[It's hard not to tell, even from outside Akutagawa's door, what's going on. Akutagawa'd been extra irritable on the network lately, and so Shuji thought he'd bring him a little more wine as a 'hey, noticed you hadn't been doing well, thinking of you' present.
But if just standing outside the door is enough to make Shuji pick up on his scent... Normally Shuji can stand next to Akutagawa and only get a slight whiff of 'yep, that's an omega' pheromones. If he's giving them off this strongly, he must be in the throes of heat.
Shuji swallows hard. Rather than knock, because he doubts Akutagawa would want to answer in this condition, he pulls out his phone and sends Akutagawa a text.]
I noticed you were in a bad mood, so I brought you some wine. I can leave it on your doorstep and go.
[It probably already has Shuji's scent on it, but he hasn't thought of that part yet.]
[ irritable doesn't even begin to describe it; akutagawa feels as if he's constantly on the cusp of raging at this point. his suppressants usually work, and if his rotten personality wasn't enough to make alphas and betas think twice about accosting him, it was a good enough repellant to keep them second-guessing.
as with all things, however, it doesn't always work, and of course a month after he's reached a deeper understanding and trust of shuji would be when his pills didn't work. if it were anyone else, he would liken the whole situation to a tragicomedy.
but!! it is happening to him, so it's just plain tragic.
he's surprised to receive a message despite shuji being right outside, but akutagawa isn't surprised. shuji's scent wasn't normally this overwhelming and fragrant, but right now it was intense enough to where akutagawa feels himself dampening a bit. ]
I see. Since you noticed, I'm sure you know why I'm behaving the way I am. Thank you for the wine. It certainly won't hurt right now.
[ he swallows hard, taking in a shuddery breath. the thought of fucking himself with a wine bottle, imprinted with shuji's scent, passes through his mind, and akutagawa feels disgusting for it. but still. ]
If you want to come in, you can come in. I'm not so weak that I can't perform a task as simple as answering the door like others.
[ hopefully shuji won't mind how underdressed he is, but anything more than the thin t-shirt (it has a little skeleton throwing up a middle finger, how cute!!) and running shorts has him feeling as if he were dunked in lava. horny lava, even. ]
[Shuji has his doubts about whether Akutagawa can really answer the door without issue, but if Akutagawa says he can manage it than he won't tell Akutagawa he's wrong about his own heat. He has his doubts about whether he can keep his hands off Akutagawa... but he'll try to be on his best behavior.
He doesn't send another text, but the sound of the door opening should be answer enough. Shuji steps inside, setting the wine down on the first table he sees so he doesn't end up dropping it.
He can't judge Akutagawa on his state of undress. From what he's heard of heats, they're sweltering.]
How are you holding up?
[Apparently well enough to answer a door, but god he smells so good.]
[ compared to how maddening the last couple of days have been, answering a door is almost nothing; or so he thinks anyway, but as soon as shuji steps inside, it's as if his pheromones completely cloud his mind. it's been such a long time since he's had to deal with a full-forced heat like this too-- until now, he'd been acting purely on instinct, making use of his hands when the pressure in his lower belly was too much to bear.
crossing his arms with a huff, akutagawa gives in and lets his shoulders sag as he looks away with an exasperated frown. ]
Obviously I'm fine. The inconveniences have lowered my tolerance for nonsense, that's all.
[ without realizing it, akutagawa begins tensing again. he has to make a pointed effort not to look at shuji, lest his casual glance turn into leering or something worse. ]
Coping is only common sense, so there's nothing to worry about.
[Shuji's looking at Akutagawa's walls. They're nice walls. He has no desire to fuck the walls no matter how nice they are. The walls have no reason to turn his cheeks red like this.]
Alright. I'm glad you're doing okay. Let me know if you need anything?
[Besides that dick. Or maybe including that dick.]
[ keeping himself in check gets harder and harder by the moment, and not saying anything only makes it worse. akutagawa is flustered and fidgeting by now, eyes fixed to the floor. all he can think about is how much he wants to bury his face in shuji's neck and ask him for help. at this point, he would even be willing to do it nicely.
after the awkward silence becomes unbearable, akutagawa finally caves a bit and snatches the bottle of wine off the table. ]
You walked here, didn't you? If you'd like, you can have a drink as well.
[ that's...so tired...and cliche... but akutagawa wants to die at this point, there's an alpha literally in front of him, but his pride hasn't crumbled enough quite yet. ]
[Shuji should say no. Shuji really, really should just bid Akutagawa farewell and walk home. That would be the smart thing to do.]
If you don't mind...
[He'll pick up that bottle again and somehow not drop it on the way to the kitchen. After pouring himself a glass, he pours another for Akutagawa and brings them both out to him.]
Thank you for the wine.
[The wine itself doesn't smell as much like Shuji as the bottle does, but there's still a hint of his scent from the bottle absorbing it on the way here.]
[ he trails after shuji, albeit slowly, until they're at the island in the kitchen. if shuji hadn't poured them glasses, akutagawa would have taken a swallow right out of the bottle,
"""luckily""" for him, it doesn't take that much to ruin his life even more; there's a measure of hesitation before he follows through with taking a sip, just because he can still pick up shuji's faint scent in the alcohol, and he's never directly ingested something with pheromones in it like this before.
but then he remembers life is a joke and we're all going to die someday, and it's not like things can get any worse than this, so he takes a takes a sip of wine.
hey, turns out things can get worse!! a lot worse!!! because it only takes a few moments before akutagawa has to set his glass down hard before clutching at his chest. who knew....getting a turnt on red wine and alpha goodness would make you feel even hotter than usual... ]
It...
[ akutagawa's frown goes from sharp to just downright pitiful. he can feel his self-control slipping through his fingers like fine sand. ]
It seems that wasn't very wise of me...
[ not looking at shuji is impossible now; there's an alpha, right there, and he smells delectable, and knowing relief is literally on the other side of the kitchen island is driving him crazy. but asking-- begging--
at first he found the prospect utterly humiliating, but as soon as he feels a thin trail of slick running down the inside of his leg, akutagawa's eyes widen, and he instinctively presses his thighs closed.
well, he's figuratively fucked; there's no way shuji can't nose out his desperation at this point, and he undoubtedly looks like a feverish, frumpy mess by now, so he tells himself he has nothing left to lose.
akutagawa glances up at shuji reproachfully, his voice low and strained. ]
[None of this was a good idea. Shuji shouldn't have even left the bottles here, he should have just turned and gone straight home the second he smelled Akutagawa from outside his door-
He didn't even smell half this delicious then, needy and desperate for him. Not just for any alpha, but Shuji.
Shuji takes a step toward Akutagawa, then stops himself.]
-It's my mistake.
[It's his fault they're like this and therefore Akutagawa needs to make the decision, as best as he can in his addled state.]
If you want me to leave, you have to tell me right now while I can still manage it. Otherwise...
[Otherwise he won't be able to resist. The parts of his brain that recognize what a bad idea this all was are rapidly being smothered by the parts of his brain that tell him that there's an omega here that needs him to take them.]
[ akutagawa will punch himself in the face later, but right now all he can parse is that there's no way he can let shuji leave without fucking him first. he can't take it anymore, not when he knows shuji is on the cusp of this maddening desperation too. ]
As if I could let you leave now.
[ akutagawa steps forward, slow and deliberate, gaze still averted. ]
In the air alone, I can taste you more than ever. I feel...stirred-up inside. And I trust you, so...
[ reaching forward, he finally makes good on the urge that's been plaguing him since shuji approached him. clutching a handful of the other man's shirt, akutagawa presses close to him, face buried against shuji's throat, and inhales. he smells so fucking good, akutagawa swears he could just cum once just from breathing him.
when he exhales through his mouth, he barely catches and stifles the small whine in his throat. ]
[That makes that decision clear, if there ever really was a decision to make.
Shuji sets his hands on either side of Akutagawa's cheeks and tilts his head up to kiss him. He can't manage gentle - not now, not when Akutagawa needs him so badly and they've both been putting it off so long - but he can do deep, deep enough that it feels like he's trying to devour Akutagawa.
He's not, of course. Alphas claim their omegas, but they don't hurt them. Not in ways they won't like.
Having Akutagawa so close to him is enough to get Shuji to full hardness without being touched, and he can't help but grind against Akutagawa's body, moaning into his mouth.]
[ at this point, with shuji's hands finally on him, akutagawa wouldn't mind being devoured whole. his mind is debasing further and further, and by the time shuji feeds him that sound that goes straight to akutagawa's dick, all he can think about is how he's finally, finally going to taken and marked and claimed, he can finally please an alpha.
his mouth opens up wide for shuji, his tongue licking at the inside of his lips; there's a tingling little rumble against their mouths as akutagawa whimpers. tasting shuji like this is more intoxicating than their wine could have ever hoped to be, and the headiness of it has another trail of slick running down his leg.
omegas don't take though, and even akutagawa is a slave to instinct when the moment demands it, so his final act of daring is to take shuji by the front of his pants to try and slot their hips together. after a bit of effort on his part, just because concentrating is impossible at this point, akutagawa finally presses their hips together. it's almost as if presenting in a way, with how he ruts their erections together; akutagawa wants to show him how hard and wet and wanting he is. ]
[He knows, but feeling how much Akutagawa needs him is a different matter from just knowing it. Shuji ruts against him for a moment, shame having fled a long time ago.
Concentration seems like it might go the same way along with standing. Before Shuji just takes him here in the kitchen - which could easily happen if he doesn't move now - he scoops Akutagawa up with an arm under his backside to carry him to his bedroom.
The second after he drops Akutagawa on his mattress, Shuji's over him, sucking and nipping at Akutagawa's neck. His clothes are far too hot, but Shuji doesn't have the ability to stop touching Akutagawa long enough to get even his shirt off.]
[ akutagawa doesn’t even have it in him to be surprised or make note of shuji scooping him up so easily; he’s just relieved when he’s finally set down, and doesn’t even have the chance to bounce before he finds himself grabbing at shuji to pull him onto him.
shuji’s lips and tongue on his painfully hot skin feels better than it ought to, and akutagawa can’t help but moan softly as he lets his head loll to the side, a gesture of submission, offering the alpha all the skin he wants.
despite his subservience, his hands slide up beneath shuji’s shirt in a desperate bid to touch him. he links his arms around his middle, squeezing him, wordlessly pleading him to stay, not to leave him hot and bothered, body aching to be taken and used up and stuffed full, until his alpha is satisfied with his conquest. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ akutagawa asks breathlessly; his hands have inched up to where he’s curled his arms around shuji’s shoulders, but he can’t just take shuji’s clothes off without permission. for all his gnashing and bravado, right now akutagawa has no problem remembering his place. ]
[Shuji's voice is rough, thick with need. None of his usual nervousness is there - Shuji knows what Akutagawa needs and he knows that he can give it to him.
He tugs off Akutagawa's shorts and any underwear he'd bothered to wear. The slick that proves Akutagawa's desperation is running down his thighs, and Shuji doesn't hesitate to lift Akutagawa's legs into the air so that he can lick it off his thighs, and then taste it straight from the source. His tongue slides so easily into Akutagawa's hole, and he thinks that if he only could live off of it, he'd never have to taste anything but this again.]
[ akutagawa has never been so eager to obey an order before, though he can't force himself to relax completely. his skin feels as hot as ever, even with his flimsy shorts being tossed away. the anticipation has him squirming, his frail body giving a light jolt when his legs are lifted and spread open. the thought of hiding behind a weak veil of self-control left akutagawa what felt like ages ago, as soon as shuji foolishly allowed himself into his apartment he wagers.
the thrill of being completely transparent and exposed, the truth of how salacious and eager he's been for days totally on display for shuji, makes his painfully flushed erection twitch. akutagawa thinks of himself as disgusting for craving dick so fiercely he can't even think straight if he leaves himself alone for too long, hence his over-the-top agitation. the only thing that's ever kept him grounded during the few times his heat has managed to creep up on him is the resolution that he'll never allow just anyone to have him. even other alphas are under great scrutiny.
but this is shuji, who strong and kind, who has always taken care of him whenever the need arose; and just like always, shuji's going to take care of him now. there's nothing to hide or shy away from, shuji understands how badly he need to be fucked, bred, mated by him right now, so it's impossible not to squirm and rub himself against his sheets in eagerness.
the streaks of prickling hotness left in the wake of shuji's tongue on his thighs has him whimpering mindlessly as it is, but when shuji's tongue breaches him easily, he moans earnestly, full and wanton, arms flying up to try and cover his desperate expression. ]
I'm...so loose, yet you've barely even touched me...
[Akutagawa can take care of himself, most of the time. But when he can't, Shuji doesn't hesitate to step in - no matter how he needs to help.
Akutagawa's voice is always stunning: he works hard on it, after all. Shuji wonders if he's the only one who's ever heard Akutagawa like this, desperate with a filthy tongue.
He's already so wet - but Shuji licks thoroughly even so, tasting Akutagawa's walls and as far in as he can get his tongue to go. He rests Akutagawa's legs on his shoulders so he can use a free hand to fumble at his own pants, shoving them down with no finesse. He's more than hard enough just off of Akutagawa's desperation, and big even for alphas. Akutagawa should have no complaints about being filled up by him.
He'll have to stop tongue-fucking him to actually fuck him, though. Dilemma.]
[ he wants to touch himself badly, and even tries rocking himself against shuji's face at times to get some measure of relief beyond being eaten out, which feels closer to being teased than anything given how painfully wound up he is, but he pauses and swallows down another moan when the bed shifts along with shuji as he frees his sizable erection.
akutagawa looks down between his legs and whines, not unlike a dog begging for a treat. he'll hate himself for being so pathetic later, but right now, he's raising himself up onto an elbow to try and catch shuji's eyes. ]
I want you.
[ swallowing hard, akutagawa's gaze flickers between his appetizing cock and shuji's face, completely unabashed. ]
I want this inside me. Even if it's just my mouth, I must-- I need it, Shuji.
[ akutagawa sits up fully, sacrificing the firm wetness of shuji's tongue inside of him, to reach down between with twitching fingertips. he stops part of the way though, his whole body trembling with the effort of it, because omegas don't just take what they want. even if it's shuji, akutagawa feels compelled to be good for his alpha, to be grateful and listen to him and make him happy. ]
I want a taste. Tell me you'll let me have it. You have to. Shuji--
[ he doubts shuji will deny him or leave him in the state he's in even if he wants to skip right to fucking him stupid, but the thought of slurping all of that into his mouth, swallowing as much of shuji's cock down his throat as he can take it-- he's already getting wet again. ]
Alpha.
[ his voice drops a pitch when he offers the term, his hand withdrawing reproachfully. akutagawa can count the number of times he's begged for anything before in his life, but he wouldn't think twice about it if he had to right now. ]
[There isn't a man alive who could deny Akutagawa right now. Whining and pleading for Shuji to let him suck his cock, calling him his Alpha-]
Alright.
[He breathes the word out. If his brain weren't nearly as addled by hormones as Akutagawa's is, he'd be wondering if this was actually happening. As it is-
He steps out of his pants fully, then grips Akutagawa by the back of the head and pulls him closer, until his cock is almost touching Akutagawa's lips.]
Suck my cock. The sooner you make it nice and wet, the sooner I'll fill you up with it.
[Shuji will punch himself in the face later. Right now he can't take his eyes off Akutagawa, his hazy eyes and wet lips.]
[ a good omega would answer, but akutagawa is too eager and delighted to bother with anything that isn't leaning forward, following shuji's guiding hand.
it's only a quick swipe of his tongue over the juncture of shuji's shaft and dickhead, but the taste, the weight of it against his tongue, the smell of their pheromones mixing in the muggy hair-- everything about just tasting shuji's dick drags a moan out of him.
there's no grace or deliberation, just the burning desire to swallow down his alpha's cock and make him feel amazing so he knows his cute omega deserves to be stuffed full. he slides as much of shuji into his mouth as he can, a relieved little rumble coming from the pit of his stomach as he eases the sizable dick into his throat.
akutagawa's experience with sucking cock might as well be nonexistent, and he was never in heat the few times he'd tried it, so it's almost new territory. it probably comes as no surprise, because he gags when the head of shuji's dick is too much for his small throat, and he pulls up with a short cough. there's a little trail of saliva over his chin, grey eyes prickled with tears as he tries to regain his breath, but he doesn't waste time recuperating.
he just takes a deep, determined breath, and works shuji's cock back into his mouth. there's too much of him for akutagawa to swallow down completely, and the realization makes him moan as he feels himself dampen all over again. having this inside his ass, spreading him apart and rubbing his achingly sensitive walls-- he almost can't wait and considers pulling up and asking shuji to shove him down and fuck him.
but he was given an order, and he has his alpha right were he wants him. even if his whole body is burning up even more than it was before, sucking shuji's dick makes him feel as if he's drinking in all the maddening pheromones that have only been tantalizing him thus far.
his hands steady what he can't fit into his mouth, and then he finally starts sucking. the wet noises, the smacks and slurps, are buffered by his occasional moan.
almost begrudgingly, he pulls up, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the flushed hardness akutagawa hasn't gotten nearly enough of. he spares a quick, searching glance up to see if shuji is watching him, before returning his mouth to its only purpose.
this time he actually bobs his head up and down the length of shuji's cock, pace quick to pick up once he's able to curl his tongue around the pulsing underside. just like he was instructed, akutagawa is wet and loud and sloppy, saliva smearing over his lips, his own slick dripping trails inside his thighs. it's so filthy, but it feels amazing. ]
[It's not graceful or skilled, but it is eager, like Shuji's cock is the most delicious thing he's ever tasted and there's nothing he'd rather do than get his mouth on it. Even when he gags, Shuji doesn't have the chance to ask if he's okay before he's trying again.
Of course Shuji is watching him. How could he possibly tear his eyes away?
Akutagawa is loud, but Shuji is hardly quiet himself. Between his moans, a stream of praise leaves his lips.]
That's it, you're doing so well... You're doing such a good job for your alpha. God, your mouth feels so good...
[His grip is tight in Akutagawa's hair, on the verge of painful - it's the only thing he has to ground himself enough that he doesn't just buck into Akutagawa's mouth and gag him again. He'll have to pull Akutagawa off so he doesn't come outside of Akutagawa's hole, but - not just yet.]
[ if akutagawa had a tail, it would be twitching and thumping. he's finding too much pleasure in sucking cock like this, and the idea of cumming from it alone crosses his mind. would shuji like that? if he just made a mess all over himself because akutagawa loved practically worshipping his dick that much? or maybe he'd be displeased, shove akutagawa's face down and fuck him slowly, until he's in tears and begging and apologizing and akutagawa would love every second of it.
continuing to be good and dutiful isn't any less desirable as well. shuji's praise and the near pull at his hair has akutagawa squirming his hips. they give small, shallow rolls into nothing sometimes, usually accompanying a long and vile slurp, or when he comes so, so close to letting the thick head of shuji's dick brush his throat. despite it happening with not-so-adequate results just moments before, akutagawa wouldn't mind trying to swallow all of shuji down. he still wants his alpha to mark him and claim him, and akutagawa can only imagine how good shuji's cum would taste on his tongue. he'd swallow it all down too, he'd drink it up eagerly.
the insides of akutagawa's thighs are completely drenched by now, his back going a into a rigid arc as he spreads his knees a bit. trying to roll his hips into nothing as if he was slowly preparing to ride on a dick that's almost too big is doing him more harm than good, but he can't help it. all he can think about is being a good little omega for his alpha. ]
[Akutagawa is such a good omega, so excited just from worshiping Shuji's cock. It's tempting to just let Akutagawa do this until he comes, and to hold his head still so he drinks every drop. If Shuji were a crueler person, he might think of how Akutagawa would react if he came on his face - so close to where he wants it but not quite.
But he's not a cruel person, especially not to his omega who's been so good for him. And so, despite the effort it takes him, he pulls Akutagawa off his cock.]
On your hands and knees.
[Akutagawa has needed to be fucked so badly, since before Shuji even arrived. He won't have to wait much longer.]
[ maybe once the guarantee he would be taken good care of became clear, akutagawa would let shuji have his way with him. the thought of being teased so terribly would be equal parts maddening and exciting because there's nothing like a pleased alpha no matter what, and he's strangely okay with the prospect of being "humiliated" by someone who genuinely wanted him and sought his reactions.
that's the farthest thing from his mind at the moment, however. the he tries chasing shuji's dick with his tongue as he's pulled away, and for a few moments looks up at him with an affronted frown as he pants for breath. he wasn't done, is what he wanted to snap, but shuji's next set of instructions make his motive clear, so akutagawa swallows down his petulance and gives a tiny, tiny nod. ]
...Yes, Alpha.
[ his voice is soft, but it belies the eagerness prickling hot all over his skin. finally, finally, finally, he's going to get what he's been yearning for the past few days. akutagawa almost can't believe it, but he doesn't waste a single second thinking on it. just as commanded, he sits up on his knees fully before scooting around till his back is to shuji.
his arms are rigidly straight when he leans forward to plant them atop the sheets. when he nudges his knees apart, the sight of his thighs, drenched from the middle to the back, are in plain sight. there's no possible way to hide how aroused just servicing his alpha made him.
akutagawa takes in a slow breath, hips jutting back slightly in a silent plea to hurry and fill him up completely. he even manages to spare a glance from around his shoulder, eyeing shuji expectantly and desperately. ]
[Akutagawa is such, such a good omega. Shuji can see from how drenched he is how much he enjoyed sucking him off, if his reluctance to stop didn't confirm it already. He follows instructions so well.
A good omega like that deserves to be fucked until they can't think straight.
Shuji lines his cock up with Akutagawa's entrance. Even just that makes him moan, feeling Akutagawa's inviting heat. There's no reason to be concerned that Akutagawa isn't wet enough for him, so he pushes forward in one sharp thrust, burying himself almost to the hilt.]
Oh god, oh god...
[He grips onto Akutagawa's hip and tries to steady his breathing, but it's impossible with how good Akutagawa feels around him, like he was made to have Shuji inside him.]
Tell me - haahhh, how good my cock feels inside you-
[With the unspoken reverse: if it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me now before I start fucking you into the mattress.]
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But if just standing outside the door is enough to make Shuji pick up on his scent... Normally Shuji can stand next to Akutagawa and only get a slight whiff of 'yep, that's an omega' pheromones. If he's giving them off this strongly, he must be in the throes of heat.
Shuji swallows hard. Rather than knock, because he doubts Akutagawa would want to answer in this condition, he pulls out his phone and sends Akutagawa a text.]
I noticed you were in a bad mood, so I brought you some wine.
I can leave it on your doorstep and go.
[It probably already has Shuji's scent on it, but he hasn't thought of that part yet.]
fml
as with all things, however, it doesn't always work, and of course a month after he's reached a deeper understanding and trust of shuji would be when his pills didn't work. if it were anyone else, he would liken the whole situation to a tragicomedy.
but!! it is happening to him, so it's just plain tragic.
he's surprised to receive a message despite shuji being right outside, but akutagawa isn't surprised. shuji's scent wasn't normally this overwhelming and fragrant, but right now it was intense enough to where akutagawa feels himself dampening a bit. ]
I see. Since you noticed, I'm sure you know why I'm behaving the way I am. Thank you for the wine. It certainly won't hurt right now.
[ he swallows hard, taking in a shuddery breath. the thought of fucking himself with a wine bottle, imprinted with shuji's scent, passes through his mind, and akutagawa feels disgusting for it. but still. ]
If you want to come in, you can come in. I'm not so weak that I can't perform a task as simple as answering the door like others.
[ hopefully shuji won't mind how underdressed he is, but anything more than the thin t-shirt (it has a little skeleton throwing up a middle finger, how cute!!) and running shorts has him feeling as if he were dunked in lava. horny lava, even. ]
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He doesn't send another text, but the sound of the door opening should be answer enough. Shuji steps inside, setting the wine down on the first table he sees so he doesn't end up dropping it.
He can't judge Akutagawa on his state of undress. From what he's heard of heats, they're sweltering.]
How are you holding up?
[Apparently well enough to answer a door, but god he smells so good.]
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crossing his arms with a huff, akutagawa gives in and lets his shoulders sag as he looks away with an exasperated frown. ]
Obviously I'm fine. The inconveniences have lowered my tolerance for nonsense, that's all.
[ without realizing it, akutagawa begins tensing again. he has to make a pointed effort not to look at shuji, lest his casual glance turn into leering or something worse. ]
Coping is only common sense, so there's nothing to worry about.
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Alright. I'm glad you're doing okay. Let me know if you need anything?
[Besides that dick. Or maybe including that dick.]
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after the awkward silence becomes unbearable, akutagawa finally caves a bit and snatches the bottle of wine off the table. ]
You walked here, didn't you? If you'd like, you can have a drink as well.
[ that's...so tired...and cliche... but akutagawa wants to die at this point, there's an alpha literally in front of him, but his pride hasn't crumbled enough quite yet. ]
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If you don't mind...
[He'll pick up that bottle again and somehow not drop it on the way to the kitchen. After pouring himself a glass, he pours another for Akutagawa and brings them both out to him.]
Thank you for the wine.
[The wine itself doesn't smell as much like Shuji as the bottle does, but there's still a hint of his scent from the bottle absorbing it on the way here.]
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"""luckily""" for him, it doesn't take that much to ruin his life even more; there's a measure of hesitation before he follows through with taking a sip, just because he can still pick up shuji's faint scent in the alcohol, and he's never directly ingested something with pheromones in it like this before.
but then he remembers life is a joke and we're all going to die someday, and it's not like things can get any worse than this, so he takes a takes a sip of wine.
hey, turns out things can get worse!! a lot worse!!! because it only takes a few moments before akutagawa has to set his glass down hard before clutching at his chest. who knew....getting a turnt on red wine and alpha goodness would make you feel even hotter than usual... ]
It...
[ akutagawa's frown goes from sharp to just downright pitiful. he can feel his self-control slipping through his fingers like fine sand. ]
It seems that wasn't very wise of me...
[ not looking at shuji is impossible now; there's an alpha, right there, and he smells delectable, and knowing relief is literally on the other side of the kitchen island is driving him crazy. but asking-- begging--
at first he found the prospect utterly humiliating, but as soon as he feels a thin trail of slick running down the inside of his leg, akutagawa's eyes widen, and he instinctively presses his thighs closed.
well, he's figuratively fucked; there's no way shuji can't nose out his desperation at this point, and he undoubtedly looks like a feverish, frumpy mess by now, so he tells himself he has nothing left to lose.
akutagawa glances up at shuji reproachfully, his voice low and strained. ]
I could taste you.
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He didn't even smell half this delicious then, needy and desperate for him. Not just for any alpha, but Shuji.
Shuji takes a step toward Akutagawa, then stops himself.]
-It's my mistake.
[It's his fault they're like this and therefore Akutagawa needs to make the decision, as best as he can in his addled state.]
If you want me to leave, you have to tell me right now while I can still manage it. Otherwise...
[Otherwise he won't be able to resist. The parts of his brain that recognize what a bad idea this all was are rapidly being smothered by the parts of his brain that tell him that there's an omega here that needs him to take them.]
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As if I could let you leave now.
[ akutagawa steps forward, slow and deliberate, gaze still averted. ]
In the air alone, I can taste you more than ever. I feel...stirred-up inside. And I trust you, so...
[ reaching forward, he finally makes good on the urge that's been plaguing him since shuji approached him. clutching a handful of the other man's shirt, akutagawa presses close to him, face buried against shuji's throat, and inhales. he smells so fucking good, akutagawa swears he could just cum once just from breathing him.
when he exhales through his mouth, he barely catches and stifles the small whine in his throat. ]
Please. Shuji, please.
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Shuji sets his hands on either side of Akutagawa's cheeks and tilts his head up to kiss him. He can't manage gentle - not now, not when Akutagawa needs him so badly and they've both been putting it off so long - but he can do deep, deep enough that it feels like he's trying to devour Akutagawa.
He's not, of course. Alphas claim their omegas, but they don't hurt them. Not in ways they won't like.
Having Akutagawa so close to him is enough to get Shuji to full hardness without being touched, and he can't help but grind against Akutagawa's body, moaning into his mouth.]
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his mouth opens up wide for shuji, his tongue licking at the inside of his lips; there's a tingling little rumble against their mouths as akutagawa whimpers. tasting shuji like this is more intoxicating than their wine could have ever hoped to be, and the headiness of it has another trail of slick running down his leg.
omegas don't take though, and even akutagawa is a slave to instinct when the moment demands it, so his final act of daring is to take shuji by the front of his pants to try and slot their hips together. after a bit of effort on his part, just because concentrating is impossible at this point, akutagawa finally presses their hips together. it's almost as if presenting in a way, with how he ruts their erections together; akutagawa wants to show him how hard and wet and wanting he is. ]
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Concentration seems like it might go the same way along with standing. Before Shuji just takes him here in the kitchen - which could easily happen if he doesn't move now - he scoops Akutagawa up with an arm under his backside to carry him to his bedroom.
The second after he drops Akutagawa on his mattress, Shuji's over him, sucking and nipping at Akutagawa's neck. His clothes are far too hot, but Shuji doesn't have the ability to stop touching Akutagawa long enough to get even his shirt off.]
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shuji’s lips and tongue on his painfully hot skin feels better than it ought to, and akutagawa can’t help but moan softly as he lets his head loll to the side, a gesture of submission, offering the alpha all the skin he wants.
despite his subservience, his hands slide up beneath shuji’s shirt in a desperate bid to touch him. he links his arms around his middle, squeezing him, wordlessly pleading him to stay, not to leave him hot and bothered, body aching to be taken and used up and stuffed full, until his alpha is satisfied with his conquest. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ akutagawa asks breathlessly; his hands have inched up to where he’s curled his arms around shuji’s shoulders, but he can’t just take shuji’s clothes off without permission. for all his gnashing and bravado, right now akutagawa has no problem remembering his place. ]
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[Shuji's voice is rough, thick with need. None of his usual nervousness is there - Shuji knows what Akutagawa needs and he knows that he can give it to him.
He tugs off Akutagawa's shorts and any underwear he'd bothered to wear. The slick that proves Akutagawa's desperation is running down his thighs, and Shuji doesn't hesitate to lift Akutagawa's legs into the air so that he can lick it off his thighs, and then taste it straight from the source. His tongue slides so easily into Akutagawa's hole, and he thinks that if he only could live off of it, he'd never have to taste anything but this again.]
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the thrill of being completely transparent and exposed, the truth of how salacious and eager he's been for days totally on display for shuji, makes his painfully flushed erection twitch. akutagawa thinks of himself as disgusting for craving dick so fiercely he can't even think straight if he leaves himself alone for too long, hence his over-the-top agitation. the only thing that's ever kept him grounded during the few times his heat has managed to creep up on him is the resolution that he'll never allow just anyone to have him. even other alphas are under great scrutiny.
but this is shuji, who strong and kind, who has always taken care of him whenever the need arose; and just like always, shuji's going to take care of him now. there's nothing to hide or shy away from, shuji understands how badly he need to be fucked, bred, mated by him right now, so it's impossible not to squirm and rub himself against his sheets in eagerness.
the streaks of prickling hotness left in the wake of shuji's tongue on his thighs has him whimpering mindlessly as it is, but when shuji's tongue breaches him easily, he moans earnestly, full and wanton, arms flying up to try and cover his desperate expression. ]
I'm...so loose, yet you've barely even touched me...
[ he pants, wet mouth open wide. ]
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Akutagawa's voice is always stunning: he works hard on it, after all. Shuji wonders if he's the only one who's ever heard Akutagawa like this, desperate with a filthy tongue.
He's already so wet - but Shuji licks thoroughly even so, tasting Akutagawa's walls and as far in as he can get his tongue to go. He rests Akutagawa's legs on his shoulders so he can use a free hand to fumble at his own pants, shoving them down with no finesse. He's more than hard enough just off of Akutagawa's desperation, and big even for alphas. Akutagawa should have no complaints about being filled up by him.
He'll have to stop tongue-fucking him to actually fuck him, though. Dilemma.]
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akutagawa looks down between his legs and whines, not unlike a dog begging for a treat. he'll hate himself for being so pathetic later, but right now, he's raising himself up onto an elbow to try and catch shuji's eyes. ]
I want you.
[ swallowing hard, akutagawa's gaze flickers between his appetizing cock and shuji's face, completely unabashed. ]
I want this inside me. Even if it's just my mouth, I must-- I need it, Shuji.
[ akutagawa sits up fully, sacrificing the firm wetness of shuji's tongue inside of him, to reach down between with twitching fingertips. he stops part of the way though, his whole body trembling with the effort of it, because omegas don't just take what they want. even if it's shuji, akutagawa feels compelled to be good for his alpha, to be grateful and listen to him and make him happy. ]
I want a taste. Tell me you'll let me have it. You have to. Shuji--
[ he doubts shuji will deny him or leave him in the state he's in even if he wants to skip right to fucking him stupid, but the thought of slurping all of that into his mouth, swallowing as much of shuji's cock down his throat as he can take it-- he's already getting wet again. ]
Alpha.
[ his voice drops a pitch when he offers the term, his hand withdrawing reproachfully. akutagawa can count the number of times he's begged for anything before in his life, but he wouldn't think twice about it if he had to right now. ]
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Alright.
[He breathes the word out. If his brain weren't nearly as addled by hormones as Akutagawa's is, he'd be wondering if this was actually happening. As it is-
He steps out of his pants fully, then grips Akutagawa by the back of the head and pulls him closer, until his cock is almost touching Akutagawa's lips.]
Suck my cock. The sooner you make it nice and wet, the sooner I'll fill you up with it.
[Shuji will punch himself in the face later. Right now he can't take his eyes off Akutagawa, his hazy eyes and wet lips.]
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it's only a quick swipe of his tongue over the juncture of shuji's shaft and dickhead, but the taste, the weight of it against his tongue, the smell of their pheromones mixing in the muggy hair-- everything about just tasting shuji's dick drags a moan out of him.
there's no grace or deliberation, just the burning desire to swallow down his alpha's cock and make him feel amazing so he knows his cute omega deserves to be stuffed full. he slides as much of shuji into his mouth as he can, a relieved little rumble coming from the pit of his stomach as he eases the sizable dick into his throat.
akutagawa's experience with sucking cock might as well be nonexistent, and he was never in heat the few times he'd tried it, so it's almost new territory. it probably comes as no surprise, because he gags when the head of shuji's dick is too much for his small throat, and he pulls up with a short cough. there's a little trail of saliva over his chin, grey eyes prickled with tears as he tries to regain his breath, but he doesn't waste time recuperating.
he just takes a deep, determined breath, and works shuji's cock back into his mouth. there's too much of him for akutagawa to swallow down completely, and the realization makes him moan as he feels himself dampen all over again. having this inside his ass, spreading him apart and rubbing his achingly sensitive walls-- he almost can't wait and considers pulling up and asking shuji to shove him down and fuck him.
but he was given an order, and he has his alpha right were he wants him. even if his whole body is burning up even more than it was before, sucking shuji's dick makes him feel as if he's drinking in all the maddening pheromones that have only been tantalizing him thus far.
his hands steady what he can't fit into his mouth, and then he finally starts sucking. the wet noises, the smacks and slurps, are buffered by his occasional moan.
almost begrudgingly, he pulls up, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the flushed hardness akutagawa hasn't gotten nearly enough of. he spares a quick, searching glance up to see if shuji is watching him, before returning his mouth to its only purpose.
this time he actually bobs his head up and down the length of shuji's cock, pace quick to pick up once he's able to curl his tongue around the pulsing underside. just like he was instructed, akutagawa is wet and loud and sloppy, saliva smearing over his lips, his own slick dripping trails inside his thighs. it's so filthy, but it feels amazing. ]
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Of course Shuji is watching him. How could he possibly tear his eyes away?
Akutagawa is loud, but Shuji is hardly quiet himself. Between his moans, a stream of praise leaves his lips.]
That's it, you're doing so well... You're doing such a good job for your alpha. God, your mouth feels so good...
[His grip is tight in Akutagawa's hair, on the verge of painful - it's the only thing he has to ground himself enough that he doesn't just buck into Akutagawa's mouth and gag him again. He'll have to pull Akutagawa off so he doesn't come outside of Akutagawa's hole, but - not just yet.]
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continuing to be good and dutiful isn't any less desirable as well. shuji's praise and the near pull at his hair has akutagawa squirming his hips. they give small, shallow rolls into nothing sometimes, usually accompanying a long and vile slurp, or when he comes so, so close to letting the thick head of shuji's dick brush his throat. despite it happening with not-so-adequate results just moments before, akutagawa wouldn't mind trying to swallow all of shuji down. he still wants his alpha to mark him and claim him, and akutagawa can only imagine how good shuji's cum would taste on his tongue. he'd swallow it all down too, he'd drink it up eagerly.
the insides of akutagawa's thighs are completely drenched by now, his back going a into a rigid arc as he spreads his knees a bit. trying to roll his hips into nothing as if he was slowly preparing to ride on a dick that's almost too big is doing him more harm than good, but he can't help it. all he can think about is being a good little omega for his alpha. ]
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But he's not a cruel person, especially not to his omega who's been so good for him. And so, despite the effort it takes him, he pulls Akutagawa off his cock.]
On your hands and knees.
[Akutagawa has needed to be fucked so badly, since before Shuji even arrived. He won't have to wait much longer.]
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that's the farthest thing from his mind at the moment, however. the he tries chasing shuji's dick with his tongue as he's pulled away, and for a few moments looks up at him with an affronted frown as he pants for breath. he wasn't done, is what he wanted to snap, but shuji's next set of instructions make his motive clear, so akutagawa swallows down his petulance and gives a tiny, tiny nod. ]
...Yes, Alpha.
[ his voice is soft, but it belies the eagerness prickling hot all over his skin. finally, finally, finally, he's going to get what he's been yearning for the past few days. akutagawa almost can't believe it, but he doesn't waste a single second thinking on it. just as commanded, he sits up on his knees fully before scooting around till his back is to shuji.
his arms are rigidly straight when he leans forward to plant them atop the sheets. when he nudges his knees apart, the sight of his thighs, drenched from the middle to the back, are in plain sight. there's no possible way to hide how aroused just servicing his alpha made him.
akutagawa takes in a slow breath, hips jutting back slightly in a silent plea to hurry and fill him up completely. he even manages to spare a glance from around his shoulder, eyeing shuji expectantly and desperately. ]
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A good omega like that deserves to be fucked until they can't think straight.
Shuji lines his cock up with Akutagawa's entrance. Even just that makes him moan, feeling Akutagawa's inviting heat. There's no reason to be concerned that Akutagawa isn't wet enough for him, so he pushes forward in one sharp thrust, burying himself almost to the hilt.]
Oh god, oh god...
[He grips onto Akutagawa's hip and tries to steady his breathing, but it's impossible with how good Akutagawa feels around him, like he was made to have Shuji inside him.]
Tell me - haahhh, how good my cock feels inside you-
[With the unspoken reverse: if it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me now before I start fucking you into the mattress.]
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