojiro had him covered in his scent the entire time, so much so that Kaoru wondered if anyone could smell him anymore.
His own family found it strange, but didn't comment. Nobody ever talked in his family, about anything, until it became an issue. Kaoru's mother simply looked at him weird and at Kojiro even weirder every time he came over to their house, like she was annoyed but not exactly surprised that her son now stank of another alpha. Maybe it was just part of him continuously disappointing her, and his father probably never expected any better of him anyway.
The Nanjo, however, seemed profoundly amused by this development. Kojiro's sisters giggled and gossiped about them with all the subtlety children were capable of, which was none, and his mother had taken to teasing them about the scent thing. Lightly, just saying how cute it was that Kaoru now smelled like her son all the time, and similarly cringey shit.
Kojiro wasn't exactly keeping it a secret, even if he wasn't loudly boasting to his family that he was bitching Kaoru. Of course they would notice, and humiliate him further in the process. Maybe that was part of it, despite them being otherwise perfectly normal about omegas' places in society - Kojiro's mother commanded plenty of respect in her home, taking no shit from her children, not even her big and burly alpha son.
It was just him.
It should piss him off more, but it made him squirm on the floor instead, where he knelt by his friend's feet. Thankfully the angle hid his tenting pants from Kojiro's view, but he still had to control himself and fight against his body's stupid reactions so his scent wouldn't give away his arousal. If Kaoru kept his shit together and thought really hard about something gross, maybe he could kill his boner before things got any worse.
"You okay down there, omega?" Kojiro asked, tugging on his hair a little bit.
Kaoru sighed and then promptly tried to turn it into a yawn, covering his lips as fast as possible. Fuck it, he was sleepy and there was no use pretending otherwise, so he might as well lean into it. "Can we go to sleep yet? I'm not really paying attention to this shit," he replied, gesturing at the TV. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure what they were supposed to be watching anymore - his mind had gone a little fuzzy while he pretended very hard not to enjoy the feeling of Kojiro's nails lightly scratching his scalp.
His friend was silent for a moment, which didn't bode well for him. That kind of quiet was a prelude to more bullshit. And sure enough, the alpha pulled harder on his hair to make Kaoru sit up and look at him, his cock twitching at the sudden stimulation. "You didn't even complain this time," Kojiro murmured, thumb brushing some drool off the corner of his mouth.
If his scent hadn't yet given away his growing arousal, it certainly would now. Kaoru wanted to say something snarky in response, but nothing came to him, too preoccupied with the fact that he had indeed not voiced his displeasure even once today. Not about the scenting, nor the scruffing, and especially not about being called an omega.
Had he resigned himself to this? No, no, that wasn't true. It was just… He was tired. It was easy to lose track of things and forget to put up an objection after weeks of this nonsense.
"Already learned your place?" Kojiro asked softly, only a twitch of the corner of his mouth hinting that he was mocking Kaoru. Almost as if it was an afterthought, there and gone in a moment, before his friend's hand moved to hold him by the chin. "You like it there, huh? Being an obedient little omega."
"Shut up, this doesn't mean—" Kaoru cut himself off with a gasp, freezing in place as his best friend's thumb brushed over his bottom lip. Gently at first, or perhaps hesitant, but it affected him in ways that he couldn't deny even if he found the words to try. Fuck, he—
"You know what else good omegas do for real alphas?" the alpha currently teasing his mouth asked.
Kaoru swallowed hard, feeling like the motion lasted a lifetime and accidentally pulled Kojiro's thumb past his lips. Or maybe they moved together, in a strange kind of sync, both aware of the answer to his question. Either way, Kaoru's weak alpha instincts reared from whatever recess they had been chased off to, rebelling against the notion of pleasuring another this way. It wasn't just the mimicking of a cock entering his mouth, nor just the words his friend had chosen to use while doing so. Gods, it wasn't even that he was still kneeling at Kojiro's feet, though that certainly contributed to the problem.
No, it was that when Kaoru looked up at him, all he felt was vulnerable and needy. The real problem, the reason why his sad excuse for an alpha's instincts freaked out in that moment, was that his dick throbbed in response to having his alpha's thumb pressing down on his tongue.
"There you go, good omegas love having their mouths full," Kojiro groaned as he angled Kaoru's head and pushed in deeper, enough to make him let out a noise, then… pulled his thumb out. Trailing spit over his lips, spreading it to wet them, oh, only to hold his face properly and fill his mouth with two fingers instead. They were longer and, together, thicker than his thumb, going deeper than Kaoru expected and lightly triggering his gag reflex— "You can do it, omega."
Could he? His mind was full of cotton, everything else bleeding away around him except for the hands holding him in place, the fingers in his hair and in his mouth, the molten lava flowing down his spine. Something in his core was burning like a wildfire, eager to please, happy to be teased despite the conflicting feeling lingering in his gut. It simply wouldn't come out, as if stopped dead in his throat by the slow rhythm of Kojiro's fingers driving deeper inside, easing him into it.
Fuck, Kaoru was sucking on his best friend's fingers.
His eyes opened as realization hit him along with a new, intense jolt of arousal. It didn't help that what he saw was Kojiro watching him, entranced by his obedience, sporting a bulge that shouldn't make Kaoru's mouth water even more. That was the cause of his second realization and subsequent moan, that the intoxicating scent filling his lungs was of his alpha's need. No, shit, not his alpha, not—
The thought of pulling away crossed his mind and disappeared just as quickly, erased by another tug on his hair. Direction, for him to adjust and obey, having his head bobbed back and forth on Kojiro’s fingers. And Kaoru let him do it, wrapping his lips more firmly around the intrusion and sucking properly, because he was so fucking horny right now that he couldn't think. Gods, this felt so good.
It felt so… So…
"That's enough," Kojiro decided seemingly at random after a little while. How long, Kaoru couldn't tell. Definitely long enough that when he pulled his fingers out they remained connected through a line of drool, even more dripping down Kaoru's chin. Did the alpha sound strained? It was hard to make sense of it while so fucking horny. "We'll do this again tomorrow."
Tomorrow. As in, part of his bitching process. Just another step towards changing him, transforming him into an obedient, soft, docile omega. At least when it came to his mate, and when it came to being bred, like it was an omega's purpose in life. Even if he worked and kept the family tradition, even if he was a respected professional and a productive member of society, he'd one day be mated, subservient to his alpha. Those were the implications at play here, what would be expected of him and what Kaoru himself couldn't help but think about this situation.
Did Kojiro think of him that way? Was it all his friend viewed him as, a future mate for an alpha and broodmother? Kaoru didn't want to believe that. Their society and their secondary genders aside, he hoped his best friend wasn't doing this out of some misguided perception about him. Some negative view of him that Kojiro had never expressed before, one that didn't even make any sense considering how he treated other omegas. And if that was the case, was the goal of bitching Kaoru just about proving that he could?
If not… then why? Why do all this? Why make him so confused and uncomfortable and horny?
"Come on, let's go to sleep," Kojiro offered softly, helping him back to his feet and steadying him with a hand on his waist. A hand that had just made him look like a desperate slut, ready to please and beg for an alpha to get him off… like an omega.
Fuck.
Kaoru didn't argue because he didn't have it in himself to do it after his arousal simply fizzled out, ignored until it went away. It definitely wasn't because he couldn't trust himself to tell Kojiro off for making him hard and not giving him any relief, or for wanting to bitch him to begin with. There was just no way in hell that he would let himself ask for something that he didn't even actually want, just out of brainless need in a moment of weakness. His dick didn't have a mind of its own and it wouldn't boss him around, and he wasn't an omega.
Kojiro making him think of how his nice an alpha's cock would feel in his mouth was a one time thing. It would not happen again.
It would not happen again, Kaoru kept telling himself over and over as that, too, became part of their routine. Not as frequently as the other stuff, in part because opportunities for Kojiro to fingerfuck his mouth were rather few and far between. They couldn't just do that while sitting on the curb with their friends late at night or during study sessions on weekend afternoons at the Nanjo house. The risk of someone catching them was too high and that would be… bad. Awkward, more than anything else, but also humiliating for both of them instead of just for Kaoru.
He hated how into it he was. All of it. Especially the way he had to fight the urge to jerk off after each session, refusing to get off on submitting to Kojiro like that even when he was alone again. And he hated that, the longer this shit went on for, the weirder it felt to say anything. From the moment he swallowed his words and let Kojiro's fingers brush the back of his throat, he was kind of screwed.
Of course the 'not saying anything' included any and all conversations about what any of this meant for their friendship. How could they ever go back to how things were before? Were things going to be weird between them from now on? Kaoru didn't want things to change. Losing Kojiro would…
So he didn't even try. It was easier and safer to just roll with this whole thing, sitting at the alpha's feet, playing nice, sucking on his fingers as if he was an omega. Which he wasn't. And this bitching thing was not going to work, so whatever.
Kaoru would deal with the effects of all this later on down the line, once Kojiro gave up. Quitting wasn't in the cards for him, ever, and all he could do was hope their friendship wouldn't be ruined by their stubbornness in a really dumb form of mutually assured destruction.
-*-
Kaoru's book bag made a very unpleasant thud as it hit the floor of Kojiro's bedroom, heavier than usual because they had a big test coming up next week. "I picked up a couple of books from the library—"
"Yeah, no, we're starting your practice first," Kojiro cut him off, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
Seeing his friend's forearms flexing was absolutely not doing things to him. His breath didn't catch at the way Kojiro stepped closer to him, seeming so much taller and more imposing now than he used to, as if he was growing into his status as an alpha. Or was it— It didn't matter, because it wasn't important that Kaoru felt smaller next to him, vulnerable under his gaze, arousal already stirring in his gut. "What, are you serious?" he asked, indignation and disbelief making his pitch a little too high.
"Nope. And it's time you start behaving more like the good, obedient omega you are," the alpha replied simply, slipping his hand under Kaoru's hair to grab his nape. The familiarity of the gesture didn't escape him, the practiced ease with which Kojiro subdued him and sent his heart racing. It delayed Kaoru's reaction, distracting him from the words he had just said, and what? "Take your clothes off."
"What?!"
"You heard me," his alpha— no, not his alpha, fuck that, the bastard wasn't going to break him this easily. Kojiro's tone was so firm, his hand so warm, his scent so fucking potent— And the way he was looking at Kaoru made his knees buckle a little bit. "You're going to take your clothes off and present for me."
"You've gotta be kidding me," was all the response he could muster while faced with Kojiro's order. Just the thought of that was enough to send so much blood rushing down south, though that felt different lately. Just another thing that Kaoru refused to acknowledge.
"Nope. Go on, omega," his friend retorted pointedly, squeezing his nape, shit, his breath caught again—
Fuck it. Fuck it!
Kaoru undressed like he'd done dozens of times in front of Kojiro, pretending this wasn't any different from going to the beach or bathing together in the onsen. There was nothing going on, nothing could make things weird, he was just taking his clothes off until he was only in his underwear in order to put his ass up like an omega, offering his body for an alpha to take and breed.
It was no big deal.
This should bother him more, being forced into doing this stuff. Even thinking that way was more upsetting, because Kojiro really wasn't forcing him to do shit. He could say no. He could put his clothes back on and leave, or not have taken them off at all. And yet Kaoru obeyed like a good omega would, justifying it in his head for the thousandth time that this was just a matter of proving Kojiro wrong. Nothing would change if he did the things his friend told him to do because he wasn't an omega, he was just obeying to prove a point.
That logic felt flimsy even before Kaoru knelt on the bed, breathing deep once, twice, and then then lowered himself into presenting for his alpha. No, not his alpha, he wasn't—
Kojiro groaned out loud and he could feel his ass clenching. Gods, okay, he needed to keep his shit together. "There we go," his friend murmured, placing a hand on his lower back. Could someone's body heat burn, or was Kaoru just losing his mind? Gods, he wished it did, wished the palm of Kojiro's hand seared his skin and stayed there— What the fuck was he thinking? "What a good omega you are, so pretty and submissive."
"Shut up," Kaoru mumbled, unable to lift his head and look at his friend as he said it.
"What's that?" Kojiro asked, no, demanded in a slightly mocking tone. Just slightly, though, because the sharp edge of an alpha fully in control of the situation was the one thing Kaoru focused on instead. It did things to him, it reminded him that he had never sounded like that and maybe he never would, maybe he didn't even want to sound so dominating. And his cock twitched at it, thankfully out of Kojiro's view. "Something you wanna say to me, omega?"
"I'm not an omega," Kaoru hissed, turning his face just enough to show his anger but still avoiding his friend's gaze. Gods, he wanted to look.
The hand on his back trailed down the arch of his spine, pushing his hair out of the way to settle on the back of his head, then tugged on his hair. It didn't hurt, not really, but it sent a delicious zap through his body, something hot further unfurling in his gut as a response to Kojiro's touch. "No? You're presenting your omega pussy to a real alpha," his friend replied slowly, measured, taking in Kaoru's ensuing gasp and bewildered stuttering before continuing. "Even your scent is giving you away."
What? That got through the thickening haze of arousal clouding Kaoru's mind. He sat up a bit, Kojiro's hand still tangled in his hair, and turned to glare at the fucker. "My scent?!"
"You can't tell your scent is changing, huh?" Kojiro replied smugly, his need to be a little shit winning over whatever alpha crab made him so sexy for just a moment— Fuck, Kaoru had to control himself. This wasn't actually horny, it was just Kojiro being a jerk. "You're already smelling like an omega to me."
"No, I'm not," Kaoru shot back, though he couldn't be sure if that was true or not. His own scent didn't seem that different to him, but it wasn't like he could even remember his natural scent that well after so many weeks spent reeking of his alpha all the time. The only person who had been close enough in the recent past to notice was… Kojiro.
In fact, Kaoru's scent being so muted was part of his late-bloomer problem, barely giving any hints that he was actually an alpha. Before all this, while his alpha presentation lingered in limbo and didn't fully happen, no one could really tell he was supposed to be an alpha. Not even Kojiro, apparently, but now he was developing an omega scent? A noticeable omega scent that others would pick up on?
Kojiro didn't let him wonder about that any longer, pushing him down into the comforter again. It was hard to act like he didn't enjoy this when his body was working against him, bending obediently into a perfect arch to present like he was ordered. With his head down and his ass up, Kaoru had to muffle the noises that came out of his mouth at Kojiro's touches, big hands grabbing his hips and squeezing in such a pleasant way—
His scent probably told Kojiro how aroused he was by all this, but he still chose to deny it. To moan into the bedding when he wished imagined a teasing touch to his cock, over the fabric of his boxers. Fuck, fuck, he wanted more so bad, he wanted—
"I'm not taking these off," Kojiro murmured, fingers slipping under the waistband for a moment and nails scratching over the skin as he pulled away, then groping his ass with those huge, hot hands— "Not yet. But you're going to get new underwear."
"You can't tell me what to do," Kaoru grumbled, trying to sound tough and failing miserably to his own ears. It came out shaky, his breathing already so labored, and Kojiro's scent filled his lungs each time. Gods, his alpha liked to hear him like this, weak and pathetic and defeated. Not that he was defeated yet—
The response he got was an airy chuckle as the touching stopped, nothing in contact with his body all of a sudden, and the absence made him whine. "Yeah, I can, y'know why?"
Kaoru shook his head, biting his lips to avoid saying something stupid, something stupider. Bad enough that his thoughts kept slipping, showing a weakness that he wanted to deny until the last possible second. This was silly and it wouldn't work, there was no reason to even entertain the possibility, he shouldn't let himself doubt—
Because he didn't lift his head, too caught up in trying to keep his shit together, he only understood why Kojiro had stopped touching him when he felt pressure against his crotch. Even with one, no, two layers of fabric between them, Kaoru immediately realized the hot, hard thing that lodged against his ass was the alpha's cock. Of course it was, he was presenting, he was offering his omega hole and practically begging to be filled through his scent, no matter what he said. His asshole clenched at the thought, legs quivering as a shudder coursed through him, and Kaoru wondered how far this would go.
He wondered how far he'd let it go before it became too much. Realistically, he should speak up. He could stop this now. Gods, could he? Kaoru was so horny—
"Yeah, that's it, see," Kojiro groaned while rolling his hips a couple of times, slow as sin. Fuck, that felt good, that— "What you need is a real alpha's cock."
The alpha inside him barely reacted to it. What little discomfort he felt bled away bit by bit, dissolving into the air with each moan he unwittingly let out.
"Look at you being such a good omega," his friend praised softly, squeezing his hips a bit before he started to properly grind into him. Had he done this before? Or something similar enough with another omega— Just imagining Kojiro with someone else was already enough to make him clench and hiss, upset and turned on in equal measure. No, he didn't want to think about that, this felt so good and Kaoru liked it, gods, he liked it— "You just know this is how you're supposed to be—"
"Shut your— I'm not, not, shit," he gritted out between barely contained whimpers. This was the least he could do while taking what the alpha was giving him, pleasure building in his core at each stroke against his taint, his asshole desperate to have something inside. Kojiro's fingers would be enough, anything—
That was not how an alpha should think, and yet Kaoru liked it so much. Nothing got him off as hard, which meant that just imagining his friend doing that to him—
"If you're not an omega," Kojiro asked breathlessly, picking up the pace as if he could tell how quickly Kaoru was nearing the edge, fuck, "why are you liking this so much?"
He didn't know, there was no answer he could give that would make sense or absolve him. Even if he could come up with an excuse as to why his cock was hard and leaking in his boxers, he couldn't say it. If Kaoru opened his mouth now, he knew that he'd say the wrong thing, or maybe just moan like a slut. Gods, he felt like one, being humped by his best friend and feeling the alpha's cock rub between his asscheeks, hard and hot, fuckfuckfuck—
"You're gonna come from this, omega?"
Kaoru rushed to cover his mouth, but his gasp probably was too loud anyway. Shit, he was, he was going to come, his legs could barely hold up his weight and his cock twitched and his lungs couldn't get enough air, it felt so good— A hard squeeze to his hips followed by a particularly deep grunt told him that Kojiro was right there with him, ready to follow, like always—
His whole body was a live wire, suddenly sparking with an intense jolt of pleasure that locked his muscles for one glorious moment of apotheosis before it traveled through him, from his core to the very ends of his nerves. Everything turned bright white around him, his eyes shut and mouth agape with a silent cry, and all Kaoru could hear was the rush of blood in his ears and a voice he knew better than his own groaning in pleasure. Then he felt wetness seeping through his underwear, more and more, being rubbed against his taint, right under his balls.
Why not inside? Did he not deserve to have it pushed inside him, filling his greedy, clenching hole? Had Kaoru not been a good omega? Gods, he wanted to feel those fingers deep, deeper than his own could reach, fuck—
"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," Kojiro assured him, touch so much softer than before as he gently caressed Kaoru's arched back. That was when it registered for him, the sound of his own whining becoming clearer as the waves of his climax waned. "You're okay."
The ability to think returned to him slowly and with it came the overthinking. Or maybe Kaoru was just being reasonable. There was no way to call this normal and platonic, though they hadn't talked about it in those terms and he really didn't want to have that conversation. No, Kojiro had just humped him into completion while he obediently presented, because he was supposed to become an omega by means of being fucked like one. Except for the part where they were still in their underwear and now there was alpha cum on his crotch, where his hole would be if he was actually an omega.
If this worked…
But it wouldn't. It couldn't. So Kaoru only had to panic about their relationship and nothing else.
Definitely not about his body changing to that of an omega. Not his scent, not his chest, not his curves and his pu—
Nope.
"Are we done?" Kaoru asked, his voice cracking pathetically after all that, so he cleared his throat as he sat up. Gods, his legs, no, his whole body was trembling. "I need to change my—"
"No," Kojiro cut him off so quickly that he just froze. The word hit him so fast that he barely processed it, immediately turning to face the alpha. "Don't change your underwear," his friend added, almost like a question.
Surely Kaoru had heard it wrong. "What?"
Uncertainty disappeared from Kojiro's expression and posture before his eyes, like a cloud lifting to reveal the sun. Anyone would be affected by the sight of a young, strong alpha exuding so much confidence all of a sudden, even another alpha, or so Kaoru told himself. He had to justify the butterflies in his stomach and the heat rising up his chest, making his face burn under Kojiro's gaze. Every ounce of doubt that he'd accidentally shown a moment ago was now completely gone, replaced by a steadiness that Kaoru needed. For some reason, he craved this, more of this, to be the (only) one on the receiving end of Kojiro's hungry eyes.
Fuck.
"You won't change your underwear," Kojiro declared, then and there, low and commanding. It wasn't an order, it was the assertion of a fact that he had no agency in, decided for him by a real alpha. Another alpha, because he wasn't an omega, he wasn't— "You're an omega, having a real alpha's cum on your pussy is good for you."
"Shut— shut the fuck up," Kaoru managed, quickly averting his gaze in the hope to preserve some of his dignity. It didn't feel like he had much left, with his underwear soaked in cum, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and nape.
Gods, he should tell Kojiro to go fuck himself. This was too far. Even if he somehow found a way to excuse being humped by his best friend, one that would preserve their friendship while letting him enjoy this morsel of intimacy with Kojiro, keeping his soiled underwear on was too much humiliation for Kaoru to bear. Or it should be, but his cock twitched at the thought and he found himself almost… pleased by this whole thing. By being treated like a submissive, obedient omega.
Fuck, no. "I'm not an omega, I don't have a pussy, and this is some bullshit," he gritted out, words like shards of glass cutting through his dry throat. They sounded tired, only tired, only because he was fucked out and his heart was racing with an apprehension that he refused to think about. "I'm not—"
"You just came from having a real alpha's cock rubbing on your pussy," Kojiro cut in pointedly, his hand grabbing delightfully tight to Kaoru's nape. The pressure shut him up faster than his friend's words, both going straight between his legs like a zap of electricity. Fuck, he had just melted like a pathetic, needy omega. "There, see?"
The best response Kaoru could muster was an anguished whine. Part of him desperately wanted more, his cock twitching inside his wet underwear— Wait. "Can—" he swallowed, shaky, "Let me go to the bathroom."
It wasn't a question, though part of him felt like he should be asking for permission while his alpha while he was being scruffed like this. Maybe his tone let his sudden distress show a little too clearly, because Kojiro let go of him with only a confused noise in the back of his throat. Kaoru didn't wait for him to think about it or ask what he was feeling, because he didn't have an answer for that question. No, he rushed over to the bathroom, nearly tripping on his feet, and locked the door behind himself before slamming his back on it.
He didn't actually want to look. He had to, however, despite the fact that he already knew what he was going to find based solely on the sensations that had sent him into this panic.
His underwear was, in fact, soaked in cum. It was considerably more than Kaoru expected, more than he'd seen from other alphas before, and none of it was his own.
The front of his boxers was mostly dry, there was only a little bit of wetness spreading from the bottom. His own orgasm had been completely dry, not a hint of semen on the flushed head of his cock, and it looked… smaller than usual.
A trick of his imagination certainly, his anxiety making him see things in light of a biological fluke that bad absolutely nothing to do with Kojiro's stupid plan to bitch him. He was not turning into an omega. Maybe this was just Kaoru's dick already softening after a strange dry climax. Yeah, that must be it. Nothing to worry or be upset about.
Nothing was changing. Kaoru was not turning into an omega. Kojiro was delusional and, when nothing continued to happen in a few… Weeks? Months? How long should he wait until it would be appropriate to tell his best friend to quit with this shit? At what point would it become too awkward?
There was a light knock on the door, followed by a soft sound that Kaoru only noticed because his body was pressed to the wood. Like Kojiro's hand was lingering there. "Are you okay in there?"
Was he? Did it matter? Gods, what were they fucking doing? "Yeah, I— I just needed to wash my face," Kaoru replied, shutting his eyes tight and willing his heart to slow down, his breathing to calm, his mind to stop racing. He was fine. They were fine. "We still have to study."
"Right, yeah," his friend murmured from the other side of the door. The sound was so low and yet so close that it came to him mostly as vibrations, sinking under his skin. Was Kojiro upset, nervous or simply worried about him? A bit of all three, perhaps. Hopefully. "I'm leaving you one of my t-shirts, on the door handle."
His retreating footsteps were just loud enough that Kaoru knew when it was safe to open the door, an unusual and unspoken gesture to make him a little more comfortable. Kojiro was giving him space… after humping him and dominating him until they both came.
It was ridiculous. It was sweet. It was infuriating.
Kaoru picked up the sleep t-shirt and buried his face in it without thinking, his lungs filling with the scent of his alpha. Kojiro's natural, virile musk mixed with his soap, somewhat fresh despite being worn. His best friend's scent was one of his favorite things in the world, had always been, and he refused to read too much into it because this was them. Ever since they were little, long before the concept secondary genders was even properly introduced to them, Kaoru had found comfort in his best friend's scent. It had changed since then, of course, but the core of who Kojiro was remained.
He couldn't help but wonder if his core self was changing, too—
No. That was bullshit. Nothing was changing.
Kojiro was a teasing, knotbrained alpha and an idiot. His best friend, the only person whose shit made him laugh more than pissed him off. Nothing was changing, not in Kaoru and not between them. This… whatever the fuck they called it, the depraved shit they had just done in Kojiro's bedroom, meant nothing.
They were still just them and everything would go back to normal in a few weeks, maybe months. His heart would just have to take that, accept it and live with it.
"Can—" Kaoru cut himself off as his voice cracked ridiculously, as if he was still twelve, and cleared his throat. From where he stood at the door, he saw Kojiro's eyes wide for a moment before the jerk snorted. Asshole. "Can we study now?"
"Uh, yeah, let's start with the literature part," his friend replied, swiveling in his his desk chair to grab their backpacks from the floor.
While Kojiro procured their books, Kaoru walked over to the bed. Without thinking, he grabbed one of the cushions and tossed it somewhat carelessly on the floor, next to his alpha— He wouldn't dare look up as he realized what he was doing, his face and neck burning like he had just entered a sauna, but he refused to back down now. Fuck it. Kaoru kept quiet through assuming his seat by the alpha's feet, back turned to him, and simply waited.
A moment passed where nothing happened. It felt like not even the world around them moved, dust particles suspended in the air, a silence that cut be cut with a knife.
"Good omega," Kojiro praised, suddenly and painfully close to his ear, low and husky. Close enough to catch his gasp, so much so that Kaoru didn't even try to hide it. Even more heat spread through his body as a big hand settled on his nape, every thought in his mind dissolving completely, and he grabbed the book that was handed to him on autopilot. What were they supposed to be doing again? "The page is marked."
"Right," Kaoru mumbled, struggling to focus on the shit they had to read instead of the cum in his underwear, the emptiness in his hole, the warm hand on his nape, the alpha smell filling his lungs…
Fuck.
-*-
"This is insane," Kaoru hissed under his breath, heart beating in his fucking throat.
Kojiro growled, not the least bit intimidated or bothered by his tone. It didn't even sound that angry to his own ears. His voice came out shaky, breathy, needy, and it was impossible to deny the smell of arousal coming off both of them.
Thank fuck that wasn't exactly unusual in a high-school bathroom, with teenagers presenting left and right. They would only get in trouble if someone heard or, gods forbid, saw something.
Kaoru had to cover his mouth to muffle the moans threatening to slip out. Between the thought of being caught in such a precarious position and the feeling of his alpha's clothed cock rubbing into his crotch, he was so turned on that he wanted to cry. Fuck, it felt so fucking good, he could already feel Kojiro's precum dampening his brand new panties. Oh, the soft lilac was probably turning darker and it would stay that way, soaked in alpha cum against his taint for the whole day—
"Quiet, omega," Kojiro groaned, keeping his voice as low as possible while thrusting against his ass. There would be bruises left where he was grabbing Kaoru's hips, holding him in place over the toilet, fuck, fuck— "Yeah, you want my cum on your pussy, don't you?"
The only response he could manage was a broken whine. His legs were trembling and his cock twitched, perfectly dry in his underwear, fuck, he felt so sensitive—
A sharp, loud clack cut through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind. It alerted him and Kojiro both to someone else entering the bathroom, no, two people, their voices growing louder as they came closer to the stall. Only when it became clear that one of them was headed straight to the stall right next to theirs did Kojiro finally stop rutting into him. Fuck, shit, Kaoru was not going to get caught being bitched in the school bathroom—
"Did you hear something?" one of the voices asked, followed by the crystal clear sound of liquid hitting porcelain.
Kaoru peeled himself away from Kojiro so fast that he might have given them away, but he didn't fucking care, pressing his back to the wall opposite the voice as if he could get away from it like that. Whatever noise had made the other people suspicious, he was almost sure it had come from him - the loss of friction had amplified his sensitivity tenfold and he desperately wanted, no, needed to come now. If his breathing got any faster, Kaoru would be hyperventilating.
He wanted to kiss Kojiro. He wanted to be fingered stupid. He wanted to be called good again and again, and to feel his underwear soaked with cum. Gods, he wanted—
"Eh, maybe? This place is extra stinky today, huh, it's like someone jerked off in here," the other voice replied from somewhere else in the bathroom.
Kojiro grabbed his wrist, catching his attention, and immediately pressed a finger to his own lips. Yeah, because Kaoru needed the reminder. The anger that bubbled inside him still wasn't strong enough to surpass his horniness. "We're not done yet," his friend whispered, stepping closer to him in the tiny space of the stall.
"Like fuck—" he tried, nearly giving them away out of frustration and fear and need—
"Shh," the alpha growled while turning him around, one hand settling over his lips as the other held his hip, popping it back to fit against his own. Just a little, just enough to frot into him again— "Like this, omega."
Kaoru's body was pressed between the stall and the solid wall of Kojiro's chest, burning from the inside out, not enough air reaching his lungs. It didn't matter, he didn't care, he was so close all of a sudden that all he could think of was how right it felt. He felt small, vulnerable and fragile, all things he usually hated and definitely weren't true and he didn't like, no, except now, with Kojiro thrusting into his cunt—
"Are you done? If I wanted to drown in horny pheromones, I'd go visit Yoshiro," the second voice called, irritated, just before the sound of a flushing toilet came from the next stall over.
The occupant's laughter helped to mask Kaoru's moan as Kojiro mouthed a spot right behind his ear, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there, fuckfuckfuck— "His heat's been going on for, what, three days already?"
"Four, his mom keeps complaining to my mom," the other voice replied with a loud, exaggerated sigh.
His alpha's hand remained covering his mouth, muffling most of his noises, but Kaoru was sure he could hear and feel how every roll of his hips affected him. Gods, Kojiro could certainly feel the vibrations of his desperate whimpering while kissing and sucking hickies on his neck. He was so fucking close, shit, fuck—
The other two students left the bathroom, their voices barely registering with how loudly Kaoru's heart was beating in his own ears. All he could make out was the sharp click of the door shutting behind them before his alpha's hand slipped from his waist to his crotch, cupping his sex as Kojiro fucked into him harder, oh fuck—
"I can barely feel your cock, fuck, what—" he groaned into Kaoru's ear, breath so hot that it made him shudder. No, that was because of his hand squeezing him, groping his cock, and Kojiro's hand was so big around him— "Was it always this tiny?"
With his lips trapped under a hot, heavy palm, all Kaoru could do was whine. It wasn't tiny, he wanted to lie that he'd been average sized before and nothing had changed, wanted to swear his hard dick was perfectly normal in size for an alpha. Instead his hips bucked of their own accord, rutting back and forth against Kojiro's cock and hand, his back arching as he moaned louder.
"It's just a cocklet, isn't it? Even if you were an alpha, you couldn't satisfy anyone with this pathetic thing," his alpha huffed amusedly, panting too hard to properly laugh at. The grip on his cock was exhilarating, squeezing it to the point of pain but in a way that only made Kaoru keen. They could both feel how hard and aching he was, throbbing in Kojiro's hold, and yet dry— "What am I saying? You're an omega, so this is your clit—"
Kaoru gasped, his whole body tensing and then shaking with a release that made his knees buckle. Every fiber of his being seemed to burn with those words, fire seeping through his veins and melting him from the inside out. His hands flew grab at Kojiro's wrist, desperate for air, desperate to let out the cries of pleasure trapped in his throat, but he didn't have the focus or the strength to peel the alpha's hand away from his lips.
Nothing came out of his cock, no, it was his clit—
"Good omega, fuck, so good," Kojiro groaned over and over into his ear while chasing his own climax, grinding into him even harder than before. His knot was right there, right against Kaoru's ass, and he wanted it inside him like he might die otherwise, hole clenching around nothing as he felt the alpha pull away suddenly. Kojiro stopped roughly groping him just long enough to free his cock, then fit it between his shaky legs and came on his panties. Hot cum seeped through the fabric, sticking to his feverish skin, just like it was meant to—
Omegas were supposed to be filled with alpha cum, his mind supplied as Kaoru went slack against the wall and damn near fell to the floor when Kojiro's hand finally stopped covering his mouth. Holy fuck.
Bracing against it with his arms, he sank to his knees - there was nothing else holding him up and his legs had turned into jello. Above him, Kaoru could hear how hard his friend was breathing as well, equally fucked out, but he refused to turn and look. Part of him wanted to, especially because he knew that the alpha's cock was right there at eye level and his mouth fucking watered at the thought of tasting it. Fuck, no, that would be stupid, that was a step too far… wasn't it? Oh, but Kaoru wanted it.
"You did so good, omega," his alpha praised and that alone could have made him turn around if he was given the choice, but Kojiro's hand delved into his hair and pulled, wrenching a pitiful moan out of him. As if Kaoru was wading through molasses, his head was gently turned to the side and, from there, he genuinely had no idea how he ended up face to face with his friend's cock. If it was his own blissed out mind that led him to be on his knees, back against the wall and eyes blinking dazedly up at Kojiro, like he was asking for more— "Yeah, you need to swallow some alpha cum like a nice little omega, don't you?"
Thankfully Kaoru could hide his flustered whining by nuzzling his alpha's half hard dick. It was what he was expected to do, after all. And he wanted it, gods, he'd never wanted anything as much as this, the praise and the warmth and the pleasure of making Kojiro feel good, making Kojiro proud of him.
Was he being directed to lick the length of his alpha's cock, obediently cleaning cum from satiny skin, or was his hunger really that powerful? The strong hand holding him by the back of his head guided his tongue to lavish Kojiro with attention, damn near worshiping him like the good omega he was meant to be, and his mind blanked even further. Somehow, against his quickly fraying certainty, Kaoru felt in his guts that this was his place.
Taking his alpha's cock in his mouth.
"Shit, you— so good at this, omega," he praised softly, helping Kaoru find the right angle to swallow his thick dick deeper, like this was their normal. Like they had been doing pervy shit in the school bathroom for ages, like he knew what being so close to a real alpha's knot felt like before this moment. Fuck, Kaoru could drown in his smell, fuck—
It was inebriating.
Kojiro got hard again so quickly that it took them both no time to turn it into a facefuck. Gentle at first, as his friend gave him a couple of tentative thrusts, then faster and harder once it became clear that Kaoru could take it. And he took it gladly, eagerly, bracing his hands on the alpha's thighs without an ounce of hesitation. His hunger and need got the best of him so hard that he could do nothing but moan around Kojiro's cock, sucking and bobbing his head as needed to make him grunt in pleasure, drinking in his every reaction.
His own body vibrated with the delight he took in pleasing his alpha. The flex of Kojiro's fingers, tightening the grip on his hair whenever something Kaoru did felt particularly good, was a incredible drug. It was addictive, driving him to trace every vein of Kojiro's dock with his tongue, to tease the tip and savor the beading precum as if it was pure ambrosia.
Kaoru could feel him getting close, he could taste it in the back of his throat as his face was pressed closer to his alpha's navel—
With his huge, burning hot knot flush against Kaoru's lips, Kojiro came directly into his mouth, holding him in place to make him swallow every drop. The world spun around them and he floated untethered, barely able to breathe and not caring one bit because his own climax was upon him, right on the edge, almost there— "Fuck, omega, baby—" Kojiro growled above him, trembling, and he fell as well.
This was his place. Tears rolling down his cheeks and heart hammering in his chest, this was Kaoru's place. And he liked it.
When Kojiro pulled out of his mouth, it felt like he'd been there for ages, taking what his alpha gave him without complaint. Air rushed into his lugs, burning his airways and making Kaoru cough a little with the sudden spasming of his abused throat. And not even that was enough to cut into the strange satisfaction he felt at Kojiro's continued touches, silently soothing him by lightly scratching his scalp as they recovered their breaths. The bitter taste of cum should bother him more, but instead it acted as a constant reminder that Kaoru had just made his alpha come like the good omega he was.
Once the mists of pleasure started to properly dissipate from his mind, it served as a heavy anchor. Like a boulder sinking unbidden, reality hit him as hard as the ocean floor.
Holy fuck. What the fuck were they doing? And why had he enjoyed it so much?
"Get off me, dipshit," Kaoru hissed, shoving his friend away because he couldn't even get up with the massive idiot leaning and crowding over him like this. As if he was small and dainty and fragile, a submissive little omega kneeling on the bathroom floor half naked and with his panties full of cold, drying cum. During school hours, no less. "And help me up!"
"Well, which one is it?" Kojiro demanded, temporarily peeved by his tone while still taking his hand and hauling him back to his feet with ease. Too much ease, their bodies colliding as momentum nearly had Kaoru collapsing forward, and that was definitely not because he was still unsteady from having his face fucked by his best friend. "Easy there, omega—"
"Shut up," he grumbled into Kojiro's chest, smacking him once for good measure. At least he could still hit the dumbass hard enough to make him huff in discomfort. Fuck this. Kaoru pushed himself off, ignoring the way his knees buckled, and started fixing his clothes. "I'm not an omega. This doesn't change shit."
Kaoru wasn't dainty, fragile, or any of those things. There was nothing going on and the longer they kept with this charade, the more and harder he'd insist that it was all a load of bullshit. If the only thing he could do was keep protesting while doing his part so as to not be seen as a coward, then fine.
It didn't seem to have any effect on Kojiro, who just smirked lazily while pulling his pants back up. "Sure, princess. Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better."
"I swear, you're fucking asking to get kicked," he replied with an exasperated huff, washing his hands and his face. Thankfully it didn't seem like he'd let any of Kojiro's cum spill out of his mouth, something that he refused to be proud of because that would be absurd. Kaoru considered gargling to get rid of the taste… "Are we done? Can I go back to class?"
"You may want to—" Kojiro cut himself off with a click of his tongue, capturing his attention in the mirror and gesturing to his own neck. Why…?
"What the— fucking brainless ape—!" Kaoru shot back as he saw the blooming marks on his skin, all around his scent gland, up to his jaw. If the cause wasn't obvious, it would almost look like he'd been mauled by a furious bear. Surely anyone that saw this would put two and two together with how he stank of Kojiro and, if someone got close enough, alpha cum.
Kaoru looked like an omega who'd just been fucked stupid. In the school bathroom.
"How am I supposed to go back to class like this?" he demanded, turning on his heel to stab an accusing finger into the stupid, smug alpha's chest.
At least Kojiro had the decency to look and sound a little sorry, though not much. The smugness bled out of his smirk and it turned into a bit of a grimace, his shoulders dropping to make him look like a dog that had just realized it was in trouble for chewing their owner's shoes. How was Kaoru supposed to stay mad at him? Why were they always stuck on this cycle of being idiots to each other and still unable to stay away? "Here, this will help hide the worst of it," Kojiro offered, adjusting Kaoru's collar and some strands of his hair so that they partially covered the sides of his neck.
He gave his friend a silent nod of gratitude, avoiding his gaze, and bit his tongue to keep from saying something. What would come out of his mouth, Kaoru didn't know. Part of him was afraid he would make things weirder, messier, and he couldn't deal with that now. Bad enough that their teachers and classmates would all take one look at him and know that he'd just been fucked like a bitch omega during school hours.
Everyone could tell.
Maybe Kojiro hated him, actually, and that was why he decided they needed to go to panty shopping the next day. To torture him. "You couldn't just leave me with the humiliation of getting scolded in front of our whole class, huh?"
"You talk as if I didn't get shit too," his best friend replied easily, walking by his side with both hands in his pockets as if this was just a normal thing they did all the time. His casual demeanor was the most annoying part to Kaoru. Why did he have to struggle to hide his nerves all by himself? "Come on, you need new underwear."
"No, I don't," Kaoru hissed while following him into a store.
To any onlookers, they must seem like a perfectly normal young couple, except for the part where he was a very grumpy omega being led around a department store by alpha. There was no point in getting mad about that because Kaoru couldn't really alter other people's perceptions, so that was the excuse he gave himself for not voicing his annoyance the entire time as Kojiro picked a bunch of lace panties, plus some more comfy models as well.
For him. The omega.
It was easier this way, keeping quiet to hide his arousal and the strange, soft warmth that he refused to name in his chest. The least he said overall, the better. Kaoru didn't need to admit he found the underwear his friend was picking for him cute, or hot for that matter. Acting all put upon and grumpy was easy and he had years of practice. Well, extra grumpy.
"Here, try these on," Kojiro said eventually, after carefully selecting a nice variety of very nice panties for him.
"You gotta be kidding me," Kaoru replied, deadpan, but he knew better. The glint in his friend's eyes confirmed it, anyway.
They were not technically allowed to take underwear pieces into the changing rooms, but they were also not supposed to shoplift. Which they were going to do, at least with the pieces that Kojiro was making him try, because Kaoru was not some disgusting pervert, and he wasn't about to chicken out of this either.
This was probably a really bad idea, all things considered, and yet he was going with it just like he'd always gone with every other stupid idea Kojiro had ever proposed to him. And vice versa, his own misguided endeavors had always featured the dopey gorilla. They were in it for thick and thin. Even if they complained a lot and gave each other shit, they'd face the consequences together.
Plus, Kaoru couldn't back down now. Not after everything that Kojiro had put him through in this bitching shitshow.
His mind was plagued with the vivid memories of sucking his— the alpha's dick the day before, especially when he thoughtlessly touched the bruises on his neck. The weather was, as always, stupidly hot and therefore not congruent with wearing high collars, so Kaoru had done his best to cover the litany of hickies Kojiro left on him with make up. It didn't look as bad today, but he knew the marks were there and kept touching them. Every now and then his gaze flitted to Kojiro or his mind strayed to how it had felt to suck his best friend's cock, feeding into a seemingly constant state of arousal he had been experiencing throughout the day.
And now this shit.
The store attendant was apparently too bored and disinterested to catch them, or maybe they just didn't care if people did freaky shit right under their nose. Either way, Kojiro led the way to the furthest changing room possible, just in case. Excitement and anxiety coalesced in Kaoru's guts as he entered after his friend and locked the door behind him, carrying random items of clothing just to get inside.
Now what?
"Alright, start with this one," Kojiro said, sitting on the bench like it was a throne to watch the spectacle. From inside his jacket, he produced the three pairs of panties - one bright pink and cyan blue stripes, one in soft yellow flowers, and one forest green lace. He handed the striped one to Kaoru, then sat back with that stupid smirk of his. "Go on, take everything off."
This had to be a dream. A fever dream, or a wet one. "Did I mention that I hate you today yet?" Kaoru asked with a deep sigh.
"Once, it was the first thing you said to me this morning," his friend replied easily, unbothered. Jerk.
"Ah, yes, that was before my coffee, which is why I don't remember and also why I hate you," he shot back, ripping the packaging off the panties so he could try them on. And that gave him pause, the next obvious step being… "You're serious about this?" Kaoru asked, struggling to hide his nerves.
Kojiro just stared at him and shrugged smugly, even though he definitely knew why this was messing with him. They had seen each other naked dozens of times, starting with bathing together as kids after throwing mud at each other in kindergarten. Just last year they had been to the onsen and his friend had seen his developing cock, which he had promptly mocked because Kaoru was clearly an omega. Now, however, it wasn't a case of casual nudity and he was expected to undress for Kojiro, to show off his body and his not at all shrinking dick.
The fact that this was making him horny upset Kaoru more than anything else.
Fuck, okay.
Okay, this would be fine.
Kaoru made a point of turning around, deciding that he'd be humiliated either way and he needed to keep his shit together somehow, even if he was only delaying the inevitable. Miraculously, his friend didn't question him on it, watching silently as he took off his sweater, his sneakers, his pants, and finally his boxers. Kaoru got stark naked, heart racing like a hummingbird's while he pointedly avoided looking at his dick or at Kojiro, took a deep breath, and put on the soft cotton panties.
They looked kinda cute. Shit.
"Come here, omega, let me see it," the alpha ordered, tone deliciously lower and growlier, and the combination sent shivers through him. Fuck. Fuck. When he turned around, all semblance of amusement at his predicament was gone from Kojiro's expression, replaced with something he could only call hunger. If that wasn't enough, Kaoru could see the outline of his cock starting to bulge in his jeans.
"Kojiro—" he tried, unsure what to do or say as he stepped closer. Mostly because his brain was quickly becoming fuzzy.
His friend growled a little louder, grabbing his waist as soon as he was within reach, and pulled him closer. To stand between his spread open legs. Without saying a word, he slipped a finger under the waistband and snapped it against Kaoru's skin, eliciting a yelp out of him. Fuck. Then his touch turned lightly exploratory, groping Kaoru's ass and thighs for a moment before finally, finally tracing over his crotch.
Kaoru could barely breathe. Like a weak little lamb trembling under the heavy pawing of a wolf that wasn't particularly hurried about devouring its prey. Gods, he was aching for more.
"This fits you much better, don't you think?" Kojiro asked softly, fingers trailing over the minimal, barely there volume at the front of his panties. The tight, thin fabric hid absolutely nothing, especially with them being so painfully close - his alpha had an excellent view of his crotch… and his chest. Their eyes met as one of Kojiro's hands slowly slid up, up, up his side to graze a thumb over his perky nipple. Over the minimal, barely noticeable swell of his breast, so small that Kaoru himself had managed to ignore it—
"Fu—" Kaoru let out, quickly covering his lips to contain the rising pitch of his voice. Eyes fluttering shut, he tried to focus solely on controlling himself, though it was so good—
"Such pretty little tits, but they're still gonna grow a lot," Kojiro commented idly, flicking his nipple a couple of times before moving his hand— It was big enough that, splayed open over Kaoru's chest, he could tease both nipples at once, roughly pressing on the sensitive nubs and groping the soft skin there— "Look at you, moaning like the needy omega you keep pretending not to be."
"Shuddup—" Kaoru hissed through his fingers, sounding whiny, sounding wrecked already, fuck— Someone was going to hear them, he was sure of it, because he wasn't able to control himself and his alpha's hand was so hot on his skin, branding him, melting him—
Suddenly, without any warning, his friend stopped touching him.
Kaoru opened his eyes to find Kojiro still looking at him like that, in a way that made his legs even weaker, but with that same resolve he'd shown the day before. The air of dominance about him was beyond attractive, waking something inside Kaoru that craved more. He needed to be the reason why Kojiro looked like that and the one receiving this attention, to be praised and commanded in equal measure, to please his alpha—
"You're very cute in those panties, omega, but I want to see the others too," Kojiro murmured, gaze traveling over his body the way his hands should, or his tongue— No, fuck, that would be too much, wouldn't it? As their eyes met again, he smirked, licking his lips as if he knew exactly what was on Kaoru's mind. "And no turning around this time."
"You cannot be serious— you're gonna pay for this," he shot back, unable to muster the right about of venom while this turned on and embarrassed. Was this really part of the bitching process or was Kojiro just enjoying the chance to be an ass? He wasn't a cruel person, often kind to a fault and especially to Kaoru, but it was hard to make sense out of this situation.
His friend didn't even flinch at his obviously empty threat. They both knew he wasn't actually going to do shit. Nothing more than some harmless prank or something, maybe putting shaving cream inside his shoes. And Kaoru was going to obey him, not because it made his stomach do somersaults in a nice way, but because he wouldn't quit now. After all this, he'd be branded a coward and a crybaby. Even if they both knew that this was bullshit, there was no turning back at this point.
Kaoru tried really hard to pretend he was truly upset. Convincing himself seemed to be even harder than convincing Kojiro, so he avoided looking at his best friend as he stepped back and dropped his panties. He felt more exposed than ever before, his hard cock looking ridiculous in the harsh light of the changing room.
In the last couple of months, Kaoru had avoided jerking off like his life depended on it. After the first time he tried and the only thing he could think of while stroking his dick was his alpha scruffing him, mating him, claiming him— Yeah, he'd been trying his best to avoid those thoughts, because he was not an omega. And Kojiro was not his alpha.
It was hard to deny the effects of Kojiro's efforts with nothing to cover his shame, though. And he was weirdly ashamed of how… tiny he seemed now. Kaoru's cock had never been this small, it was kind of below average even if he had turned out to be a beta, and now it looked much smaller. Ridiculously smaller.
His dick was also very clearly dry despite being flushed red, the pathetic little tip barely poking out in the middle of his pubic hair. There was no beading precum, there hadn't been any leaking in weeks no matter how horny he was, and now Kojiro could see it clear as day.
The smell of arousal around them was so strong that he felt dizzy. Or maybe that had something to do with how badly Kaoru's whole crotch ached in need. Nothing he'd ever felt before compared to this and, as he grabbed the yellow panties to put on next, he realized he was trembling a little bit.
"See? There's no point in wearing boxers if you don't have a dick," Kojiro taunted, though his tone wasn't as mocking as usual. If anything, his friend almost seemed distracted, gaze locked between Kaoru's legs.
"I have a dick, you idiot," he replied pointedly, not knowing what to do with his hands or if he should step closer again, if he should kneel— His mouth watered as Kaoru remembered having his mouth fucked by his alpha, the taste of his cum so potent and delicious.
"Oh, really?" Kojiro scoffed, watching him squirm for a moment longer before finally beckoning him closer. Oh, his stomach was full of butterflies even before his alpha grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, prompting Kaoru to hold onto his shoulders for balance. And good thing he did, because Kojiro's other hand slipped right between his thighs to cup him— "Is this supposed to be a dick?"
"It— ah, it's—" Kaoru tried, trailing off into a needy moan that he couldn't quite muffle fast enough. Fuck, it felt so good, his alpha's thumb pressing down on his sensitive cock—
"This is just your little omega clit," Kojiro continued while rubbing him just right, like he knew exactly the amount of pressure to make him want to scream, to make him almost cry—
The pleasure of hearing that was disarming. Just like the day before, having it thrown in his face only made him hornier, heat shooting up his spine like pure lightning. Being called an omega, being forced to accept it, being teased for how needy he got by being bitched, it should bother him more. It should, but Kaoru couldn't think of anything else but how badly he needed to come right now.
Kojiro's voice was a balm and added more fuel to his fire, all at once. "Does your needy omega pussy need more?" he asked, pressing into his whole crotch in a way that forced his legs closed, the excess stimulation turning almost painful for a moment. Kaoru's thighs trapped his alpha's hand, but that didn't even give him pause, fingers digging into a particularly sensitive spot behind his balls— "Say it for me."
"Nnnghf—" Kaoru cried into his palm, so close that he could almost taste his climax, fuckfuckfuck— He couldn't, he wouldn't, fuck—!
"Say it, omega," his alpha ordered again and he wanted to obey, he needed to, he wanted to come like this while his legs shook, his whole body shook because of Kojiro's hand doing something he couldn't quite understand between his legs—
Kaoru shook his head desperately, the almost nonexistent alpha in him clawing and screaming and roaring that he wasn't an omega. His denial came out muffled, grasping his throat, and there was a strange sense of comfort in how unclear it was - it barely sounded like a 'no' to his own ears. With a war waging inside his head, Kaoru could only shake and cry, tears rolling down his cheeks and over his hand where he kept it firmly clamped over his lips, heart hammering in his chest and between his legs until it suddenly stopped again—
"Fine, disobedient omegas are still omegas," growled his alpha— no, Kojiro wasn't his alpha, no matter what his stupid horny brain said while he was being teased.
Without his best friend's hand torturing him, a little bit of clarity returned to Kaoru's mind, enough to make him growl right back. Instead of angering Kojiro, it only seemed to amuse him - though it was hard to read his expression, that was the only sense Kaoru could make of his smirk. Was it forced? Was he actually annoyed? Fuck, he the smell of arousal alone was more than he could take and now his cock was throbbing, he needed to come so bad it hurt.
"Put the other one on and come get your practice done, then," Kojiro decided after a moment of charged silence, breathing as hard as him. The timbre of his voice shook Kaoru to his core, a shudder that almost made him moan again. And of course his friend heard the pathetic noise he made, saw the way his lips quivered, and it definitely pleased him. Of course it did, because he was getting to Kaoru, even if this bitching crap was still nothing but nonsense, he was getting under Kaoru's skin.
He was was winning.
And there was nothing Kaoru could do but obey.
Somehow he managed to step away from Kojiro, despite the way his knees buckled and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Gods, the last thing he could take right now would be falling on his knees for Kojiro, because of what the alpha was doing to him. That would be too much.
Kojiro watched without any comments as he changed into the deep, rich green lace panties. His own choice, a sharp contrast with Kaoru's skin color, and he made no noise whatsoever. There was an eerie, borderline predatory stillness to him. Once dressed, he stepped closer to Kojiro again just like before, but this time there was no grabbing, no pulling, nothing. Just the alpha sitting back, eating Kaoru with his eyes
The thought of asking crossed his mind. There was no point, however.
Truth be told, Kaoru knew very well what he was supposed to do, what was expected of him as an omega. Even if wasn't one and would not become one, he would play the part nicely. Not at all because he was horny out of his mind, definitely not because he had to follow through on the stupid bet he'd lost, and absolutely not because he wanted to—
Kojiro didn't tell him to kneel, but he did it anyway. Thankfully he didn't need to unzip his alpha's pants and he had an excuse for leaning closer, too hazy to simply kneel there inside their damned changing room. If asked, Kaoru would just say he fell forward. That would be his excuse for rubbing his cheek on Kojiro’s boxers without thinking, then being easily and happily guided to lick along the volume they hid— "Good omega, that's much better, isn't it?"
It was. Kaoru wanted to deny it, and yet…
Almost as if he was drunk, his thoughts turned completely jumbled the second Kojiro grabbed his nape. He was relieved by the weight of his alpha's hand, adding comforting and grounding pressure to such a sensitive spot in a way that disarmed him. That made it so much easier to act like a good omega, freeing Kojiro's dick from the tight confines of his underwear to properly taste it— Kaoru only felt hungrier once he had his mouth on his alpha, lavishing him with open mouthed kisses and shameless licks, whining at the taste of precum on his tongue—
"Fuck, you're really made to be an omega, sh— deeper," Kojiro guided, sliding his hand up and delving it into Kaoru's hair. With a firm grip on the back of his head, he made him take more and more into his mouth, down his throat, cutting his airflow s little bit.
There was no panic, though, only need.
When it became too much, his alpha pulled him off as if he knew without asking. Or maybe he could read Kaoru's moans and whines like a map, knowing exactly when to relent and let him breathe. Maybe it was just that this was how things were meant to be, with Kojiro dictating the pace and him taking what he was given like a good omega, legs barely able to hold his weight and hole clenching emptily.
A delicious, misty bliss settled over Kaoru.
However long it lasted, he greedily drank every last drop of cum that shot down his throat once it ended. His hands trembled where he held onto Kojiro's legs, following whatever rhythm his alpha needed to get off using his mouth, and he didn't even remember he was practically naked until he was pulled away. As drool, or maybe froth, dripped from his swollen lips onto his overheated chest, it registered.
Cold, sending shivers through him, adding to his mind numbing arousal. Fueling his need even further. Awakening the fire inside him.
"Good, fuck, good omega," Kojiro praised in that rough, fucked out tone that made him squeeze his legs together like a— like a bitch in heat. They were both breathless, shaky, and sweating like crazy. "Present for me?"
It was the slight hint of hesitation in the command that made him shift on his knees. To Kaoru, it didn't sound like uncertainty, but instead…
"Go on, omega. Present for a real alpha."
It was gone, just like that.
Kaoru was too dazed to do anything but obey. The desperate need for release had abated, morphed, settled into something quieter, but also deeper. Right in his core, like he was truly just doing what he was meant to be doing all along by turning on his knees and lowering his head, putting his ass up for his alpha. A real alpha who could make him keen by just grabbing his waist, fucking finally, and slotting their bodies together—
"So perfect like this, so ready to be filled," Kojiro murmured from behind him, now on the floor with him, apparently not really caring about anything else.
It was impossible for Kaoru to even remember what the fuck he was supposed to care about when his alpha rutted into him. Hard, harder than needed, or maybe just right— His friend fucked into his panties, against his crotch and his clit— No, that was—
"Shh, be quiet," Kojiro hissed while humping into him, which was a terrible way to shut him up. Even with Kaoru's hand once again covering his mouth, forehead pressed to the floor, the noises he was making were too loud, too obvious— The alpha only rolled his hips more frantically, nearly pushing him forward with each thrust, and it shouldn't feel good, it shouldn't— "Omega—"
A sob wracked through his body with a sudden, nearly unpleasant release. The lines blurred with his vision, or maybe they had been blurred for weeks now. It didn't matter, because Kaoru was too occupied experiencing something akin to sticking his finger in a power outlet, multiplied by a thousand and with the added sensation of Kojiro spilling onto his panties. And rubbing it in. With the tip of his cock. Fuck.
Fuck, this was insane.
They didn't move for a long, long time. Or what felt like it, with the world spinning around them.
When he came back to this senses and remembered they were on the floor of a changing room, he actually thought for a moment that this was it. Even if they didn't get caught, arrested, publicly shamed as perverts and delinquents— well, even if nothing like that happened, and it still might, Kaoru was probably going to die of a heart attack anyway. His heart might as well take off, beating faster than a race car or a fucking jet. Oh, his parents were going to kill him if his heart didn't, shit—
"—tening to me? Hey, Kaoru," Kojiro's voice filtered through the noise inside his head as his face was turned, held a little too firmly. Just so that the discomfort registered, perhaps. "Hey, come here," his friend murmured, pulling him closer and holding him tight, enough that the cold didn't bother him as much. Cold he hadn't even realized he felt and, oh, he was shaking— "With me, focus on my voice."
And it worked. No one else could get through to him, calm him down and make him not feel like the world was ending. Even if it was kind of Kojiro's fault, Kaoru was happy to cling to him and breathe in his scent, stronger and muskier and more delicious after an orgasm. Could anyone blame him for burrowing closer in the alpha's arms, where he could nose at his scent gland directly? For taking the comfort he was given?
Kojiro shushed and held him until he could get dressed and walk out of the changing room somewhat inconspicuously. As much as their sorry state allowed, and by the grace of the gods without being caught. If the store employees had noticed how long they spent in there or the pungent smell of arousal still coming from them, they didn't seem keen to do anything about it. Either because it wasn't worth the trouble to care that much about their shit jobs or because they didn't want to risk pissing off the kind of knotbrained alpha that would do something this depraved in public, it didn't really matter.
Kaoru left the store on shaky legs, guided by his the alpha's strong hand on the small of his back, wearing brand new, stolen green panties soaked with fresh cum. It was still warm against his skin by the time Kojiro was done paying for a dozen others, which he was going to wear from now on, because he was an omega.
He wasn't, but he would wear the panties anyway. And he tried really hard not to enjoy the knowledge of what he was hiding under his clothes yet again, the taste of cum lingering on his throat, and the marks he knew would now be a permanent fixture on his skin.
-*-
The singular silver lining that Kaoru could find in this whole shitshow, frequent and extremely intense orgasms notwithstanding, was that their friends were more respectful toward him now. Mostly because he still gave Kojiro hell and beat him on races just like before.
He had expected the bitching process to have the opposite effect, if nothing else because a lot of it involved him being frequently (and often publicly) subjugated. Kaoru was made to kneel, to obey, to bear the bites and hickies, to smell like his alpha and be scented in front of everyone. It probably wouldn't work if it was only in private, if it worked at all, and he had been playing along with all of Kojiro's bullshit because…
Well, because he was no coward. They had made a bet and Kaoru had lost. Period. There was no running away.
But also because it was Kojiro.
That was probably what caused a change for the best in their friend group, and it had been entirely accidental. The other skaters had seen the way Kojiro started treating him, while still being his friend and generally talking to him the same way when he wasn't scruffing Kaoru. They had seen him rolling with it, obeying his alpha, and likely assumed that he would become softer, gentler. Or, if Kaoru had judged the handful of looks he'd caught aimed his way at the start of his bitching correctly, that becoming an omega would make him available to any alpha.
Which, unfortunately for them, was absolutely not the case. Kaoru had continued to give Kojiro the exact same amount of shit, had continued to kick or punch him when the jerk deserved it, had continued to argue and curse his best friend like always. And he hadn't taken any crap from their other friends either, asserting his dominance as one of the best skaters in the group time and time again. Kaoru was still a delinquent skater, omega or not.
All in all, he had been finding some solace in that over the last couple of months. The fact that nobody batted an eye at Kojiro's hand on his nape, deliberately decorated with bruises for everyone else to see, and treated him the same as before made Kaoru feel a tiny bit better.
Especially when everything else was pissing him off.
Kaoru hadn't touched himself in months now. Every single orgasm he'd had since that first humping session had been wrought out of him by Kojiro. Usually by rutting into his crotch at home or at school, which had somehow not ended with them in the principal's office yet, but also by fucking his mouth.
For some reason, despite making Kaoru swallow his cum and sit on cum-soaked panties almost daily, his alpha hadn't actually been looking or touching his dick. Which he always called his clit instead, along with referring to his pussy as if Kaoru really was an omega. Since Kojiro was the only person doing anything to him now, that meant Kaoru had nothing else. All he could think about when he was horny was his alpha's cock, his alpha's cum, his alpha's fangs teasing right over his scent gland—
And he was horny very frequently. Way more than before, and it only seemed to be getting worse. Just thinking about being scented in the morning was enough to get him hard. Kaoru even looked forward to their little rendezvous in the school bathroom and the rest of his training, however much he tried to hide and deny it. Nowhere seemed to be off-limits, the risk of getting caught adding to the excitement that was certainly driving Kojiro in lieu of any signs that his bitching scheme was successful.
The fact that Kaoru's father was angrier than usual had nothing to do with this shit. His judgmental glares, his comments to his wife that they should have had a second child after all, that the Sakurayashiki family hadn't been headed by an omega in hundreds of years…
Kaoru was in a shit mood.
Of course Kojiro could tell, it would be obvious even if his friend didn't read him like an open book since they were little kids. They had been out with the gang for a couple of hours already, the night dragging by at a snail's pace as far as Kaoru was concerned. After challenging three people and beating them handily - two races, one height trick - he was still pissed. And bored. And snappy. Pretty much all he'd said tonight had been insults and taunting, the kind that would likely get them all into trouble if they ran into another gang.
Again. It wouldn't be the first time in their lives, nor the last.
He was about to pick a new victim for his venom, ready to lash out at some innocent dipshit through skating, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kaoru barely managed to turn his face, already snarling, before that hand slid over his back and slipped under his hair, settling on his nape - his eyes landed on Kojiro just as his body sagged into submission, like a switch had been flicked. The grip on his neck was instantly calming, sending waves of a strange, soft kind of pleasure through Kaoru while his mind responded as if programmed.
It was destabilizing, maybe even a bit demoralizing to be subjugated so damn easily, in front of everyone. The rational part of Kaoru's brain knew he was being scruffed and was even angrier because of it, but that was a very tiny voice, easily drowned out by all the cotton that started filling his head. Sure, alphas could (and sometimes saw fit) to do this kind of stuff when their omegas were going off the rails in public… but Kaoru wasn't an omega and Kojiro was not his alpha.
"Come on, you can kick his ass later," his friend said before he could even try to say something, like telling him to fuck off. The asshole talked like this was normal, like was it acceptable for him to treat Kaoru this way in front of the others, and just guided him away. Between the weight of his hand and the part of Kaoru that wanted to obey, it was all too easy for Kojiro to sort of shove, sort of direct him off while everyone else just watched in silence.
Why would they do or say anything, after all? Kaoru was being bitched. And he was letting it happen.
It shouldn't make him all hot and bothered, but it did. His blood was boiling by the time they reached their impromptu destination, an alley close enough to the overpass that Kaoru could see parts of it around the corner. There was a lamp post on the street, located just at the perfect angle that its light flooded into the alley only for a few, short feet, leaving everything else to be swallowed by the dark of night. And that was where they ended up, with Kojiro still scruffing him as they walked into the shadows.
"Let me go," Kaoru tried to demand, his voice coming out in a pathetic croak instead of carrying his anger properly.
"Why, so you can go back to sulking and glaring daggers at everyone?" the alpha scoffed, pressing him against the wall near the back of the alley. Unable to put up any resistance, maybe even unwilling to do so, he braced his hands on the concrete surface and held his breath, heart racing faster by the second. "No, you're gonna calm the fuck down now."
"Oh, that's fucking rich—" Kaoru gasped out the last word, shocked silent by Kojiro squeezing his nape while groping his ass. Shit, fuck, he felt so stupidly easy when his alpha pulled shit like this, exposing how needy and desperate he'd become.
He wasn't an omega. This was normal for a horny teenager, regardless of their presentation. There was no correlation here, no connection, just Kaoru falling prey to his stupid hormones. That was the sole reason for his back arching and his legs parting a little, his hips immediately seeking contact. None of that was because of something that was different about him, though the alpha in him no longer snarled its teeth at his own display of submission. It wasn't gone, it wasn't gone, just… quiet. Subjugated.
"See, you're all bitchy 'cause you need to be put in your place," his friend murmured in his ear, as if anyone was there to hear them.
It was all so quiet, the laughter and joking of their friends poorly carried by the stale night air. The heat was oppressive and Kaoru's shoulders were mostly bare, his t-shirt too large on his frame to cover the many, many bruises already healing on him. Old and recent, in so many colors that it was hard to keep track of. He refused to hide them, not after everyone had seen and heard about what Kojiro was doing to him. People talked, at school and out here in the streets. And now he was squishing Kaoru against this wall in the hot Okinawan night, speaking low and hoarse into his ear, crowding over his body in a way that made his knees buckle and butterflies swarm in his belly.
Fuck.
Kojiro's lips brushed his throat, the sensitive spot right behind his ear, his pulse point— "You need a real alpha's cum, omega?" he asked in a teasing tone, lightly rolling his hips into Kaoru's, and—
"Yuh— ugh, shut up," Kaoru replied, whiny, shaky.
If Kojiro could tell he'd been about to say 'yes' to that nonsense, he didn't comment on it. The only reaction he offered was a growl, but that could just be because he was also extremely horny. Kaoru could feel him getting really hard, really quickly, pressing on his ass through multiple layers of fabric. It would be hard to make sense of anything even if he wasn't losing his capacity to think more and more by the second, thoughts turning muddy and incoherent, his focus entirely on Kojiro’s strong hands roaming his body and those sinful lips on his ear—
"Don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you need, if you just play nice," his alpha promised, those words alone soothing Kaoru into a state of content expectation. There was certainty in them, stability, and a request he could fulfill. It was all too easy to nod, his head pending heavily with another thrust against his ass, then he gasped as he threw his head back, meeting the movement without thinking— "Ask for it, omega."
"Fu— fuck," Kaoru replied, all air leaving his lungs. "Fuck, no."
Chuckling into his shoulder, oh, right over his scent gland— Kojiro licked him, teasing a possible bite, before sucking a fresh mark next to it. He nibbled on his skin, lavishing the spot with open mouthed kisses while his focus was elsewhere— On Kaoru's jeans, undoing them, easing them down and then his own, but nothing else.
Their bodies remained close, with Kojiro's nose brushing painfully on his bruises and the few spots where his skin was still pristine. His hands stayed on the wall, nails seeking purchase but finding nothing, as his alpha carefully reached around his waist - to caress his tiny, shrunken cock while keeping a few inches before their hips, gods—
"Come on, you know you're an omega, you can just accept it," Kojiro started, not quite coaxing because there was mockery in his voice, and yet that was precisely why Kaoru's dick throbbed. His anger had morphed almost completely into arousal by now, every fiber of his being clamoring for his alpha's cock, for his alpha's virile cum on his pussy— "Ask for it like a good little omega, hmm?" he asked, fangs nearly sinking into Kaoru's earlobe.
The word tumbled out of him, only that, like a plume in free fall, dancing in the air. Weak, vulnerable, lost between reason and need. "Please—"
That seemed to suffice for Kojiro. He slotted their bodies together, his heavy frame completely covering Kaoru in a way that was mind-numbing. Everything suddenly felt right and perfect, not a thing wrong with his world so long as his alpha's cock was between his legs. The lightest touch was enough to make him shudder in pleasure, some heightened sensitivity in his crotch that Kaoru hadn't realized was there before this moment and that caught him by surprise.
Being humped through the fabric of his panties always made him so fucking desperate. Kaoru couldn't control his thoughts properly like this, more focused on keeping his mouth from running off without him. He couldn't let Kojiro know how badly he wanted to be filled, to be fucked, to be claimed— If he wasn't an omega, was he broken? Was he a bad alpha for wanting to come on another alpha's cock? Had Kaoru turned out to be a failed alpha anyway, even if he didn't become a proper omega?
Not that it mattered. He was being bitched in a random alley while their friends were nearby, in the open, where anyone could see.
It didn't matter. They all knew that Kaoru was Kojiro's bitch now, regardless of anything else.
His alpha held his hips in place with one hand and his throat with the other, muscular arm wrapped around Kaoru's torso almost too roughly. Moving wasn't really an option, though his body sought more friction anyway, rubbing desperately onto the thick cock between his legs. They were squeezed together, a pressure in his core telling his body to clench around Kojiro's dick, if only it would enter him—
And Kojiro wouldn't stop biting him. Around his scent gland, so close, right next to it— Each suck made him moan more, so empty— "Need some alpha cum inside your pussy, omega? Tell me, c'mon," he demanded, fucking faster and faster into his thighs, his crotch—
"I— please— plea— ah! please—" Kaoru gasped, trying to speak and nearly sobbing instead, one of his hands reaching down—
"No, none of that," his alpha growled into his ear, grabbing his wrist, holding it tight against his chest while his hips snapped uncontrollably, "You're an omega, you can come just from my cock."
A statement of fact, one he couldn't deny, there was nothing he could do about it. His burning core was proof, the moans spilling from his lips said it all, Kaoru was on the verge of coming like a proper omega. He was, head thrown back against his alpha's shoulder, their bodies moving in perfect sync because his own hips kept bucking into the source of his pleasure. More, he needed Kojiro to fill him, needed to have his pussy hole stuffed and to be plugged by a real alpha's knot— fuck, his clit ached—
"Omega, fuck—" his friend groaned, shifting the angle and it seemed to be enough for him, his pace turning erratic for a short moment before he squeezed Kaoru against his chest. His scorching breath made Kaoru feel even hotter, trapped by strong arms, and then there was only his cock pulsing, more and more cum dripping down Kaoru's thighs— "Perfect omega, so good for me—"
That was what did it for him. The praise, the validation and the pride in knowing his body made Kojiro feel like that. His heart skipped a beat as every muscle in his body seized, shocked into a release that made him dizzy, his mind entirely focused on how much his alpha was spilling between his legs. Inside, he wanted it inside, needed it like he needed air in his burning lungs, fuck—
He only realized he was making a lot of noise when Kojiro shushed him, his voice cutting through the haze of Kaoru's orgasm like nothing else could. Awareness of his own body returned to him all at once, from the way his legs had turned into jelly, past the sticky wetness on his crotch and thighs, to the way he was whimpering helplessly like a needy omega, a real omega, shit.
While Kaoru was still coming down from his climax, he was now suddenly terrified at the thoughts unwittingly crossing his mind, the ways he kept slipping into calling himself an omega, into calling Kojiro his alpha. He had been doing it a lot lately, maybe for weeks at this point if he was being honest with himself, and he didn't want that. Was Kaoru really being bitched? Was he going insane or something? No matter how many times he corrected himself, actively forcing the thoughts in his head to align with his stubborn resolve to prove Kojiro wrong even if he had to deny reality in the process, his stupid brain kept reminding him.
In this state, stripped bare of his pretenses by the sheer force of his orgasm, Kaoru couldn't hide from the conflict inside his head. All of the things that had been bothering him lately were just a reflection, shockwaves from a bigger impact at the center of who he was.
An omega.
Maybe… Maybe he should just accept that.
The sharp clack of a skateboard hitting the pavement somewhere nearby alerted them that someone was coming into the alley. Instead of pulling away, Kojiro wrapped his jacket around them so that it was probably impossible for someone standing at the entrance of the alley to see them properly. They were blanketed in darkness, huddled together against the wall, but Kaoru still froze in terror anyway.
Terror and something else, his hole clenching at the thought of being caught with his pants down and cum drying on his thighs. Heat traveled up his spine, making his cheeks burn, and Kojiro must be able to feel how his heartbeat turned loud, almost painful, his breathing quick and ragged—
"You guys done over there?" a familiar voice asked, far enough that Kaoru struggled to understand it. Or was that because he couldn't focus, deafened by the rush of blood in his ears? "We're thinking of hitting the konbini for drinks."
"Yeah, we'll be right there," Kojiro replied for them both, sounding sure and commanding like only an alpha could. There was an edge to his voice, though, something that made Kaoru's thighs squeeze together a bit. Thankfully the alpha's cock had already started to go soft, no longer trapped between his legs like a burning hot iron rod, so maybe he didn't notice his reaction.
"Sure, man," their friend agreed easily, seemingly unbothered.
There was a short pause during which neither of them moved. Kojiro was likely paying attention, making sure their friend had left before he pulled away, but Kaoru couldn't even tell up from down at that moment. The wall held up his weight as he sagged forward, yet again left unable to walk properly after being bitched brainless. The concrete felt cool and almost pleasant on his clammy skin, so at least there was that.
"Need me to carry you?" Kojiro asked, a little smug and mocking, but he could hear the underlying concern in his question. He could feel it in the light touch to his shoulder, in the comforting press of their bodies still so close together. His friend wasn't going to let him actually fall on the concrete floor, but he wasn't literally holding him up anymore - maybe in equal parts to tease him about how well he'd fucked Kaoru, as well as to give him some space.
This shouldn't make him feel so emotional and so conflicted.
"I'll kill you in your sleep if you do," was his reply, while indicating to the best of his ability that he wanted Kojiro to help him fix his clothes. Which only worked because they had been attached at the hip all their lives, communicating in gestures as much as words since kindergarten, including the friendly death threats. "I'm crashing at yours and you're making me a full stack of pancakes, by the way."
"Of course," Kojiro replied like that was a given, because it was. So was him wordlessly draping his jacket over Kaoru's shoulders, not asking or offering, because…
They rejoined their friends like that, everyone very clearly watching and taking note of Kaoru wearing his alpha's jacket. They stank of sex, his neck was covered in even more blooming bruises, and Cherry Blossom felt like reminding them that wasn't tamed even if he was a bitch omega.
"Race me," he told Kojiro after they got some ramune in their systems and his legs no longer felt like they couldn't hold his weight. "For Monday's lunch money."
His best friend scoffed, kicking up his skateboard. "You're on, princess."
Ten minutes later, Kaoru smirked at him from the finish line while their friends hooted and cheered. It was a short, but intense race that left Joe's chiseled chest dripping sweat all over again. And maybe the bastard knew that seeing him like this made Kaoru unreasonably horny now, but it was worth it to prove to himself that he was still the same person, alpha or omega.
-*-
The pain started registering for Kaoru seven months in.
He woke up in the middle of the night feeling strange, a weird kind of discomfort in his body that had been bothering him on and off for days, maybe weeks even, and had finally grown beyond what he could ignore. Then he shifted in bed and gasped at the pain between his legs, like there was something pressing hard into his skin.
Into his skin, through it, as if cutting him right in the middle.
His sleep-addled mind couldn't understand what the fuck was happening, especially as he thoughtlessly reached for his crotch and then yelped at how incredibly sensitive it felt. Confusion started turning to panic fast, his brain struggling to catch up to what was happening with his body as he rushed to turn the bedside light on. Thankfully there was no blood on his blanket or clothes, even on his underwear - everything looked okay as he peeled off the layers.
It didn't look okay under his boxers, though.
In fact, it looked really fucking weird. His cock looked even smaller than it did a couple of days ago, like it had shrunk considerably more, like the process was going faster. And that was when it clicked, as Kaoru bent to look at his reddened crotch, that this was because of his bitching. From his tiny cock, all the way down his perineum, the whole area looked kind of angry, mottled and swollen, almost as if it was hurt. The seam along the middle was noticeably darker, the most sensitive part, and he shuddered just from touching it again.
This couldn't be real. There was no way this was actually happening. He must be dreaming or hallucinating or—
His fucking genitals were changing. There was no way to really deny it, especially as he sat in front of the mirror and spread his legs to get a better look. His body really was turning into that of an omega, had been slowly transforming for months now, and now it was actually starting to give him… a pussy. Kaoru didn't want to believe it and had been (feebly) fighting Kojiro on this since this whole bitching thing started, but his eyes did not deceive him.
Fuck. Fuck, okay.
This was a problem. Kojiro was going to find out the next time he—
Kaoru whined, feeling himself flush as a surge of arousal hit him at the thought. It made his sensitive crotch feel like it had been zapped or something, his hole clenching hard. Gods, he could see his cock twitch slightly, tiny and pathetic as it was now.
He couldn't let Kojiro find out.
"You're acting weird," Kojiro said without preamble the minute they walked through the door the next day, still in the genkan, because of course he had noticed. "Like, you've been acting weird all day."
Kaoru didn't even know how to reply to that. He had no plan whatsoever, unsure how to keep his best friend from realizing what was happening to his body. They had been doing this stuff for months now, his belly already full of butterflies in anticipation of what was coming, and the added anxiety of hiding his changing body made him extra quiet.
"Kaoru?"
"I'm fine," he lied, heading to the kitchen in the hope of delaying the inevitable. Kojiro's footsteps were muted as he followed, their socked feet making no real noise in his painfully silent house. Even the hum of the refrigerator barely cut through the thick, unsteady tension growing in the air between them. "We should start doing our homework, there's a lot of stuff we gotta review for the test—"
Kojiro's hand on his nape shut him up immediately, his whole body trembling with the sudden and overwhelming need to relax. The bottle Kaoru had just grabbed from the fridge nearly fell out of his hand, fingers flexing in an attempt not to fucking melt into the alpha pressing into his body. "You're hiding something from me," his friend concluded easily, crowding over him and speaking softly into his ear.
He had to bite his lip to keep from begging. What for, Kaoru wasn't exactly sure - there was simply a need to submit inside him that he'd been fruitlessly fighting for months, one that now felt silly to even question. What was the point of resisting if his body truly was changing? If he was really turning into an omega, what did his silence accomplish? Kaoru didn't know that, either, but he wasn't about to break just yet.
Even if his oversensitive crotch ached with the slightest hint of his alpha's cock lodged against it. Fuck.
"What's bothering you, hmm? You were so restless in class today," Kojiro whispered, lips brushing under his ear and lower, over his scent gland. The marks he'd left around it a couple of days ago were already gone, had faded just a little bit slower than they used to, and Kaoru irrationally wished they would stay. If anything, maybe his heart would stop racing so much at the scrape of fangs over the sensitive spot. "Is something wrong with you, omega?"
The tinge of demand in his tone made it almost impossible to ignore the question. "No," Kaoru managed, shakier than he'd like to sound. "I'm fine."
"Yeah?" his friend asked amusedly, huffing against his neck before kissing him there. Oh, he was getting hard already, fuck— Kojiro's lips left a trail of hot, painful marks on his throat and shoulder, pulling his uniform shirt to the side for better access, and he deftly avoided the one place where Kaoru wanted him to bite. Shit, it felt so good— "You're fine, huh? Then let's go, it's time for your practice, pretty little omega."
Kaoru muffled his moan to the best of his ability, nodding minutely. Obeying felt easier and easier every time, less like he was fighting against something inside him that demanded he rebel against another alpha's command. The tug of submission pulled him down, overwhelming him with a need to follow Kojiro's orders, and he… he wanted to comply, to do as he was told, to be under his alpha's body—
They went to his bedroom with Kojiro's hand firmly on his nape, guiding him like a lamb to slaughter. Kaoru put up no resistance, pliant and happy to be led to his bed yet again. There was nothing he could do about this even if he wanted to, and he really didn't, despite his worry about what he was hiding. It was a futile effort anyway. When Kojiro ordered him to strip down to his underwear and present, Kaoru body burned with so much arousal that it didn't make any sense in his head anymore.
"You look so much better wearing these, y'know?" his friend commented, a little hoarse already as he groped Kaoru's ass over his panties. Thankfully these were dark blue and somewhat modest, part of the bunch he'd bought to wear on a day to day basis rather than the lacy stuff that Kojiro made him wear sometimes. This meant he was showing nothing despite having his ass up in the air, positioned like an omega in heat asking for a knot.
Kaoru bit his hand to keep from saying anything. The mental image of his best friend actually filling him, making him mewl in need— No, he couldn't open his mouth or something compromising would come out.
"I want you to get a skirt for your uniform," Kojiro continued, clueless to his growing desperation and anxiety. Strong fingers slipped between his asscheeks and brushed over the place where Kaoru ached, truly ached, wrenching a whine out of him that thankfully was mostly muffled by the bedding. "To make it easier to do this during breaks."
"Fuck, gods—" he groaned, muscles locking in an attempt not to do anything stupid. Anything, neither leaning into Kojiro's touch or away from it, nothing, he just had to hold on and be still until it was over.
"That will probably help, don't you think?"
Kaoru took a deep breath, knowing he was expected to reply. Obeying like a good omega, submissive to his alpha, was becoming way too easy and natural - he no longer had to force the words out, because now they seemed to spill from his lips with little to no prompting. Instead of saying something that would probably sound a lot like pleading, Kaoru just nodded into the comforter.
Kojiro hummed, satisfied for the time being, and pulled away. The loss of his touch was actually painful, a lingering buzz left in its wake that made Kaoru whimper and clench. Fuck, he wanted his alpha's hands on him, he needed to be touched, to be praised for his obedience— But he stayed as quiet as he could, listening to the faint sounds of his best friend undressing as well, pants falling to the floor with a muffled thud. "Y'know, your hips look wider to me," his alpha commented while lightly caressing his sides, body partially draped over his— "Like proper child bearing hips."
"Kojiro, please," Kaoru gasped, fighting so hard against the urge to grind back into the bulge he could tell was there, brushing against his need. It ached, his core so tense that his legs trembled.
"Look at you, so needy already," Kojiro groaned, gripping his waist a little too hard just to make him gasp again, and gave him what he wanted. Of course he knew, the mixed scent of their mutual arousal pungent in the air, filling Kaoru's lungs and making him even hornier. Just like in every other 'practice' session, his alpha humped him slow and hard, pressing against his taint and what was left of his balls - grinding into his extremely sensitive, growing cunt.
Kaoru let out a sound that was probably equal parts moan and yelp, a strangely pleasant pain flaring from between his legs. It coursed through him, forcing his body to respond even if he didn't want to. He didn't, he didn't, it was the budding omega in him that bucked into his alpha's thick cock while whimpering helplessly. Only for a moment, however, because realization hit him right away like a bucket of cold water and he shifted forward, trying to distance himself from Kojiro—
"What was that?" his friend demanded, fingers digging into the meat of his hips to keep him in place. Another filthy, slow grind made Kaoru shudder, face pressed into the bedding to muffle himself, but it was pointless. Kojiro growled, holding their bodies pressed together as he asked again, "What are you hiding from me? Hmm?"
As a last ditch effort to protect the shredded remains of his dignity, he refused to answer. That was how Kaoru chose to frame his frantic head shaking and whimpering, because his cock was throbbing, his hole clenched again and again with the need to be filled, and he could feel the alpha's cock twitch against his taint. He wanted it inside him, fuck, fuck—
"Fine, if you won't tell me, guess I have to see for myself."
His heart skipped a beat.
Kojiro pulled away once again, fingers slipping under the waistband of Kaoru's panties. There was a pause, perhaps a moment of hesitation, before his alpha pulled the fabric down to the middle of his thighs, completely baring his whole crotch. "What the—" he let out under his breath. "It's all… red, and angry," he mumbled mostly to himself, the sound of his voice moving as he knelt behind Kaoru. His fingertips carefully traced over sensitive skin and followed the seam where it looked stretched, raw, changing. Kojiro ignored his gasp, inspecting Kaoru's crotch as calmly as he'd look over a recipe book. "Is this…"
A more composed Kaoru would have snarked at him, asking what did he think it was or if he needed glasses now as well. Just a few months before all this, it would have been natural and easy to insult or tease Kojiro about it, even if there was no reason for his best friend to be staring at his crotch outside of bitching him. As it was, the only thing Kaoru could do was bite his hand again, so as to not moan like— like—
"Wow," Kojiro let out in an almost reverent tone, surprise coming through clearly in his voice, and pressed his fingers harder against a specific spot. It must be where the opening would form because the touch wrenched a loud, broken cry out of Kaoru, something between a moan and a yelp, and his legs trembled to the point of nearly giving out under him. "Aw, is this sensitive?"
"Fuck— off—" he managed, strangled, face burning and fingers tightly gripping the bedding.
"Don't you want me to play with your little growing pussy, omega?" the alpha asked right against his achy taint, nose brushing him there. The want, the need inside him flared even stronger than before at the thought of being kissed there— "This is proof, y'know."
How could this bastard expect him to hold an actual conversation like this? With his ass up while being teased, groped, tortured in such a humiliating way? Did he have any idea how hard it was for Kaoru to say anything that wasn't giving in to the heat spreading from his core, making his head swim and his hole clench around nothing? Then again, maybe he knew very well what he was doing. "Proof— fuck, proof of what?" Kaoru asked softly, barely above a whisper.
It was unclear if he actually heard or just knew what the response would be, as it made no real difference in what he'd say next. They both knew it, but Kojiro was clearly enjoying the process of forcing it out of his mouth. "Proof that you were meant to be an omega, Kaoru, that this," he paused to lick that one spot, right where Kaoru instinctively wanted him inside, groaning loudly before he pulled back, "this is where you're meant to be."
Any argument that Kaoru could have come up with was caught in his throat along with the moan he struggled to contain. More, he needed more, he wanted more, his whole body was starting to shake and beg for the sweet mercy of release. He was so much more pent up than he realized, than he even thought possible, arousal coiled in his guts like a snake ready to strike. It was so intense that the instant he felt Kojiro's cock rub against his oversensitive taint, he immediately fell.
"Fuck, look at you," his alpha grunted, grabbing his bucking hips with both hands to grind properly into him, all pretense of taunting gone out the window. Just like when they did this with their underwear on, Kojiro started to thrust into his crotch, frotting with his needy hole, and he gave Kaoru no time to breathe or enjoy his orgasm. "Made for this, you were made for this, princess—"
Between the pleasure-pain radiating from his taint and the drawn out release coursing through his veins, all Kaoru could do was take it. What little control he had left over his body was used to bite his hand, and then the comforter when he nearly drew blood from himself, in order to keep from begging. It felt so fucking good to be reminded told what he was deep inside, put in his place, used for his alpha's pleasure. His pussy throbbed with each hard roll of Kojiro's hips into it, responding to the demands of his alpha, becoming what it should have always been and what it needed to be, for Kojiro to fill and breed and knot—
Kaoru wanted it. He wanted it so bad, fuck, he could feel it in every fiber of his being. Fuck, he might— maybe he really was meant to be an omega—
"I can feel you trying to hold back, y'know," Kojiro mumbled, leaning down to whisper in his ear and breathe hotly on the sensitive spot right behind it. The position was close enough to mounting him that Kaoru simply turned his head, exposing his neck, silently asking for something he shouldn't be— "Fuck, yeah, you want me to bite you, omega?"
He wasn't thinking straight, could barely make sense of what was going through his mind, and then there were fangs lightly scraping his scent gland— "Kojiro, I'm— I'm not—" Kaoru tried, struggling to even remember why he should be fighting this while his body had already given up.
"Yes, you are," his alpha countered, biting just a little further up his neck to prove his point. The ensuing moan was so much louder than any before, a needy and pathetic noise that betrayed how much Kaoru wanted this. Kojiro sat up and grabbed his hair, wrapping it in his fist and tugging to force his head up from the bed. That way it was impossible to hide his panting, his mewling, his cursing every time their hips met, as his alpha forced him to arch like a bowstring. "Say it, Kaoru, say it for me—"
"I'm an omega, I am, fuck, I'm gonna—" he started mumbling on command, tears streaming down his face as his now tiny cock flapped uselessly between his legs and his pussy ached with each grind of his alpha's heavy cock. This time their climaxes were in sync, their bodies singing in unison at the crest of their pleasure, and Kaoru sobbed harder as he felt Kojiro come all over his crotch. Potent, virile alpha cum that his best friend kept grinding into him, as if it had dripped out of his hole and needed to be pushed back inside, where it belonged.
Kaoru wanted that in a way that scared him in the dawning clarity that came after his release, arms and legs shaking with the effort to keep himself in position. Like the good omega he was, apparently, just letting his alpha spread and coat cum on his shrunken balls, his cock that didn't even leak anymore, his red and sore taint where his cunt would soon be. It was weirder without the barrier of underwear between them and in the wake of much more heated, intense frotting than ever before. Thankfully Kojiro didn't tease him further about any of it through the process of smearing him with cum, then he flopped on the bed beside Kaoru to recover from… all that.
At least they were still them, so Kaoru didn't let himself think too hard about it, he just curled up against his friend's side to gather his bearings again.
-*-
"My parents are taking the girls over to this swimming event in the mainland," Kojiro started during lunch, in between stealing bites of Kaoru's sandwich despite the fact that he had been the one to make it. They were sitting under a tree in a quiet corner of their school, away from everyone else as usual, so Kaoru wasn't really worried about anyone seeing that Kojiro was fucking scruffing and hand feeding him. "They're going to be out for a week."
"Good for them," he mumbled, struggling to keep his shit together.
In the past few weeks, the changes in his body had become more and more apparent to the point that people were starting to notice. Granted, none of them knew that Kaoru had already started developing alpha traits before this, since he'd always preferred pants to skirts and didn't hook up with strangers nearly as often as some people believed he did. Now that he had grown small tits and changed his uniform to better show off his curves, many of their classmates and teachers had certainly realized he would present as an omega. A late bloomer omega was rare, but not unheard of, so they didn't bat an eye and just kept on with their lives.
Kaoru's parents weren't happy, but they'd never be satisfied with him anyway.
The real problem at the moment was that he had never been this horny in his life. It was like his natural state was just 'aroused' now, the intensity of his need growing with every day over the past couple of weeks. Unlike the occasional morning wood or the light flares of desire that Kaoru had experienced during his short time as a blooming alpha, this was driving him insane. The difference was so stark that he wasn't even sure if that whole thing hadn't been a biological mishap, a problem that Kojiro had rectified by bitching him. How could Kaoru deny it when it felt so right, when his alpha made him feel more and more like he really was meant to be an omega? That he wasn't born to be an alpha after all?
His best friend had 'upgraded' his practices since the day he discovered Kaoru's growing pussy. It had since become part of their routine that Kojiro bent him over the toilet at school every day just to give him an extra dose of alpha cum, grinding into his extremely sensitive crotch and demanding he call himself an omega. And Kaoru obeyed, muffling his moans to the best of his ability while his alpha rubbed hot circles over his fat, hard clit. That was what it was, his balls having apparently absorbed back into his body as his pussy prepared to finish forming… any day now. In the last three days Kaoru's crotch had been constantly sore and sometimes it actually hurt, like maybe the skin was tearing open at the seams.
What all that meant was that, sitting here with cum drying in his panties, an incredibly achy crotch, sore tits, and his alpha's heavy hand on his nape keeping him docile and needy, Kaoru was a little bit salty. Mostly because what he'd much rather be doing was sucking Kojiro's dick instead.
"We'll have the house to ourselves after they leave next Friday," Kojiro continued pointedly after letting him stew in his grumpiness for a while. Holding the sandwich up for him, his friend didn't even have to order him anymore, but he always gently squeezed his nape in a very pleasant way after Kaoru obediently took a bite. "And since you look very…"
His annoyance reached a fever pitch. "Go on, say it. Raw? Gnarly? Like there's a pussy about to pop open between my legs?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine, what I'm saying is I won't be touching your cunt until then," Kojiro retorted, sounding honestly apologetic for once. Over what, exactly, it was hard to tell. Kaoru wouldn't ask and his friend certainly wouldn't linger in it long enough to clarify what he meant. "And neither will you."
"I already don't do that," he retorted pointedly, the words just tumbling out of him in annoyance despite the fact that he didn't want to say that out loud. It would send the wrong message. The reason why Kaoru could barely stand to wash himself, whining and trembling through it every day, was that he was painfully sensitive lately. Which Kojiro knew, being responsible for it and all. Above all, though, Kaoru wanted the alpha to touch him so badly that his own hands did nothing for him at the moment.
Oblivious to the cause of his pout, his best friend arched an eyebrow at him while taking another bite of sandwich, then offered him some more. The gentle grasp on his nape turned the slightest bit tighter, a light pressure that made Kaoru press his legs together as subtly as he could, fuck, gods— "Just tell me if anything… changes before Friday," Kojiro instructed him, and he just nodded obediently.
The only thing that changed was how much more intense the ache in his crotch became. That and his need to be fucked silly.
By Thursday, Kaoru could barely sit without being overtaken with the need to grind into something. It hurt when he did so, but it hurt all the time anyway, so that wasn't really a choice. Thankfully the school nurse mistook his embarrassed mumbling for the expected stirrings of an omega's incoming first heat, so he didn't have to explain that his pain was because he was growing a pussy. The omega smell coming from him said everything the nurse needed to know, more potent than before but not yet carrying the distinctive notes of heat. It all seemed perfectly normal so long as nobody looked under his skirt. Kaoru's heart raced like crazy when he found his friend just waiting right in front of the infirmary door to check on him.
Kojiro had apparently followed him out of the classroom, something that deeply pleased the nascent omega inside him. "Is everything okay?" he asked in a low, demanding tone that made Kaoru whimper. At least there was no one around to hear it but his alpha, whose gaze burned him in the most amazing way.
"I'm just— I need to go home, can't," and he had to swallow, looking away from Kojiro to preserve a sliver of his dignity, "can't sit like this."
"Oh, right," the eloquent idiot said softly, letting go of his arm. The loss of contact made Kaoru whimper again, a small and pathetic noise that he kind of hated, even if it made Kojiro step closer to him. Gods, he wanted to kiss and climb his alpha like a tree, he needed to be fucked, needed to be full— "Want me to walk you home? Maybe I should—"
"No," Kaoru cut him off, suddenly terrified. "If— no. I'm excused for the day and for tomorrow, I'll just go to your place early and… wait for you there."
Kojiro shook his head, face stern. "I'm skipping class."
"No," Kaoru tried again, fighting the urge to sink to his knees or turn around and— "Scent me."
"What?" his best friend asked, pupils so blown that the perfect wine color of his eyes disappeared almost completely as he stepped closer, dangerously close, tempting, his alpha scent so overpowering—
"Here, now, so I can go home and— just trust me, it's better this way," Kaoru settled on because otherwise he'd beg for his alpha to cover his cunt in cum, which would be bad and stupid. Especially because they were in the middle of the hallway, standing right outside the infirmary. Could anyone smell the growing arousal in the air? It was almost drowning out every other thought in Kaoru's head, his need compounded by the proximity to his alpha and Kojiro's scent flooding his senses, so he needed to leave. Now. "Come on," he added in a pleading tone that he couldn't really control.
"Fuck, okay, okay," Kojiro let out, clenching and unclenching his fists a few times as he took a few deep breaths. This was the first time Kaoru had ever asked him for this, so that was probably getting to him. It was definitely affecting Kaoru, but everything was affecting the shit out of Kaoru right now. Kojiro grabbed his nape, sending an intense wave of pleasure through him just from that simple touch, then offered his wrist for him to nuzzle into, gods, his scent— "That's it, you're such a good omega."
Kaoru whined softly as he drank him in, letting the scent of his alpha settle over his like he'd been doing for months now. Their scents mixed, seeping into his skin together, marking him temporarily for anyone that came near to know who he belonged to. That he was already owned, even if he wasn't permanently marked and claimed yet, that his heat was just for one alpha and no one else—
Fuck, shit, he had to leave.
Unable to properly control even his thoughts, let alone his body, Kaoru pried himself away from his alpha through sheer force of will. Not his alpha, not yet, Kojiro wasn't— They weren't a thing, this was just a stupid bet, and he had to remember that against the rush of need clouding his judgment. "Don't skip school tomorrow," he repeated in a hoarse plea because he knew in his heart that he would need the time alone but didn't want to admit it out loud.
For once in their lives, Kojiro agreed without making a snarky comment or putting up a fight. Instead, he simply nodded and let Kaoru leave, somehow not following him or trapping him against the wall to bite him—
Yeah, Kaoru would need the time alone.
Because he needed to nest.
Funnily enough, he didn't even feel the urge to do so in his own bedroom. Not past what he'd already been unconsciously doing for weeks, he supposed, with the t-shirts his best friend had left behind on their last few sleepovers finding their way into Kaoru's bed. The cozy pile of blankets he curled up into after getting home from school smelled faintly like Kojiro, his own uniform carrying the alpha's scent enough to calm him, and that kept him from going insane with need as his body ached.
Kaoru needed his alpha. Needed him, needed his scent and his knot—
And his pussy felt like it was literally on fire.
For the rest of the day, he barely ate, sleeping in short fits between long, drawn out sessions of ragged panting into Kojiro's shirts. The cold he felt was a reflection of the fever right under his skin, which had turned from a slight and easily ignored chill on Thursday morning to an unbearable need for warmth by that night. His legs pressed together against his will, seeking relief from pain and friction both, though neither would come to him until his alpha took care of him.
Kaoru was an omega, he couldn't deny it anymore when even his thoughts had shifted to reflect it, the truth coming through loud and clear inside his head where he couldn't hide from it. His instincts told him that this was his body preparing to go into heat, even if common sense hadn’t yet led him to that conclusion. This was proof that he was meant to be an omega, was it not? Everything Kaoru was feeling was so much more intense than anything he'd ever experienced in his short time living as an alpha - a strange detour on his way to becoming the omega he was supposed to be.
That must be the truth, it had to be, and he was ready to accept it.
His alpha's scent lingered on him enough that no one dared to touch him until he reached Kojiro's house, only getting some weird looks on the street from people who could tell he was an omega in distress. The dipshit did in fact go to school without him on Friday, thank fuck, which meant Kaoru could let himself in early with the spare key the Nanjo hid under a potted plant. He didn't even know how he made it there without doubling over in pain or anything, but he managed it and dragged himself into his best friend's bedroom without even thinking about it.
Kaoru knew his way to Kojiro's bed with his eyes closed even before his alpha's scent guided him there. The closer he got, he more naked he got, dropping his clothes as a trail leading from the front door to the bed before flopping into it. Oh, finally, finally, this was the right place for him, this was his nest—
The rightness of it all was comforting as he buried his face in Kojiro's blankets and inhaled deeply, taking in lungfuls of his scent. Maybe his alpha knew what he needed, always so thoughtful and attentive to his needs since they were little, and had piled every blanket possible there for him to nest into. Still, Kaoru grabbed Kojiro's used sleep pants and underwear from the floor, thanking the gods for the idiot's slob tendencies, and brought them with him to bed. They smelled of his friend's arousal, of his cock and his precum, and helped calm the beast inside him while the pain grew.
This, this was why he needed to be here alone, his whole body burning with need as his crotch ached so much that he couldn't walk or talk or think. Naked and curled up with Kojiro's smelly clothes, Kaoru whimpered as his body descended into heat in a state of free fall. He held onto the scent of his alpha with both hands and shook, whimpering helplessly, as the pain kept him awake but delirious for what felt like ages, gods, he needed Kojiro so bad—
"Holy fuuuck," he heard from the door, the voice of the only one who could sate his need, the only one who could take care of Kaoru now, the one responsible for his sorry state. A dip in the bed was the only warning he had before strong hands were grabbing his hips and moving him, putting him up on his knees to expose him— "Oh, fuck—"
"Alpha," Kaoru whined, feeling the air touching his burning pussy so intensely that it almost made him sob. The smell of Kojiro's arousal started to become strong enough to rival his own, mixing with it, filling his lungs. "Please—"
"I'm here, my pretty omega, fuck," his alpha breathed into his sensitive skin, immediately burying his face there. Oh, fuck— fuck— "Your pussy is perfect, baby," Kojiro groaned against it, licking up and down, and into his hole—
Kaoru screamed into the bedding, arching and pressing into the pleasure, the teasing tongue of his alpha, his alpha, his alpha that was eating him out like he was pure ambrosia. His knees gave out under him so quickly and yet it didn't matter, Kojiro's hands holding him up to feast on his brand new hole, wet and burning hot. Everything was so hot and it was hard to breathe, hard to think, but he didn't need or want anything else. All he needed was his alpha kissing and nosing and licking his folds, his hole, his throbbing clit— "Fuckfuckfuck!"
"Perfect, omega," Kojiro promised him for just a heartbeat of respite, a moment during which Kaoru could gulp in air desperately— Nothing could compare to the feeling of his alpha sucking on his clit, fingers pushing into his needy hole at the same time, and Kaoru's release hit him harder and faster than ever before. "That's it, you're so hot inside, fuck—"
"Fuck me, fill me, knot me," he begged in a chant, again and again, while his body was wracked by his orgasm. Fuck, it felt so good, so fucking right— Collapsing on the bed, Kaoru rolled onto his side only because he needed fresh air, or the next closest thing in the heavy atmosphere of Kojiro's bedroom.
That was a lie, probably the last one he was capable of before his mind stopped working completely for the duration of his heat. What he really needed was to see his alpha, to watch him hastily undress with the lower half of his face still covered in slick, looking fucking ravenous and smelling of rut.
Kojiro was going into rut because of him. The omega pride swelling in his chest was undeniable.
"Can't believe you were waiting for me like this, babygirl," he groaned, nearly tripping on his pants in his rush to join Kaoru in bed. That shouldn't be so cute and hot. Any and all other thoughts disappeared from his head once Kojiro's cock was out, leaking so much precum that it glistened in the low light. "You smell so fucking good."
The parts of Kaoru capable of snarking or even trying to be a smart-ass were all too busy being desperate to be fucked. It was like every cell of his body was literally on fire now that his alpha was there and he could smell him, their bodies responding to each other in perfect harmony, just like they were supposed to. He was an omega, Kojiro had made him one, so Kaoru didn't hesitate before presenting for him.
After months being made to do this, coaxed into putting his ass up and showing his cunt for his alpha, now he felt eager about it. He felt empty and needy, there was slick literally dripping from between his legs, and he knew he was ready to take his alpha's knot.
Kaoru needed it.
"Oh, fuck," Kojiro murmured in awe, his voice coming out so low and hoarse that it hit him like a fucking truck. Their eyes met over his shoulder as his alpha touched his lower back reverently, actually trembling a little bit. "Can you say it for me, princess?"
"Please knot me, Koji," Kaoru begged without any ounce of shame, literally clenching around nothing.
"Gods, yeah, lemme take care of you, sweetheart," his alpha replied easily, climbing on the bed once again and positioning behind him, his touch firmer now but not that much.
His heart was beating so fast and yet he wasn't nervous, not in the way he'd expected to be when this moment came. No, Kaoru was excited to be filled on his first heat, to be knotted by his best friend. And Kojiro had never done this before, either, though it was easy to forget that most of the time.
Gods, this was really happening.
"Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you," his alpha, no, not just that, his best friend and the person he cared about the most in the entire world assured him with a gentle touch on his lower back, a squeeze to his waist that made his breath catch. Kojiro lined up to his hole without letting go, lightly rubbing against him and nudging the tip of his cock where Kaoru needed it— "You're ready for this, princess, your pussy is soaked."
"Then just— ah, please, alpha," Kaoru begged, pressing back into his cock just a little, just enough to make his desperation clear.
Kojiro growled and held him in place properly, fingers digging into the meat of his hips to keep him from moving. Maybe that was for the best, because a moment later he felt the pressure of his alpha's cock entering him and every other thought vanished from his head for good. The sensation was maddening, stretching him open inch by inch, sliding easily both because of the slick dripping from him and because his omega cunt naturally responded to it. The slow push was such delicious torture, filling him so well, making his legs tremble again— "I got you, baby," Kojiro groaned, holding him up again as he melted.
Kaoru's brand new pussy clenched around him, his arms giving out with a deep moan. It felt so fucking good, better than anything he'd ever experienced, much better than just being humped and coated with his alpha's cum. The smell of Kojiro's arousal was intoxicating, he couldn't get enough of it, gods, fuck—
When their hips finally met, after some intense and very gradual grinding, both of them moaned. The feeling of Kojiro's knot pressing against his hole made him feral, already so thick and not even fully popped yet, and it was going inside him. It nudged on Kaoru's throbbing clit as they shifted together, adjusting to the intense sensations, holy fuck— "Alpha—!" Kaoru cried out, bucking against him.
That seemed to be all it took for Kojiro to lose what little control he still had, drawing almost entirely out only to slam back into his cunt. The rhythm he started was just shy of too much, fucking into Kaoru hard enough that he felt every stroke in his guts, and yet it was perfect. Like his alpha knew exactly what he needed and how to please him, as if their connection ran so deep that it was in their blood how to make each other crazy. Their bodies were finally in sync, matching pieces fit together just right, his pussy taking all of Kojiro's hugs cock the way it was meant to.
Fuck, Kaoru was always meant to be an omega. This was right and true and perfect, pleasure singing through his body so loudly that he was deafened to everything else, to everything that wasn't his alpha grunting and moaning while pounding him into the bed, his nest, their nest—
Kojiro growled again and that was all the warning he gave before shifting to grab Kaoru's hair, wrapping it around his hand like reins to pull him back into an obscene arch. The slap of skin on skin became even more intense, loud wet smacks every time hie alpha's cock plunged deep inside him and teased him with that massive knot. Fuck, oh, Kaoru was so close already and his cunt tingled in a way that made him dizzy— "Alpha, knot me, 'm gonna—"
"My omega, all mine," Kojiro groaned, releasing the vice grip on his hair to push him down again, laying on top of him and properly mounting him, fuck— Elbow propped on the bed next to his head, arm wrapped around his waist, pulling Kaoru into his thrusts as he picked up the pace and smothered him with all his weight, pushing in— "Gonna fill you with my pups, breed your perfect omega pussy," the alpha growled in his ear, so close, lips right on his scent gland—
"Yesyesyes! Mark me— claim me, mark me, knot me—!" Kaoru babbled freely in between punched out moans, feeling almost hysterical in light of the insane pleasure taking over him, this was everything he needed, finally—
His alpha let out a primal noise, holding him close while shoving his knot inside him with one last, powerful thrust. It tuned into filthy, intense grinding as they reached their climaxes together, Kojiro's fangs sinking into his scent gland and blinding light filling his vision so completely. The fullness of the knot was inebriating, or maybe that was sensation his alpha pulsating inside him, like Kaoru could feel each drop of cum that his body milked out of Kojiro. His entire body was on fire and this made the flames brighter, burning like nothing else, as if he was going to die and reach the heavens out of sheer bliss.
He belonged to Kojiro, every cell on his body, every thought in his head. They were all about how perfect and right this felt, his alpha and him, an omega made to take him just like this. About how incredible the gentle, mindless roll of Kojiro's hips felt, tugging at the knot plugging him and sending fresh waves of pleasure through Kaoru.
"Shh, I got you, princess, you're mine now," his alpha murmured, licking and sucking and biting the area around his scent gland. Everything was so sensitive, his whole body had turned into a live wire.
"Mhm, yours, all yours," Kaoru replied in a slur because the world was turning fuzzy around him, covered in a thick fog bit by bit. The more his alpha lavished him with displays of ownership, marking him for the world to see, the deeper he sank.
As an omega, this was one of the greatest joys he could experience in life. Everything he was, everything he had become, was primed for this: to be mated and tied to an alpha for life, filled and pleased and cared for during his heat. The satisfaction that coursed through his veins put him in a state of bliss he had never even imagined before, starting a happy purr in his chest.
His alpha immediately purred back to him, a low rumble that added to his pleasure while also gently easing Kaoru into a barely conscious state. There was no more pain, no more discomfort, only Kojiro's cock plugging him and his weight making him feel protected, warm and sated. Thankfully he could stay like this for hours, since the delicious knot keeping his pussy full wouldn't deflate for quite a while yet.
Gods, Kaoru was so happy.
There was no way to tell time, nor did he have any real interest in doing so, but he was vaguely aware that a long time had passed when Kojiro pulled away with a comment about water. The world around him came back into focus, though it was still hazy around the edges and limited to their nest. More importantly, Kaoru's awareness of his own body returned once he was no longer squished under his alpha and drowning in Kojiro's potent, inebriating scent.
There was a lot of cum coming out of his pussy now that it was no longer plugged. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kaoru knew that alphas in rut produced more semen with the intent of raising their chances of impregnating an omega. A lot more, considering that the average alpha load was already ridiculous. And his cunt was swollen, certainly a bit reddened under his wiry, sticky pubic hair, though he couldn't see very well while just laying on his back to catch his breath a little bit. The claim mark on his scent gland ached in a pleasant way, a constant reminder that they were mated now.
The need to be filled and knotted and bred remained, or more accurately returned to the forefront of his mind in the short absence of his alpha. Kaoru's skin felt hot and clammy to his own touch, especially on his tits and pussy, and just checking was enough to make him whine in need. Fuck, he was so turned on, even though some of the pain in his crotch seemed to be back as well while he was empty.
Fuck, his cunt was empty and now that Kaoru knew what it felt like to be knotted. His fingers did nothing for him, gods, but he couldn't stop himself—
"That's mine, y'know," Kojiro startled him with a murmur, catching his hand as he was pushing his fingers in deeper. His grip on Kaoru's hand was gentle yet firm, though he offered his mare no resistance whatsoever, instead watching entranced as his alpha— "Are you that desperate, babygirl?" he asked against Kaoru's index, then slowly licked up to the tip before taking it into his mouth—
"Ko— Koji—"
Feeling his finger being tenderly lavished by Kojiro's tongue was maddening, sending strange jolts of pleasure through his body despite his pussy being untouched. That thankfully didn't last long - his mate continued to suck on his index while taking his rightful place between Kaoru's legs. Fuck, this was somehow making him more desperate— "Need to be inside you, Kaoru, princess," Kojiro continued softly, nuzzling his wrist, no, scenting himself while filling him again—
His body arched, mind blanking out of sheer pleasure. There was no thought behind his legs wrapping around his alpha, only instinct, only his true omega self responding in perfect harmony. Kojiro's rut was keeping him hard, ready to breed his mate, just as Kaoru's heat kept him wet and ready to take it, to be stuffed full just like this.
"My omega, all mine," Kojiro groaned, gripping his waist with one hand to keep him in place and grind inside him, the other holding his waist in order to suck on his middle finger. The sight alone could make Kaoru come, even if he wasn't quickly rushing toward the edge anyway by the delicious pressure on his clit at every shift of his mate's hips—
There wasn't much he could do but hold onto his alpha, meeting his movements as much as he could, soaking in his grunts and moans while not even trying to control his own. "Please, Koji," he whined as his pleasure built and built, making him feel drunk all over again, but he needed more— "Har— harder, please—"
Their eyes met as his mate let go of his hand. No, he didn't, he cradled Kaoru's hand and nuzzled his wrist again, thrusting slow and deep into his pussy. Inhaling him, rubbing his cheek into the scent gland there.
Kaoru braced on his elbow to push himself up, overtaken by the need in his guts, the desire to give his mate what he so obviously craved. To fulfill his duties as Kojiro's omega and scent him properly, tenderly caressing his face with laser sharp focus despite the way he was being fucked so well.
Kojiro growled for him, something animalistic but not violent. His alpha wanted him, desired him, needed him. It resonated with the primal, submissive whimpering rising out of his own chest.
"My alpha, fuck, breed me," Kaoru begged, so ragged that it was barely audible—
His alpha surged down to kiss him, pressing their lips together almost too roughly, too clumsily. Kojiro devoured him and he moaned into his mouth, clenching hard with a sudden and overwhelming release.
Their kiss was so intense, pleasure consuming him in so many ways, and yet Kaoru did his best to kiss back. He could focus on nothing else while his body was ravaged, letting each stroke of his alpha's cock send him faster into overstimulation, because even that didn't matter much in light of their first kiss. And Kojiro must feel the same, mindlessly fucking into him as he tasted Kaoru's mouth, his tongue, his lips, licking into him—
Kaoru loved him so much.
"Say, say that again," his mate asked or maybe demanded against his lips as they gasped together, lips clashing fast for more while they desperately tried to catch their breaths. That was nearly impossible to do with the increasing pace of Kojiro's thrusts, fucking him faster and harder, faster and harder—
"Breed me," Kaoru begged, euphoric, mad with need, torn between giggling and moaning and crying, oh, there were tears running down the sides of his face— "Love you, Koji, knot me, please—" he repeated over and over, words tripping into one another because he didn't know what exactly Kojiro wanted.
All of it, apparently, his alpha kissing him again just as he pushed his knot inside once again. Another climax overtook Kaoru, wrecking him to the point that he was unable to contain his sobs, and all he could do was hold Kojiro close. Fingers tangled into his hair, legs locked tight around his waist, pussy milking him and squeezing his massive knot.
-*-
"Kaoru, we gotta to to school," Kojiro groaned into his neck. It tickled, which was bad in the sense that it made him giggle and squirm, both things that put pressure on his full bladder. More pressure, along with the cock currently buried in his cunt and the baby squishing everything in his abdomen.
"You should— have thought of that—" Kaoru cut himself off with a moan, because it felt so fucking good. If he wasn't careful, they would both regret getting carried away by their impromptu morning make out session. He needed to stop moving, they both did, so that his mate's knot could finally deflate after several long minutes of this. "This is your fault for bitching me," he concluded with a sigh, fighting the urge to fuck himself on his alpha's cock.
The idiot in question huffed in (clearly self-deprecating) amusement, which was stupid because his face was still buried in the crook of Kaoru's neck. Kojiro's hot breath on his sensitive, recently love-bitten skin made him shudder, needed growing in his belly again despite the fact that they had both just come a few minutes ago. And of course Kaoru's pussy clenched, making his alpha groan and roll his hips again, tugging the knot that was plugging him.
Fuck. Thank fuck they were alone, with Kaoru's parents out on a business trip. Probably to avoid dealing with them.
"We're gonna miss school today," Kojiro concluded as he kissed his throat while tenderly rubbing his small baby bump, then started to grind into him properly. Again.
Kaoru wasn't even mad. For that he'd need to stop being distracted by how amazing it felt.
Later, after round two and some much needed cleaning, they made their way to the kitchen. He sat at the table, sleepy, sated and starving, to watch Kojiro practically waltz around the Sakurayashiki kitchen as if it was his own house. It might as well be, since he spent as much time here as Kaoru now, though they had been staying at the Nanjo house a lot more since they started dating officially. Not that anyone knew the difference, despite Kaoru's pregnancy,
His alpha placed a cup of tea in front of him and kissed his lips, lingering there a bit too long. When his hand settled on Kaoru's nape, it felt familiar, it felt right and comforting. "Say it for me," the teasing jerk ordered just because he could.
And because he was happy to obey. "Thank you for bitching me, Kojiro," Kaoru replied with a smile.