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“Are you hurt?” Ayato asked. He drew in dangerously close, one hand sliding up Thoma’s neck, thumb brushing across the bruise blooming on his lip.
The sound Thoma let out was closer to a moan than he meant for it to be. He couldn’t think straight. Between his heat, the adrenaline from the situation, and his young master so close to him - his scent filling his nose and mouth so much he thought he could choke - it felt like he was losing his grip on his own sanity.
“W-Waka,” he managed, “I’m okay. You’re here. I’m okay.”
“I’m here,” Ayato’s voice was also strained and he leaned in even more, his body sliding in between Thoma’s thighs. He growled, a deep sound in the back of his throat, and Thoma nearly threw his head against Ayato’s forehead with the way his body twitched. His instincts were running wild, Ayato should be his mate - his master, his friend of so many years, the name he had called out into his pillow as he fucked himself through every heat since they’d met. He would never say anything. He could never ask such a thing out of the man who had given him so much already, who surely had his eyes on a more suitable omega from a distinguished family.
Thoma could tell that Ayato’s instincts were driving him mad too, right now. They must be after Ayato had fought off four different alphas all over an omega in heat. Of course, that was all they were - instincts. It didn’t mean that Ayato wanted him . Even so, would it be so bad to let Ayato use his body? He could feel the hard length of Ayato’s cock against his thigh. Thoma knew that he could relieve that ache. He could be very, very well-behaved, not even make a sound if Ayato didn’t want him to.
Ayato interrupted his thoughts, voice still strained, “should I take you to Ritou? Do you have somewhere to stay?”
Thoma often stayed at the Kamisato estate, but spent his heats elsewhere, to avoid imposing. There was no way they could make it to Ritou in this condition, though.
He tightened his fingers on Ayato’s clothes, “if- if I can stay-”
“Of course, Thoma, I’ll take you home.”
Home . Why did he have to say it like that? Thoma whimpered as Ayato pulled him to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist.
It felt good, but Thoma blushed, “I-I’m alright, my lord, I can stand.” Still, he had to hide the way his legs wobbled when Ayato let go of him.
Luckily, they weren’t far from the Kamisato Estate and they made it there quickly even despite their condition. Getting inside was the trickier affair, in Thoma’s eyes, passing by the staff and guards, many of whom weren’t even aware that he wasn’t a beta. Ayato grabbed his wrist as they approached, and Thoma shivered at the feeling of fingers against his glands. This wasn’t helping the wetness in his pants, that he could feel uncomfortably as they walked. His mind was growing hazy again, needy. Ayato swerved to the back of the grounds on the outside of the courtyard gates, and only then did Thoma remember the back entrance to the estate. This solved the problem of making it inside, and soon enough, they were standing outside the doors of Ayato’s own quarters. Thoma made to continue down the wing to his own bedroom, the singular thought of nesting and fucking himself silly on his mind, but Ayato stood firmly, still holding his wrist. Thoma eyed him quizzically.
“Wait inside my room for a moment. I’ll make sure no one is around, alright?”
Thoma just blinked at him dazedly before he was ushered gently inside his young master’s room, and the door slid shut behind him. Alone, inside, was not such a bright idea on Ayato’s part, he thought vaguely. If his scent had been dizzying before, it was nearly enough to knock him out now. Thoma couldn’t help himself, he collapsed on top of Ayato’s bed, face planted in the sheets. He hadn’t come to change Ayato’s bedding in a few days, so they smelled just like him, a clean, powerful smell, the way the ocean smelled during a big storm. He balled his fists in the fabric, subconsciously tugging as many blankets as possible around his body, hips moving against the sheets of their own volition. One hand moved to rub his cunt through the cold, damp fabric of his trousers, and so far out of his right mind, he pushed them down his thighs, trying to kick his boots off and getting tangled up in the process.
This was the position Ayato found him in when he reentered the room. Thoma’s face was flushed and his breathing heavy as the alpha hurried to his side and flipped him over.
“Thoma!” Ayato brushed messy hair out of his face. Thoma didn’t realize he was crying until he felt hot tears on his cheeks.
“Thoma,” Ayato gasped raggedly, “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Me?!” Thoma’s voice was raw and thick with both lust and indignation, “you’re the one who made me come in here!” Ayato was leaning in close to him and it wasn’t helping anything. All Thoma had to do was lean up ever so slightly…
The air in the room felt hot and heavy, Ayato’s deep, fresh scent mixing with the burning of Thoma’s heat. Inside, without the Inazuma breeze to blow it away, it was dizzying and overpowering. Thoma didn’t think he had the capacity to walk himself back to his room anymore, and he wasn’t sure if Ayato had the capacity to carry him.
“My lord…” he breathed, eyes dropping to Ayato’s mouth, “now that you have me here what do you intend to do with me?”
Ayato recoiled like he had been slapped, Thoma felt the sudden distance between them like a shock to the heart. “I didn’t… I’m not-” he turned away stiffly, bracing himself against the dresser, “get up and go.”
Another harsh sting in his chest. He didn’t want to go, wanted to stay, stay wrapped up in Ayato’s scent and sheets and body, wanted to feel his hands and mouth and to be filled . He almost whimpered at the thought. “My lord,” he pleaded.
“ Go .”
Slowly, with shaky hands, Thoma pushed himself up and to the edge of the bed, tugging his pants back up and getting to his feet. He swayed for a moment, willing himself to put one foot in front of the other, but he didn’t make it one step before collapsing to the ground. Perhaps he really was in a worse state than he could handle. Ayato turned back to him and knelt down, only placing one hand on his shoulder.
Thoma grasped at his shirt, mind in a complete state of chaos and need, “my lord, please,” he begged, “please, can’t I just… anything, let me suck your cock, I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good, I just-” Hot tears stung his eyes again as he looked up at Ayato desperately.
He didn’t get another word out before Ayato lifted up by his arms and tossed him back onto the bed, pinning him beneath his weight and claiming his mouth in a hot, messy kiss. Thoma matched his intensity, hands flying to the nape of his neck and tangling in his soft blue hair. Ayato’s leg slotted between his thighs and Thoma bucked up against it instinctively, practically dry humping his leg from below. The kiss grew even deeper, verging on violent but Thoma didn’t care even as their teeth bumped together and saliva dripped down his lips. When Ayato pulled back finally, reluctantly, they remained connected by a trail of it. Thoma attempted to follow his mouth but Ayato pushed him down against the bed and he looked up at him, dazed.
“Thoma,” the alpha breathed and swore under his breath, “I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. Tell me to stop.”
“No,” Thoma gasped, “no, please don’t stop. Please. I’ll be good, I’ll-”
The alpha growled and dropped his face to Thoma’s neck, his throat, nipping lightly at the skin and making Thoma’s mind go partially blank. Archons, there? He couldn’t think of anything he wouldn’t give for Ayato to mark him right then and there. But he didn’t, and instead pulled himself off Thoma’s body slightly, working his way down his chest and torso with his hands and mouth, pushing his shirt up and tugging his pants again. They gave easily, considering Thoma had never really refastened them in the first place.
Ayato exhaled through his teeth as he pulled Thoma’s pants off and gripped his thighs, thumbs massaging into them, “Thoma, archons, you’re perfect.”
The omega preened slightly at the praise, letting his legs fall slightly more apart. Ayato dropped his mouth to Thoma’s freckled skin and kissed, sucked, bit, leaving bruises on the soft flesh. He secured his arms more tightly around Thoma’s hips and kissed up along his hip bone, onto his lower belly, leaving hickies there below where his belt would buckle. His thumbs worked in circles on the muscle of Thoma’s thighs as his mouth dipped lower, into the bush of blond hair above Thoma’s cunt and then down to his clit.
The omega nearly came on the spot at the feeling of Ayato’s hot mouth and tongue against him. He moaned, squeezing his legs tight around the alpha’s head, fingers lacing into the light blue hair and tugging.
“ Waka ,” he managed to choke out as Ayato began to eat him like a man starved, swiping his tongue all the way from his entrance up to his clit and sucking briefly before repeating the movement.
Thoma moaned, feeling tears spilling down his cheeks again, unable to control them from the intensity of the pleasure, “Waka, ah, waka- gonna come- I-” Ayato only shifted his grip to be tighter, pressing his tongue into Thoma’s slick entrance. The omega came with something between a moan and a sob, his vision sparking and strong legs squeezing like a vice around Ayato’s head. When he came back to, Ayato had worked his way up to press lazy kisses across his lower belly.
But it wasn’t enough for Thoma, not when his heat was still gnawing at his stomach and begging to be bred. He tugged at Ayato’s neck and hair until the alpha obliged, leaning over him. He shifted his hips up, trying to press them against Ayato’s body. Instead, the alpha stood up entirely and Thoma whimpered aloud, pushing himself up onto his forearms to reach for him.
Ayato shushed him gently, “just a moment, pet. Let me undress.” His level tone belied his desire, but the shake in his hands as he disrobed gave him away. Still, he took his time to remove the rest of Thoma’s clothes and set them away gently. The omega allowed himself to be manhandled and resettled further up on the futon where he instinctively wriggled against the blankets and tugged them to be more comfortable around his body. Ayato’s broad hands found him there, splaying across freckled hip bones as he settled between his thighs. Thoma’s eyes settled immediately on Ayato’s cock, aching and hard between his legs. He couldn’t suppress the way he gulped nor the way his stomach ignited.
“Waka…” he breathed, “ please .”
Ayato growled, leaning back over him and kissing his face and jaw. This time, the kisses were slow, hot, intense. Thoma found his mouth and their lips met again as Ayato practically swallowed him down. His hands were pressing seemingly everywhere at once, his waist and chest and legs, and their hips began to grind together. The omega felt Ayato’s length across his belly, practically reaching his navel, and hooked his feet behind Ayato’s thighs, urging more contact. He didn’t realize he had been babbling please over and over again against the alpha’s mouth until he pulled back and swiped a tear from Thoma’s cheek.
“Thoma-” he started, fingers a vice on the flesh of the omega’s hip, “I’m going to- I’m going to put it in now.”
The blond nodded vehemently, clenching his fists into Ayato’s hair again, “please, please, please -” he gasped.
Ayato lined up and pressed into Thoma’s soaking entrance experimentally, face flushed redder than Thoma thought he had ever seen it. It felt almost unbearably good and Thoma dropped his head back, arms still wrapped around Ayato’s neck for support as the alpha continued to slide inside him. His slick walls clenched and squeezed at the alpha’s cock, desperate to be knotted and bred more than anything in the world.
It was a rare occasion when Ayato swore, but the moment he sunk fully into Thoma’s body he let out a string of curses the housekeeper hadn’t even known were in his vocabulary.
Even through the haze of his heat, Thoma managed to chuckle affectionately, nuzzling against Ayato’s neck, “my lord, so vulgar.”
The alpha responded with a small grunt and claimed Thoma’s mouth again, kissing him hard and deep and he began to grind into him with slow thrusts. Another small orgasm rippled through Thoma’s body at the steady pressure and he bit down on Ayato’s lip hard enough that he pulled back.
“Is it alright? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Thoma shook his head vehemently, “feels good. Feels so good. Please, I need you.”
Ayato obliged, beginning to thrust his hips with more rhythm, watching Thoma’s head loll back on the bed, soft golden hair framing his beautiful, strong features. Thoma was so beautiful, truly. Like the sun. Faint freckles dotted his face, highlighted by the bright pink flush in his cheeks. His lips were puffy and wet, tears at the corners of his bright green eyes. Ayato kissed them away, feeling Thoma turn into him and his hot breath against his skin.
Ayato tried not to think about what he was doing, how long he had wanted to do it. Thoma felt incredible around him, slick and hot and soft. Their bodies fit together perfectly and Ayato pulled back to watch half entranced as his cock sank in and out of the omega, each thrust causing Thoma’s belly to swell slightly all the way up to his navel. He laid his hand across Thoma’s stomach to feel the motion inside, feel himself deep into the omega’s womb.
It’s not that part of him wasn’t guilty. Thoma was his subordinate, his closest friend and most trusted retainer. He had wanted him for so long, but had carefully and painstakingly concealed his desire as to now put any inappropriate expectations on Thoma. All for it to be ruined in one night, one night losing grip on his instincts and better judgement. For better or worse, he was buried deep inside Thoma now, the pretty blond moaning and grinding on his cock.
“Thoma,” he sighed, drinking in the sight of him. He wanted this forever. With one hand, he splayed wide across the back of Thoma’s thigh and pressed it up over his shoulder, stretching the omega open so he could slot better between his legs. Thoma was so flexible, contorting his body how Ayato positioned him easily.
In this position, Ayato snapped his hips firm and deep, hitting the right spot inside Thoma’s body every time so that the omega moaned loudly, one fist balling up in the bed sheets and tugging and the other gripping Ayato’s forearm.
“Please, please, Waka, please don’t stop!” He cried. Ayato had no trouble obeying and fucking the blond hard and fast now, one hand holding his leg up and the other gripping his hip, leaving bruises on the soft skin. Thoma’s scent was overwhelming, a mix of familiar and foreign fragrances that Ayato had come to adore over the years. Now, it was all he could think about, the warm, fresh, clean way that Thoma smelled filling his nose and head. His cock ached as he thrust in deep, as far as he could nearly bending Thoma in half with their hips flush together. His knot filled, tight in Thoma’s hole, swelling and linking them together as the omega came again, arching his back and squirming around the thick knot filling him.
Then, they were still, only the rise and fall of their chests and Thoma’s needy pants and whimpers. His fingers trembled on Ayato’s neck and twisted in his hair.
His green eyes were misty and imploring and mouth slightly slack, gaze fixed on Ayato. He looked like he wanted to speak for a moment, but let his head fall back and eyes close as Ayato steadily filled him, belly swelling ever so slightly.
“Good,” Ayato rasped, letting Thoma’s leg relax back down around his hip so he could drop closer to him, chests almost touching and his face dropped against Thoma’s soft hair, “good boy. You’re taking me so well.”
“Yes, my lord,” the omega gasped, nearly a choking sound, “I’m yours.”
Ayato paused, shifting to his knees and pulling Thoma into his lap and arms, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to be. I never meant to ask this of you.”
“I am. I always have been. I- I always will be.”
Those words swirled in Ayato’s head like a thunderstorm. He pulled Thoma tighter against his chest, stroking his hair and back gently as his knot slowly emptied. By the time he separated their bodies, Thoma’s eyes were half-lidded as he came down from the high of the first wave of his heat. But there would be more, Ayato knew as he gently laid him down, cleaned him off and tucked him into bed. There would be more, and it was his job to take care of Thoma through all of it.