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Kazuha slides himself off the bed, still drowsy and somewhat unsteady on his feet, slowly following the scent of food wafting from the kitchen where he finds his beloved, already fully dressed for work, meanwhile Kazuha's still draped in a loose fitting sweater that's already slipping off one shoulder. Kazuha looks off to the side, where spare sheets are thrown on the couch. Looks like he'd decided to sleep there again. When had he come home last night?
Although, looking at him, one wouldn't be faulted for wondering if he had even slept at all.
Scaramouche hasn't noticed him yet, glaring at the omelette as if it had killed his mother. There are bags under his eyes, partially hidden behind his disordered hair.
Regardless, Kazuha steps to the side and starts on some coffee. Not for himself, of course. He plans on returning to bed right after.
Not even the loud grind of the machine rouses his lover. He worries for him.
He pours a cup and lightly taps Scaramouche's shoulder to catch his attention. He blinks as if jolted from his daze before finally turning to face Kazuha.
"Good morning, love," Kazuha whispers, watching his lover's eyes soften and his body relax. He hands him the cup, to which Scaramouche accepts it with a strained sigh. Kazuha's eyes catch on the red bites marking the back of his hand.
"Morning, Kazu."
Kazuha brushes his fingers through the dark bangs, pushing them behind his ear and caressing his cheek. Scaramouche's head dips, hold on the cup tightening as he leans into the touch.
"You seem tired, did you get any sleep?"
Scaramouche shrugs, "enough."
Kazuha furrows his brows.
"Kuni…"
"I know– I," Scaramouche curses, "Fuck Kazuha, I am this. Goddamn. Close. To just quitting completely–"
Scaramouche rubs the heel of his palm into his face, his fingers still holding onto the chopsticks, "He's actively trying to make my life as difficult as he can out of spite, I'm going to go insane."
Kazuha quietly nudges his cheek with the back of his finger, (and gently warns him that the eggs are burning). Scaramouche curses as he puts down his coffee, quickly sliding the slightly–charred omelette onto the plates of rice, handing the nicer of the two to Kazuha. Scaramouche doesn't even bother making it to the table, shoving his food into his mouth with the same chopsticks he cooked with.
Kazuha takes a bite, despite his poor appetite.
It tastes amazing. Of course it does, Kazuha has always adored his lover's cooking.
"Why don't you quit?" Kazuha asks after a moment.
"Because that's exactly what he wants and i refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning," Scaramouche complains between bites, and Kazuha barely manages to eat half of his food before Scaramouche's already finishing off his plate.
"That bastard's just looking for the first opportunity he gets to be rid of me."
Kazuha sets aside his unfinished food — he can finish it later, when his stomach is a bit more cooperative — and instead opts to bring Scaramouche's plate to the sink.
"Hopefully that happens sooner than later, then," he hums, half to himself, and then slightly louder he adds, "I read that the akidemiya nearby is hoping to hire, it might suit you."
Scaramouche scoffs as he hugs Kazuha from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. Kazuha stills.
"It would certainly beat getting all my pull requests rejected for no reason whatsoever," Scaramouche murmurs into his neck. Kazuha can feel the tip of his partner's nose press into his neck as Scaramouche breathes him in. Kazuha does what he can to help, of course, filling the air with his calming pheromones. Kazuha can't help the smile that slides onto his face as he reaches up, gently petting the soft hair. The tension seeps out of Scaramouche's body with a heavy breath, practically melting into his back as he purrs, burrowing his face deeper into his shoulder.
He always picks that same shoulder, Kazuha had noticed.
No matter the situation or position, it's always the same shoulder. Always cuddling into his right side, always pressing soft kisses on his right, always only every biting the right of his neck. All while his left is cold and untouched, his mating gland aching in desperate neglect. Always, always. Like he's avoiding it.
Does he even realise he's doing it? He hopes not, he doesn't want to think about what that would mean. Though, now that Kazuha thinks about it, perhaps it would be worse if it were subconscious.
The emptiness in his chest contrasted awfully against the warmth of his lover's care.
"Kazuha?" Scaramouche's voice snaps Kazuha from his thoughts. He's resting his cheek against his shoulder, looking up at Kazuha's face as his thumb massaged into Kazuha's side. "Does your neck hurt? You've been rubbing that spot a lot lately."
"O–oh." Kazuha swallows the knot in his throat and shakes his head, pulling back down the hand that had somehow found itself on his neck. "No, love. It's just a bit stiff. I must've slept on it wrong," he says, because for all Kazuha may be, he is a coward in the places that really matter. Or perhaps they don't, if Kazuha is the only one thinking about it. Just a single pea that painfully digs into his side though the soft layers while his lover sleeps peacefully beside him.
Scaramouche takes it regardless, sighing after a beat. "Alright.
"You still have Tighnari's number, right?" he says as he slowly peels himself off Kazuha with an adorable reluctance, "he could probably suggest some stretches you can do during pre–heat."
Kazuha smiles, "I'm okay, love. Really."
Scaramouche hums, picking up his coffee and chugging it down in one go, one last lingering look at Kazuha before leaving for the front door. Kazuha follows him as he throws on his coat, leaning against the wall by the door for support.
"I'll order dinner for you this evening, same time as before," Scaramouche says, "Just remember to pick it up from the delivery guy. I'll call you when it's time."
Kazuha picks the keys hanging from the hanger, twisting them around his fingers as Scaramouche slips on his shoes.
"Anything specific you want?" Scaramouche asks as he taps the toes a couple times against the hardwood floor.
Kazuha pauses, eyes lingering on the feather keychain, before handing him his own keys instead. Scaramouche doesn't question it, not past a brief raise of his eyebrow.
"I'll take that to mean you'll be home late again tonight."
Kazuha doesn't want to sound accusative, yet Scaramouche's fingers still falter as he takes the keys. Kazuha couldn't quite meet his eyes, and Scaramouche sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'll try to be back by nine, at the latest," he says after a pause.
Scaramouche cups Kazuha's cheek, tilting his face up to look at him. His blue–purple eyes tender with a silent apology. It's okay, he thinks to himself as he pushes himself off the wall and closer to him, its not his fault.
His hands rest on Scaramouche's shoulders as he kisses him, feeling his lover sigh against him. And he can’t help but chase his lips as Scaramouche pulls away.
"Needy little puppy," Scaramouche chuckles, and Kazuha pouts, his cheeks feeling a few degrees warmer.
He gives a playful shove, though it's hard to even pretend to be annoyed when faced with Scaramouche's laugh.
Scaramouche grabs his hand, threading their fingers together as he pulls him closer. "Not like I'm complaining," he says, kissing under his ear and down where his jaw met the side of his neck. His right side.
"And besides, if you really do need me, just call," he says, giving one last peck to his lips before pulling away, "I'll be there."
Kazuha nods, still not quite wanting to let go of his hand just yet.
"Good luck, Kuni. Try not to overwork yourself."
Scaramouche lets out a laboured sigh as he opens the door.
"That's not really up to me, is it."
And he leaves, and Kazuha is left with his hand lingering in the air.
Now he's left alone in an empty house, having to swallow the horrible, irrational fear that this was the last time he'll ever see him again.
In a cold, empty house, feeling quite empty himself.
He takes out Scaramouche's keys, closing his eyes as he presses the golden feather up to his lips, his hand tightening around it enough to turn his knuckles white.
His eyes burned, and tears stuck to his eyelashes once he eventually opened them again.
He supposes this is one of the few advantages to being alone.
No one has to see how pathetic he truly feels.
It's almost funny… they've been together for so long already, so why does Kazuha still feel like it could all disappear at a moments notice, slipping freely through his fingers like it was never his to have to begin with?
He slowly makes his way to the couch, sitting himself on the edge before collapsing into his side. The throw blanket smells vaguely of familiar burnt wood. Kazuha pulls them closer around him until it was all he could sense.
He's not home by nine.
Not by ten, or even twelve.
And once more, Kazuha lays alone in their bed that night. A bed that feels far emptier than it should, as he gazes at the ceiling until his exhaustion overtakes him.
Kazuha wakes up tossing and turning on the couch, his arms still clutched around Scaramouche's sleepwear shirt as he had been when he lay there. He feels uncomfortably hot, a sticky layer of sweat on his skin and making his clothes stick to his body.
He tries to sit up, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness that made his body swing.
What time is it..?
Regardless, he peels himself off the couch, slowly, carefully, hobbling himself over to the kitchen counter. He swats his hand around, blindly searching for the faucet through his spinning vision. And once he finds it, he twists the knob, letting the harsh rush of ice cold water run over his hands. He cups them, drinking like he was dying of thirst, and perhaps he was. He doesn't remember the last time he drank anything. He splashes the cold water over his face too, for good measure. Finally shutting off the water once some semblance of clarity returns to him.
God this feels like hell.
Kazuha has always hated his pre–heats. They always felt more akin to illness than anything else. He was delirious and horribly lethargic. He hated than feeling so… useless. Weighed down by his own body. Leaden. Incapable of even looking after himself. He closes his eyes, face resting on his palms with his elbows digging into the edge of the sink. He sighs and rubs his eyes, glancing to the side, where a takeout box sat on the counter.
Right… Scaramouche had sent Chinese for him earlier. Did he eat any yet? He doesn't remember. Did Scaramouche? He remembers him complaining that the food in the canteen at work was never to his tastes. Kazuha still hopes he found something to tide him by, though. Especially with how often he's been working late.
He wishes Scaramouche were here.
He has always been there to help him through his pre–heats before. He's never even had to ask, it's never been a question. He hates himself for thinking it as one now. But he's barely been around at all lately…
He groans, sliding down along the counter until he's on his knees. The cold metal of the drawer handle digging into his forehead, sure to leave a mark. He pulls at his shirt. His beloved's shirt. He brings it up to his nose in hopes of smelling his scent, but it's hopeless, it's not one he wore, or that he's scented. Just something he pulled out of the wardrobe in something resembling desperation. Kazuha has been wearing it the past few days now, any traces of his lover that might've once been there have since been drowned away by the scent of his own, pathetic, forlorn self.
He really wishes he were here.
What he wouldn't give to have Scaramouche by his side. He wants him to hold him, to hold each other on the cold kitchen floor. To tilt Kazuha's head up with just the tip of his finger, capturing his lips in sweet kiss. To brush his tangled hair out of his sweat slick face and behind his ear. Part his lips just enough to trace the tip of his warm tongue along Kazuha's bottom lip for a taste.
Kazuha would welcome him. Clinging onto him as Scaramouche would nudge his legs apart with his knee. He'd run his hand down his neck and shoulder, barely touching as his fingers brush down his side, before finally blessing him with contact as his hand slips under the shirt, pulling him into his lap.
Kazuha would pull him closer, plead for him like he breathed. Scaramouche would tease him for it too, he wouldn't be able to resist. He'd rest his head against his, feeling Scaramouche's warm breath fan against his lips. Scaramouche would drag his hand up his body, nails lightly scratching the skin his of his stomach and chest. Trace his thumb along the underside of his nipple, making Kazuha press his chest into his hand. He'd squirm in Scaramouche's lap as he'd drag his lips along the outline of his jaw, down to the neck where he'd bite his throat, drawing out a gasp and a whimper as Kazuha would grind himself into Scaramouche's crotch. Scaramouche's teasing smile pressing against his skin.
Scaramouche would call him pathetic, or eager, or needy, it didn't really matter, Kazuha would agree regardless. He'd do anything if it meant Scaramouche would touch him.
He'll be good, a good boy. He'll sit there and take it as Scaramouche bites his neck, tracing a thumb along the waistband of his shorts, occasionally pulling and letting it snap back against his skin and making him jolt. The only pleasure he'll get is the occasional brush of his knuckles against his straining tent teasing him until he's brought to tears. Until finally, Scaramouche would move down to his left, drawing whatever noises from Kazuha's throat as his teeth graze the skin and–
Kazuha jolts back into reality as his cold hand wraps around his hardened dick. Just when did he..?
Kazuha blinks away the fog clouding his vision, taking in the mess he's suddenly become. He's even further down that he'd been before, practically lying on the tiles, his legs spread apart and his cock left hard and peaking through the top of his shorts, leaking onto his stomach. And when he shifts, he can feel his slick had started to soak through the fabric, leaving a small pool on the floor underneath him.
His throat feels dry as he presses the tip of his finger on his hole through the fabric, only to shiver as he feels the slick soaked spot spread through the cotton, his hole tightening as if begging for something inside.
Shit.
That's… not a good sign. To think just the thought of missing his lover was enough to…
Kuni…
He needs…
Though every cell in Kazuha's body was begging for him to stay, to touch himself until he writhed in pleasure, he knows this sliver of clarity was going to to be short–lasting. His phone… where did he leave it?
He pulls himself up onto his weak legs, pushing his hair back as he breathes in, dragging himself into the bedroom, his body instinctively collapsing onto the abandoned nest he's made of their bed, far too light in the head to keep himself upright. He swipes the phone from the bedside, the bright screen burning his eyes as he calls his lover. His legs tangle in the various clothes and loose blankets. He presses his face into Scaramouche's pillow, trying to pull the phone as close to his ear as he can, only to be denied even that as it's tugged back by the charging cord still plugged into it.
Kazuha huffs and practically drops the phone down beside him. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on the traces of his lover's scent as he listens to the phone ring.
It rings once, then twice.
Three times, four.
He doesn't pick up.
The heat buries deeper in his core, his cock begging for attention after being ignored for so long, his hole demanding to be filled. His clothes soaking with sweat and sticking to his skin.
Kazuha calls again, and again. Clutching his legs up to his chest.
He's busy, Kazuha, you know he's busy.
stop… stop panicking.
Frustrated and biting back tears, he pulls and palms at himself, clumsily trying to rip his shorts off completely. He yanks them down, kicking them off into whatever corner of the room. Scaramouche's shirt rode up his chest. He presses it up to his nose once more, breathing in deeply, trying to catch what little he can.
The call drops once more, and so does Kazuha's heart.
Why isn't he here?
The heat between his legs is becoming unbearable, his aching cock red and twitching against his thighs, precum already beading at the tip and dripping onto his leg. He brings his hand down behind him, fingers dipping into his wet hole, already eagerly taking him in with ease, so soaked with slick, dripping down the underside of his cock and making him twitch. He doesn't even try to take it slow, pressing in two of his fingers to the knuckles, whimpering at the stretch.
But it's not enough. Not long enough, not thick enough. He thrusts his fingers in a harsh pace, each jab at his prostate making his legs tense and muffling his moans into the pillow.
Scaramouche would stretch him so much more. He'd fill him up so perfectly, he thinks as he pushes in a third finger.
But it's still not enough. Nowhere near enough. He pulls out of his ass and lets go of the shirt, pulling it off and over his head. It's too hot, the fabric felt like it was going to suffocate him. He tries to lift himself onto his weak elbows, internally debates for a brief moment to pull it onto the pillow, but he doesn't have nearly enough patience anymore.
A shaky hand grabbing the pillow and pulling it closer, hugging it to his body as he straddles it. He humps his cock against the pillow, the mix of slick and pre spreading onto the cotton, letting Kazuha's cock glide along it. Kazuha moans helplessly, his tears and drool soaking the bedsheets below his face. He hooks a hand underneath the pillow, pressing it up into him, trapping his sensitive cock between it and his stomach.
He needs him. Needs him in the nest with him, taking the place of this dumb pillow. Needs Scaramouche to hold his head up so he could watch his face as Kazuha pathetically humped his leg like some dumb mutt. He needs him to wipe his tear stained cheeks with his thumb before shoving it into his mouth, open and wanting, the salt on his tongue as Scaramouche would press on it, unbothered by the drool dripping from his mouth and down onto him as Kazuha's mind dissolves.
He needs…
He needs his lover. He needs his mate.
But that's the issue, isn't it?
Scaramouche isn't his mate.
No matter how much Kazuha craves it, Scaramouche still hasn't claimed him. Never even tried. Never even asked.
And he tells himself it doesn't bother him. It doesn't. It really doesn't, not on a good day. But he hasn't been able to see his partner for longer than an hour since he's started taking that overtime. And it hurt, the irrational fear that he might be using it as an excuse. Choosing a job he can’t stand over him, because he just can’t bring himself to tell Kazuha that he might be getting bored of him.
That he's never even thought of claiming him, never wanted to.
It just started to eat away at him slowly at some point, and before he even realised it, there was a gaping hole in his gut leaving him oh so empty.
He bites the sheets, muffing his cries, hips slowing to a hopeless stop after trying to reach a release his body wont allow him to reach on his own.
His sobs in relief as a wave of burnt wood washes over him, his body falling limp as he feels a warm hand on his shoulder and cheek, pulling him back and turning him to face the Alpha. The touch is cold, refreshing, Kazuha can’t help but lean into it.
"K–Kuni..?"
"I'm here Kazuha.Scaramouche hushes him gently and brushes the hair out of his face, trying not to look at the sticky mess of Kazuha's dick under him, "I'm… I'm sorry I didn't, I tried to… are you in pain?"
And he is, he's been in pain for so long. His heart burning with want and need, burning him away with a fire only Scaramouche can satiate.
"Please… Kuni…"
He pushes himself up to his knees with a newfound eagerness, reaching up to cup his face and pull himself closer, Scaramouche doesn't even flinch at the feeling of his slick covered fingers spreading across his cheek.
It pains Kazuha to see him look that way, so worried. Scared, almost. Kazuha tries to kiss his lips, but he's so out of it he misses a few times before he hits, trying to comfort his beloved.
There's no doubt he can sense his distress in his scent. Scaramouche shouldn't have to bare these worries for him.
"Please Kuni… I need–" he pleads.
Scaramouche swallows the rest of Kazuha's words in a proper kiss, giving him his tongue to tide him over as he holds him. Kazuha moans, only trying to get closer. His knees teetering on the edge of the bed as he moves to mouth at his lover's neck, licking and sucking at this scent glands. The scent is driving him drunk as he pleads loose lipped against the soft skin. Scaramouche grip tightens on his sides moving himself closer as he presses their bodies together.
Scaramouche curses under his breath and helps Kazuha strip him out of his clothes. Or his jacket at least, as once that comes off Scaramouche wraps it around Kazuha's bare shoulders and pushes him back down to the bed. Scaramouche climbs on top of him and pinches the collar of the jacket around Kazuha's nose. His eyes roll back and shut as he drools over the strong scent of his lover completely enveloping him. his cock twitching underneath him
He hears Scaramouche sigh above him.
"Just look at you."
"Such a needy little Omega, loosing your mind over my scent," he leans down and lets go of the jacket. He kisses Kazuha's nose, then trailing his hands down to Kazuha's waist as he kisses his warm lips. "Can't bare one moment away from me, can you?"
Kazuha writhes as his face burns, nodding, his throat felt so dry with how he panted.
Kazuha holds Scaramouche's face in his hands, trying to pull him closer still. He needs to be closer. To feel his lover's body against his. He needs to meld into his warmth and become entirely inseparable.
Kazuha eagerly welcomes Scaramouche's tongue back in as if it were a lifeline.
He arches his back as Scaramouche pressed back into the kiss, pressing his chest up against Scaramouche's. His skin is cold in contrast to Kazuha's own burning body. Scaramouche's hand snakes down to wrap around his begging cock, thumbing the tip as he devours him, Kazuha eagerly moaning in response.
"Kun– Kuni…" Kazuha gasps as Scaramouche's sharp teeth accidentally nips his lip. Kazuha bites down in a silent plea, swallowing the groan that escapes Scaramouche's mouth.
Scaramouche answers, biting in turn, letting the taste of warm iron mix into their mouths, pulling at his bottom lip before letting go and diving back in, Kazuha's cock twitching eagerly in his hand. He ruts up when Scaramouche presses their hips together, grinding his clothed erection into him. Kazuha's mind spins as he hears Scaramouche groan above him.
Kazuha wraps his arms around his lover's neck, biting each other in their kiss until his lips feel raw. Scaramouche thumbs his tip as he spreads Kazuha's precum along his sensitive cock as they thrust against each other, he could feel Scaramouche's dick quickly hardening and weighing down on his own from its confines. His arms tense around his lover as he finally got his pleasure after being played on the edge for so long. And all it takes is a couple more jerky thrusts up as his vision turns white, trembling as ropes of cum shoots onto his chest as Scaramouche helps him through his peak.
Kazuha tries to chase Scaramouche as he pulls away, but his body feels still too weak and heavy, and he falls back on the bed, panting. Scaramouche looked down on him with heavy breath and darkened eyes. Dragging his hand up Kazuha's sensitive cock, letting his cum gather on his fingers before bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, as if he were savouring the taste.
He leans down and kisses Kazuha's quivering chest, nipping at the skin as he trails down. Covering Kazuha's skin with bites as he laps up Kazuha's cum. Kazuha shivers as the sensitive head of his still-hard dick trails along the underside of his beloved's jaw and neck, feeling his muscles shift against him as he swallows Kazuha's spent.
Kazuha whines and Scaramouche watches his every movement intently. He moves down to press a kiss on the underside of his cock, lips upturned into a teasing smile.
"You just came and you're still so hard," he hums, making Kazuha quiver.
He kisses down until he's mouthing at his thighs, biting down into the flesh, making Kazuha gasp and tense his legs around his lover's head, but Scaramouche forces them apart, baring himself to him as Scaramouche slipped the sticky pillow he'd been humping under his hips, pushing Kazuha's legs up to his chest and putting his desperation on full display for him.
Kazuha digs his fingers into the jacket and wraps it further around himself. He's still so uncomfortably hot, and the jacket was only making it worse, but Kazuha craves to bury himself in it. It was dripping in his scent, and Kazuha feels like he'd been starved of it for far too long. His body jerks as he felt a hand cup his ass, Scaramouche's fingers pulling at the flesh as he feels the puffs of Scaramouche's hot breath against Kazuha's dripping hole.
A thumb prods against him, spreading his rim open and letting Kazuha's warm slick drip down his hand and the sheets. Kazuha shivers in anticipation as he watches Scaramouche lick his lips.
"Such a messy puppy, aren't you." His is voice low, making Kazuha dizzy, "I barely have to touch you and you're already so wet for me.
"You're so troublesome, leaving me such a sticky mess to clean up."
Scaramouche plants a kiss against his twitching ring of muscles. His soft lips part and Kazuha whines as he feels Scaramouche's warm tongue flatten against him, pressing in as he swallows his slick. Kazuha can't help but squirm as the wet muscle presses into him.
Scaramouche groans in satisfaction, sending vibrations up Kazuha's spine as Scaramouche fucked him with his tongue, eating him out like he was starving. Kazuha's cock begs for attention, leaking onto his stomach, and yet Scaramouche pays it no mind. Instead, he presses two fingers into him, both slipping inside like they belonged there. He curls right up into his prostate and Kazuha jolts and chokes out a moan.
"K– Kuni please… m–more… it's– not e– enough…!" he pleads, trying to squirm his hips into the pleasure, but Scaramouche only digs his nails into his thigh.
He bites into him, and Kazuha gasps at the sharp, pleasant sting.
"What a whore of a puppy," he teases, and Kazuha's minds goes blank. "Maybe if you're good, I'll fuck you."
"You want that, don't you? You'll be a good boy for me?"
Kazuha nods rapidly, dumbly, too lost in pleasure as Scaramouche's fingers ruthlessly fuck him so perfectly, sending electricity up his spine while he's forced to stay there and take it by the grip digging into his hip.
"I'll b– be good please I'm– ah~"
He's no longer in control of the sounds falling from his lips, his vision dancing as Scaramouche devours him. Scaramouche's mouth only leaving his slutty hole to bite his milky thighs, piercing the soft flesh of his ass. Pain and pleasure mixing in his gut as he's driven mad.
"What's wrong? About to come again?" he asks, and he almost sounds bored. "Such a pathetic fucking puppy. So lost in your heat, begging to cum. Can't even hold it in, can you?"
Scaramouche's fingers shift inside him. Those long, delicate fingers that so expertly kissed his sweet spot now just barely grazing it, teasing him with the lack of pleasure. Kazuha whimpers, his eyes feel wet as he's edged.
"n–no– please… p–please Alpha I'm s– so…" he pleads mindlessly, slurring his words, "I'm good I'll be good– mng~ g– good puppy for you–"
The tip of Scaramouche's nose brushes up the underside of Kazuha's sensitive cock, his hot breath fluttering against his reddened length.
"Then you can last a little longer until I'm satisfied with you, can't you."
Scaramouche's lips press against his tip, precum spreading and wetting them as his cock twitches at the touch. He moves back down, still teasing his fingers just shy of his prostate as he slowly draws his wet tongue from the base back up. His hand wraps around his length, dips his tongue under the foreskin as he licks his beading, sensitive tip.
"So worked up. Just how long were you fucking yourself waiting for me?" He keeps his mouth on Kazuha's cock as he speaks, Kazuha grasps the sheets beneath him as he can feel his lover speak every word against him. "Such a naughty little puppy, aren't you. Falling apart on your own fingers as you hump whatever you can find."
"I– I couldn't... ah–! It's not... mmh, e– enough~"
"No?" Scaramouche's lips quirk upwards in amusement, his wrist tightens as it jerks him, gliding with the help of all he's leaking, dripping down his cock from the swollen head peeking itself from its foreskin. "Can't cum without your master around? Needed to fuck yourself on my cock? For me to fill your slutty hole with my knot until you went stupid?"
Kazuha throws his head back, electricity running down his spine as he arches his back. He's so, so close. But he's a good boy, and good boys don't cum unless they're told. His head falls to the side, wet cheek brushing against the tear stained pillow. Kazuha yelps as fingers harshly jab his sweet spot.
"Answer me, Kazuha."
"Y– yes pleaseplease– mng~" tears of pleasure run down his cheek as Kazuha babbles, drunk and loopy. "your slutty puppy~ n–need you... need your knot~"
"Good boy~"
And he's finally rewarded as Scaramouche takes him into his mouth, down to the base in one swift move and enveloping his cock with his hot, wet throat as he starts fucking his fingers right dead on his prostate that it has Kazuha's mind turn to static, barely even processing as he cums down Scaramouche's tight throat. He can feel Scaramouche swallowing it all down, his throat tightening around his cockhead as he drains him dry, eyes still watching his every reaction.
His hand doesn't stop moving even after he finally pulls off, climbing back up to capture him in a kiss. He could taste himself on Scaramouche's tongue. Kazuha whimpers as Scaramouche continues to twist his overstimulated dick.
"mng… n–no I– Alph… Kuni I can't~"
Scaramouche presses his clothed erection into his ass as he brings his slick–covered hand up to grab his jaw, forcing him to tilt his head deeper into the kiss. Kazuha's legs tense, wrapping around and trapping Scaramouche's waist and grinding back into him despite himself. Fuck… he really is such a cock-dumb mutt.
"You can," Scaramouche mutters into his lips. "You're a good boy, aren't you? You can cum for me again."
Kazuha whimpers as his gut twists in overstimulation, but he nods anyway, grasping at Scaramouche's shoulders as he pants into the kiss, Scaramouche's heavy musk infiltrating his breath. He can feel Scaramouche's hard dick through the fabric, grinding into him like he was trying to fuck him.
Scaramouche twists around his cockhead and Kazuha twitches, crying as overstimulation brings him over the edge and another orgasm is forced out of him, his nails digging into Scaramouche's shoulders like a lifeline as his whole body tenses.
Scaramouche holds him through his release, foreheads pressed together, his scent filling the air and their lungs as Kazuha tries to catch his breath.
Slowly, eventually, the hands rubbing circles into his hips clear the static from his mind. He clumsily brings his hands to cup the flushed face of his lover and bring him back down to press another kiss to his lips. Soft, this time. Kazuha's still too light and fuzzy to will up anything else.
He looks up at him when they pull away. The dreaminess dissolving away as he feels the warm skin under his touch. Scaramouche's eyes are blown out in arousal, lips parted as he breathes, but he still smiles when he sees Kazuha return to him.
"You're back." He feels breathless.
Scaramouche hums, "I could say the same for you." He brushes back the hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead. "That wasn't too much, right?"
"Of course not, it wasn't nearly enough," Kazuha's hands go to clumsily work through buttons to pull off the rest of Scaramouche's clothes, feeling up and pulling his lover's body closer as he does. There's far too many layers between them.
He traces his thumb along the thin scars under his beloved's lean chest as his shirt falls off him and into the nest, "You should've been inside me hours ago."
He watches as Scaramouche shivers when Kazuha pulls down his pants, pressing his palm to the aggressive tent and feeling the hard length underneath. Kazuha swallows as he sees the V peeking from under the fabric.
"Now where has that Kaedehara patience gone off to?"
"Left along with my self restraint around the time my heat knocked be to my knees."
Something passes in Scaramouche's eyes for a brief moment, "Right. Did… something happen?"
Kazuha pauses to look up to him. "Did what happen?"
Scaramouche's brows furrow slightly, "your heat wasn't due for another week, did something happen to trigger it early?"
Ah.
Kazuha shakes his head, "No, I don't… know why."
Scaramouche looks at him, analysing him like he doesn't quite buy it.
"You sure?"
Kazuha hums, not really wanting to meet his eyes. Instead choosing to run his hands across his lover's bare chest. "I suppose," he eventually gets out, "I just missed you." It's not nessicarily a lie.
And then quieter, as if unsure if he's willing to speak it, "Your scent is starting to fade from your things, you spend so little time at home."
With me.
Scaramouche falls silent, bringing a hand to hold onto Kazuha's above his heart. "I was pulled away from my phone at work. When I… I tried to call you back as soon as I saw.
"But… looks like you were too lost to hear it, so I just… ran."
Kazuha offers a small smile, "It's okay. You were busy, I understand."
"You're here now," his voice falters for a beat, and he can only hope Scaramouche doesn't catch it.
"Right?"
"Of course."
He kisses the side of Kazuha's head and murmurs into his ear, "I'm here for as long as you need me."
Are you?
I want to believe you, but how can I?
How can I, when at any moment, you could turn around and tell me we meant nothing? When i wake every morning in fear that I'll fall through the clouds?
Do you not need me like I do you?
Scaramouche gently drags him out of his thoughts with a warm kiss, and Kazuha sighs into it.
"I'll get us some water and towels for later," he whispers, "rest, I'll be right back."
And he knows he will.
He knows he's just trying to take care of him.
But when Scaramouche starts to lift off him, Kazuha is struck with a deep, instinctual desperation and panic.
Don't–
And he yelps, clutching onto him and pulling him back down, clinging onto him with his nails digging into his shoulders.
I'll fall–
Neither of them move as Kazuha's rapid heartbeat gradually recovers, and he's filled with shame as he loosens his grip, head falling back to the pillow with a quiet "sorry" as he refuses to make eye contact with Scaramouche. Even so, he can still feel the glare he must be giving him.
"Something's wrong."
"It's nothing I–"
"Cut the crap Kazuha. I can see it clear as day." Displeased pheromones suddenly start to flood the room, putting Kazuha on edge, his fingers tensing. "Something's been wrong for months."
"I know you don't like to talk about it," Scaramouche drawls, his lips halfway into a snarl.
"I ask and you deflect."
"I sit by your side, and you start silently spiralling hoping i don't comment."
"I try to leave, to give you space, and you pull me back."
"Kuni…" Kazuha chokes out.
The Alpha's arms are caging him down on each side of his head. His omegan instincts are running haywire, panicking. He is in danger. He needs to run. But he can't. He caused this, he can't.
"No matter what I do, you still look like I've kicked you.
"Did I do something wrong? Did I miss something?" Scaramouche says, clipped, his jaw tightening, "Because I am trying, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."
Kazuha feels like the room is spinning, the panic has his stomach churning. Every instinct telling him to run or to please him somehow, but he can't. He can't–
"Kuni I–"
"All you do is let your troubles pile over your back, hiding behind your fucking flowery words until it breaks your back because you're too much of a fucking coward to ask for help."
Kazuha's voice feels weak.
"Kuni, please–"
"Why is it–" Scaramouche snaps, "–that the only times I hear the words "I need" from you, is when you're like this!"
Kazuha flinches, eyes shut on reflex.
The room goes silent. He can sense Scaramouche's arms, start to tremble. He hears Scaramouche curse under his breath above him, and he slowly, as if letting out a held breath, looks back up to his lover.
Scaramouche head hangs low. And with a shaky breath, a hand lifts off the sheets to rake his hair out of his face. His expression was tense with regret, as if raising his voice had pained him severely. Kazuha felt his heart burn with sorrow. He shouldn't have to look like that.
"Shit." The air clears of the bitter scent, finally letting Kazuha breathe, and his heart rest.
"I…" Scaramouche starts, quiet, voice dripping with guilt, "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. This."
"You're already… I shouldn't be– I shouldn't have…"
Before he could get the chance to run, Kazuha gently holds Scaramouche's cheek, his thumb wiping away the moisture starting to form under his eye. Scaramouche closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He's been blind, hasn't he? He hadn't realised he was hurting too.
"It's okay," Kazuha whispers.
Scaramouche's lips quirk up in a strained smile, huffing something resembling a laugh as he gently holds the hand on his cheek. "It's really not," he mutters, tilting his head to press his lips against the palm.
"I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. Especially when you're sensitive from your heat."
"It's okay, my love," Kazuha sighs. "I understand. You're just worried."
And its clear Scaramouche has more to say, but he bites his tongue.
He presses his lips on the scent gland on Kazuha's wrist, before taking Kazuha's hand properly and planting soft kisses over his fingers, from the tips to his knuckles and the back of his palm, and slowly trailing down his inner arm, each kiss spreading warmth across Kazuha's skin.
It only serves to stoke the dying flame in his core, and Kazuha can only hold his breath and try not to shutter.
Kazuha will never quite adjust to the feeling of Scaramouche's rare, undivided affection. To the warmth.
"You never tell me anything," Scaramouche murmurs, "I'm just left guessing what could be bothering you, or if I've hurt you without realising it again."
He trails his kisses to his chest, lingering on his heart but never going higher than his collarbones.
His shoulders feel cold, his mating gland aching for any kind of touch, any kind of proof that he's not going to lose this, lose him. And–
"I just need… you."
Scaramouche huffs, as if he'd said something amusing.
"You have me. All of me. You always have."
Maybe he's right. Maybe he has been too unfair.
He wraps his arms around Scaramouche's neck, and Scaramouche allows himself to be pulled in for a kiss. Just a closed, heavy press of the lips, a promise, a reminder of their presence.
Scaramouche's hand caresses his side, up to his chest where his fingers accidentally brush over his nipple, causing Kazuha to gasp into the kiss. Scaramouche doesn't miss it, of course he doesn't.
He rolls his nipple between his fingers, separating from the kiss to move lower, taking the other into his warm mouth and pressing his tongue against the hardening nub.
"We– we can talk later."
"Are you sure?" Scaramouche asks, looking up at him from below. His eyes look rounder from this angle, softer, almost doe-like. Kazuha's heart feels torn in so many directions. This man drives him crazy.
"Please Kuni, I can't–" he pleads, and Scaramouche chuckles.
"Alright, alright. Later."
Scaramouche leaves one last kiss on his nipple, continuing his path down Kazuha's body. He presses his lips on each of the bites marks littering his stomach. His tongue peeping out to lick the red and Kazuha's breath hitches, pulling his stomach in to avoid the ticklish kitten licks. Yet Scaramouche smiles, pressing in further.
Kazuha tries to kick him away, his foot pushing at his shoulder, and Scaramouche grabs onto the ankle before thankfully showing him mercy. His lips move to his thigh and his other hand tosses aside the ruined pillow from under Kazuha's hips, and letting him lie flat on his back.
Kazuha's cock slowly rousing to attention as Scaramouche takes the milky flesh of his thighs into his mouth, closing his eyes, sucking and letting it pop back out of his lips only to go back in for another. Scaramouche hums, clearly pleased to be littering his legs with reds and purples. Kazuha bites his finger, swallowing back the whimper in his throat, face burning as his cock stirs back up in attention.
Scaramouche is usually so brilliantly rough with him, always giving him everything he needs and more, enough to make him forget his own name. He almost doesn't know how to react to this, to being spoiled like this. Not when each brush of his lips down his knee makes his heart flutter.
He ends with a lingering kiss on his ankle and his heel. Kazuha pulls his foot out of his hold, not even managing to look at him as he mutters under his breath, "Please, just fuck me."
Scaramouche smiles and sighs something fond.
The Alpha leans back up, pulling off the pants clinging to his legs and slowly, teasingly, sliding off his underwear, revealing his lover's girth. How embarrassing, that just the sight of him is already plenty enough to back Kazuha flush with heat as he watches him strip.
His beloved… Kazuha had trouble believing he wasn't a god, what with him daring to look so divine. And his dick wasn't any exception. So long and thick… And he knows how to use it, filling him up so perfectly, fucking him so deep–
"Look at you, so needy you couldn't wait even a moment before stuffing your fingers back inside," Scaramouche chuckles.
"A– ah? am I–?" Kazuha blinks, but his breath catches as his fingers curl into him all on their own, and Scaramouche watches him as he fucks into his own greedy hole.
Scaramouche hooks his finger under Kazuha's, pulling them out and bringing them up to his lips, kissing them, taking them into his mouth briefly, licking them and cleaning them of slick before he moves back down along his arm to press a kiss under Kazuha's eye.
"You're losing yourself again, my dear."
Kazuha's heart flutters and he keens as the petname. He tilts his head up, trying to reach his lips in vain.
"Already so excited to take my cock, hm?" Scaramouche massages Kazuha's ass, lifting it into his lap and slotting his heavy dick up against him, languidly rutting up, letting Kazuha's slick spread against him. Kazuha whimpers as Scaramouche's cockhead knocks against the underside of his sack with each unhurried thrust.
"So pretty and wanting," Scaramouche breathes, "The perfect little omega."
Kazuha can't help but squirm against him. He's going to kill him with need at this rate.
"All for you– all yours to… play with," he whispers, "My love, my dearest."
"My Kuni."
The air feels warm as their scents mix. Scaramouche looks down at him, and his eyes soften. He leans down, letting his body fall into Kazuha's welcoming arms.
Their noses brush against each other, and Scaramouche sighs.
"Sometimes, I don't get how you can still want me around," he says, so quietly Kazuha doubts he'd have heard it if it weren't for his hearing, "I keep making stupid mistakes to hurt you."
So sweet… Kazuha's heart swells in adoration and he can't help but smile. Even as Scaramouche grips his waist, even as he feels his hole tighten against Scaramouche's warm length. Even as his body craves to be used.
"Because you always try to be better," he answers simply. He tilts his head up to press a soft kiss on his lips. The warm scent of his lover tangling in their shared breath. "I trust you."
Scaramouche smiles against his lips, "you really shouldn't, but fine.
"Stubborn bastard," he mutters, and Kazuha laughs.
"Takes one to know one, I suppose."
Scaramouche leans back up, hooking Kazuha's legs over his shoulders and reaches out to the side, blindly taking out a condom from the drawers. Kazuha protests softly, putting his hand over Scaramouche's, though it doesn't stop him from ripping it open anyways.
"I know," Scaramouche hums, rolling the red elastic over his hardened dick, taking himself in his hand as he rubs the tip against Kazuha's slick-wet entrance, "I don't like it as much either." The tip catches on his rim, making Kazuha's breath hitch in anticipation, hands clutching the sheets below him.
"Besides," Scaramouche presses in slowly, his hand resting overtop Kazuha's chest, certainly feeling how fast his heart beat for him.
"Just means I'll have to fuck you hard enough to breed you up regardless."
All breath escapes Kazuha's lungs as Scaramouche finally thrusts in, stretching him out so deliciously in that way he oh so dearly craved.
And gods, he is so wet, the lewd sounds heard so clearly as he takes his lover in eagerly. He can hardly make anything out with how his head spun from having his cock twitch inside him.
"That's what you want from me, isn't it, Kazuha?" Scaramouche says, his voice low and breathy, though not without a teasing lilt, "for me to breed you full with my pups?"
"I could make you plump with my cum, plug you with my knot until it takes," he hums, his hand dragging down to press lightly on his abdomen as he languidly fucks into him, and Kazuha moans as he feels the shape of his cock inside him and his whole body trembles.
"P–please…" Kazuha pleads, holding onto his beloved, his hole tightening around his hot cock. Scaramouche's pups… made to carry his kits… like a good little omega…fuck.
Kazuha yelps as Scaramouche snaps his hips up in a purposeful thrust. "Careful, Kazuha. Stay with me." His grip on his jaw, tilting his head up until their lips are just a thread apart, "You can hold out a little longer for me."
Kazuha has to suppress a whine. Why must he? His beloved's cock, filling him up so good. And his scent is so strong… The pheromones sending his instincts all the right signals. All he wants to do is submit, present himself like a good omegan pup, let him fuck him like a slut, use him for his own pleasure–
"Kazuha," Scaramouche hums, his thrusts having slowed to a stop. Kazuha blinks, taking a moment to breathe and rub his face.
"Hm," he nods, "I'm still here."
"Good," Scaramouche says, kissing him as he starts to move his hips again, one hand resting on his leg, the other under Kazuha's hips, supporting his angle. Kazuha needs to grip the cold bed frame above him to keep him grounded, but thankfully, Scaramouche lets his thrusts remain gentle, soft.
He makes him feel warm with care. With love.
It's a shame the Heat in his core demanded something more.
"Kuni…" Kazuha can't help but sigh his name as Scaramouche kisses the side of his head. He shivers as he takes his earlobe into his mouth and pulls before letting go. "My Kuni… you– you feel so warm. Treat me so well… My Beloved… My Muse."
"My body, my being… All yours…"
"You're all I think about…" Was he even thinking about what he was saying anymore? He's not sure. "It's so cold when you're gone…"
"…I missed you too," Scaramouche whispers, clearly trying to hide his face. But Kazuha wants to see him.
He guides him to rest their foreheads together, with only a little pushback. His Scaramouche… the embarrassed flush painting his face red making him look oh so adorable. His adorable, adorable Alpha.
His loving… caring…
"You give me too much credit."
Kazuha chuckles. And all-too modest lover.
Scaramouche clicks his tongue in faux annoyance, "Will you ever get tired of saying stuff like that?"
"I'm afraid not, my love." Kazuha kisses the bridge of Scaramouche's nose. "Although… If you want to shut me up… I'm sure you could find a way."
Scaramouche pauses, leaning back up as he gives Kazuha a somewhat exasperated, but no less fond look. "So that's your angle, is it?" he huffs, "And here I was trying to be nice and make up for everything."
Kazuha smiles. "You'll get your chance." And Scaramouche rolls his eyes.
"Fine." Scaramouche tilts Kazuha's hips higher off the bed, letting him fuck directly into that one spot that make Kazuha see stars, and Kazuha wilfully moans. "Should've known my puppy would be too much of a whore to appreciate it."
"But I guess I just can't say no to you," Scaramouche's cock hit so deep in him, and maybe it's madness, but Kazuha can swear he can almost see his outline through his stomach. "my pretty omega. You take me so well, so desperate to have me mark your cute little womb with my cum."
"P– ah… please~! Fill mm– me~ I'll… I'll g–give you as many pups as you want…" Kazuha moans, and he tangles his fingers in Scaramouche's, making sure he keeps eye-contact as he brings it up to his neck, "You hit me s– so deep, mnh… I feel you all the way– ah~ up here~" he presses down somewhat, letting his pheromones freely soak the air.
And the effect is immediate. Scaramouche's pupils dilate and he covers his mouth with his hand, stuffing his mouth with his fingers to which Kazuha gleefully purrs.
"Fuck… You have no idea what you do to me." Scaramouche curses, falling undone. "you're such… such a naughty mutt."
Kazuha can't even nod, his head's being pinned onto the mattress as Scaramouche rams into him relentlessly.
Kazuha moans as Scaramouche fucks into him, the lewd, wet slap of skin with each thrust into his prostate. Scaramouche bends down, grabbing his jaw and tilting his face up for a filthy, sloppy kiss. Just the two of them panting into each other's mouths. Kazuha presses his tongue up against Scaramouche's, eagerly swallowing the saliva that drips into his thirsty mouth as his mind fills with fog.
The warm scent of his lovers arousal permeating the air between them, overtaking his lungs until he felt drunk on it alone. His own cock bouncing on his stomach with each thrust, untouched and blissfully neglected, his tip dripping with precum, making a mess drooling on himself. His head feels light as Scaramouche's thrusts ramped up as he chases his own peak.
Kazuha forces his eyes to focus so he can watch as his beloved's face scrunched together in pleasure as the thickness of his knot fucked against him with each thrust, skin flushed down and past his chest, and he's sure he's not faring much better himself. He looks beautiful, just the sight of his lover so overcome with pleasure is almost enough to push him over the edge himself.
He whines as he feels his lover's cock twitch against his insides as he came, knot teasing and pleading entry into his greedy hole, filling the thin rubber with his cum, and Kazuha mourns the theft.
Scaramouche curses under his breath as he pulls out, pulling the cum-filled condom off his dick and reaching for another as he commands Kazuha to turn around. Kazuha obeys, letting the jacket fall from his shoulders and instead burrowing his face in it as he spreads his legs wide, bending down and arching his back. Every breath he took smelled like him.
He looks over behind him, watching Scaramouche eyes on his thoroughly fucked hole and his leaking dick hanging and twitching between his legs.
"Fuck Kazuha," Scaramouche tears the package away with his teeth in one swift, impatient movement, and Kazuha prays he pierced it. "Such a pretty little puppy, aren't you."
Scaramouche pushes Kazuha down by the shoulder, the used condom still in tangled between his fingers. Kazuha's chest and sensitive nipples rubbing against the bedsheets as he eagerly rubbed his ass into the hard, wrapped tip of his lover.
Scaramouche wasted no time thrusting back in in one go, filling back up his eager hole, hitting him even impossibly deeper than before. "Y–yes, puppy– I…" Kazuha mind goes numb with pleasure, focused only on his lovers warm scent and his thick cock hitting into his stomach, "your puppy~ mmmf– ♡"
"Taking my cock so well–" Scaramouche moans, "Such a slutty puppy, can't live without his master's cock fucking him."
"Mng– p–please please… ah~ m–master's slutty puppy." He whimpers. Scaramouche presses his face down into the jacket, Kazuha's eyes half-lidded as he's pounded into the bed. All he can do is babble, muffled as he is. "Mmh~ wanna– wanna be stuffed full~ wanna take your knot–"
"A pathetic little puppy, begging to be bred."
Kazuha can feel his Alpha's hot cock fucking right into the opening of his womb. Fuck he… he really needs to be filled– fucked full of his lover's thick cum until it took. He snakes a hand down to his abdomen, and now he can really feel the outline of Scaramouche's thickness in him, can almost imagine the bump swelling with Scaramouche's pups, made to carry their litter. Kazuha's cock twitches in eagerness, and Kazuha moans into the bed as he touches his neglected, leaking tip.
But not before Scaramouche clicks his tongue and pulls both Kazuha's arms behind his back, pinning them both down with just one hand.
"Begging for my knot, but what makes you think you deserve it? Already trying to make yourself cum? Should have known from how you were humping the bed like a bitch." Scaramouche scolds, and Kazuha whines. Pleasure-filled tears burn the corners of his eyes.
"Mng– n–no~ please I'm so close– I'm a good boy~ ah…" he pleads, "I'll be g–good f–for you~ ♡ please–"
"Good boys use their words, puppy." Scaramouche
"Touch me– touch my useless puppy cock…" Kazuha cries, and he can almost hear the amused chuckle above him. His vision melting as Scaramouche tightens his grip on his arms, functionally tying him down and forcing him to sit there and take the pleasure. "P– puh… please– co– hng… I wan– want to come so bad"
"Good boy~" Scaramouche takes his used condom and slips it onto Kazuha's dick.
"You've already made such a mess, and since you wouldn't let me grab any towels, you're stuck with this."
The tightness constricting his pulsing cock as Scaramouche wraps his warm hand around him, thrusting hard into his ass and making Kazuha fuck into his fisted hand. His lover's cum pooling at his tip and mixing with his own pre, suctioning and slicking as Kazuha moans.
"If you want to come, you come in here. Otherwise, you'd just spill yourself all over the bed, wouldn't you? Coming until the sheets are ruined with your sticky fluids."
Scaramouche's fist tightens around the tip, and Kazuha jerks, pathetically drooling into the clutched sheets as he came, hiccuping as condom swelling out as it struggled to fit a second load, Scaramouche's tight grip forcing the warm cum to coat his cock.
Scaramouche's thrusts harshen, making his tears run down Kazuha's cheeks as he fucks his abused hole, fucking into his prostate and forcing him come again, clutching his hole around Scaramouche's cock and moaning as he throbs against his walls.
His thrusts not letting up even as his lover spills in his ass once more. Rubber swollen with his lovers cum, fucking deep into him, a single thin layer keeping him from getting filled to the brim like he longed for.
He whimpers as Scaramouche pulls the bloated latex off Kazuha's overstimulated cock, remnants of his spent dripping off the length of his dick and leaking out the ruined rubber.
"See? Still making a mess even with a condom." Scaramouche holds up the dripping condom to Kazuha's face, and Kazuha's blurry, wet eyes track the white spent as it trails into his lovers palm. "See how much you came? It's even dripping down my hand."
Dazed with lust, he sticks out a drooling tongue and tries to lap up the cum as it runs down his beloved's sweaty arm.
Scaramouche's grip on his arms trembles and he groans before sticking his fingers and the condom past his parted lips. Scaramouche frees his arms only to dig his nails into Kazuha's hip, while Kazuha's weak arms scramble to clutch the bed frame above him to support himself. Scaramouche toys the condom around his tongue with his two fingers, the rest of his hand gripping his jaw and pulling his head back until Scaramouche's pants sounded loud in his ear.
"G–good boy, such– such a good boy. Not letting it go– mng, to waste." Scaramouche mutters disjointed praise into his ear, all while he could taste the sinful mix of their spent as he tongued the rubber opening.
Kazuha whines and Scaramouche delivers a harsh thrust, grip on his waste enough to bruise, and Kazuha tenses, accidentally biting down onto Scaramouche's fingers hard enough to leave marks of his own and making Scaramouche curse. The press of his teeth on the condom leading to a good amount of thick white seed to squeeze out onto his tongue.
Scaramouche presses his thumb and his ring into his jaw, forcing his bite apart and letting both the condom and his hand drop free. Kazuha takes the opportunity to reach back, tangling his hand into Scaramouche's hair and pulling him into an awkward kiss over his shoulder. Scaramouche's arms wrap tight around his body to keep him steady, pressing up against his warm, sweat–slicked body. Scaramouche moans Kazuha's name into the kiss, tasting their cum on his tongue.
"Fuck– so perfect, so good for me," he hums, sending shivers down Kazuha's spine.
"My Kazuha…"
And Kazuha sobs.
He can feel the air between them shift into something addictingly softer once more, fonder, and it only worsens the returning cold, empty ache in his chest.
"Mine, all for me" Scaramouche mutters like a prayer, tilting his head to lick Kazuha's tears.
"Isn't that right?"
Kazuha nods, his eyes sting.
That's cruel, Scaramouche.
"Y– yours, all yours, ah– always yours."
I couldn't be anyone's but yours.
Scaramouche pounds into his prostate faster and faster as he chases his release. Kazuha whimpers, drooling as he feels Scaramouche's knot swell once more, catching just barely on his rim with each thrust.
He feels Scaramouche's cock twitch inside him as he came into the already plump condom, his skin burns cold as Scaramouche's arms tighten possesively around his chest, putting his hand over top of Kazuha's mating gland and biting down hard.
Like he always does.
And fuck, it hurt. It hurt so bad.
He wants to rip his hand away, for Scaramouche to dig those teeth into his own swollen skin, for him to bury his knot deep inside him. To claim him properly.
Tears run down his face as Scaramouche keeps thrusting into him, overtaken by pleasure and the sticky scent of Kazuha's heat.
Kazuha's head drops as Scaramouche pounded into him, biting onto the sex-wet jacket to stifle his pleasured, conflicted sobs. He can feel the swollen rubber fuck up against the opening of his cervix inside him, leaking out the edges and dripping down the underside of his cock. Just that thin, worn layer keeping him from what he needs.
"P–please..! Kuni… I need… please please…"
"What do you need?" Scaramouche kisses the back of Kazuha's neck as his grip tightens around his hip. Kazuha's chest aches badly at the brush of his lips on his skin.
So much, he needs so much.
He needs the condom to break, to feel his lover's cock and cum inside him.
He needs him to fill him with his pups, until Kazuha swells with his claim.
I need you to make me yours.
I can't take this anymore–
Scaramouche flips Kazuha onto his back, kissing away the tears welling at the corners of his eyes.
"Tell me, Kazuha." He says, skin flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead, "I'll give you anything you want."
Kazuha's trembling hands move to the back of Scaramouche's neck, pulling him closer into his neck, right above his scent gland. He can hear Scaramouche inhale sharply and Kazuha catches Scaramouche's wrist before it can cover the spot.
"K–Kazuh–"
Kazuha shakes his head, his grip tightening on Scaramouche. "Pl–please Kuni… "
"You– you're in heat, I– I can't–"
Kazuha whines.
It burns. The heat, the pleasure, the pain, it's all so overwhelming. His vision is useless, his voice flushed with desperation as he mindlessly begs.
"I need you– please kuni, I need you to claim me, knot me, breed me, make me yours–
"I'm yours Kuni, I've always been yours.
"Why… don't you want me? I can't– I just can't…"
"No!" Scaramouche stopped and shot back, cradling Kazuha's head in his hands, a clear distressed, panicked look in his eyes. "Don't think that… never think that– I…"
Scaramouche's eyes close shut tight, and he takes a deep breath, a stuttered nervous exhale. He opens them to look right into Kazuha's, swarmed with so many emotions Kazuha can't possibly pick any apart, even if he could see.
"I need you to promise me you really want this."
"I do… I've always wanted you."
"Promise me you won't regret this."
"Kuni please–" Kazuha whimpers, but Scaramouche cuts him off with an almost desperate urgency.
"Promise me, Kazuha. I need to hear it."
Kazuha looks up at him, eyes welling as he pulls him down close until their chests pressed together. He can feel how rapidly Scaramouche's heart is beating, and he hopes he can feel Kazuha's too.
"I want to be your mate, I want to spend the rest of my life by your side–" he spills, his tone needy and pleading, but as genuine as he's ever been. "I want you Kuni, I want you to love me too."
Scaramouche catches him in a kiss once more, one not as heated as the others, but warm enough to reassure Kazuha's heart, mixing deep with his heat. Kazuha's hips squirm in Scaramouche's hold, and thankfully Scaramouche resumed his friction in slow gentle thrusts.
Kazuha almost chases Scaramouche's lips as they part, but Scaramouche kisses him down his jaw, then his neck, before leaving a long, purposeful kiss right above his swollen, sensitive gland, and Kazuha trembles in anticipation.
"I love you too, Kazuha" he mutters, voice dripping in emotion.
His thrusts start to speed back up as he kisses and marking every inch of skin on and around his gland, spoiling it will well deserved, overdue attention until Kazuha's sure he'll be painted purple the next morning. Kazuha gasps every time Scaramouche lets his teeth graze and nip along the skin. Kazuha eagerly disregards the warnings, ignoring every chance Scaramouche gives him to back out, to change his mind. Like that was ever a possibility at this point. He pulls him closer as he presents his neck to him.
"I love you too." Scaramouche chokes.
Finally, finally, Scaramouche digs his teeth into Kazuha's neck, drops of blood licked away, and the relief and euphoria of finally being claimed by his lover was so overwhelming, burning heat spread through his veins and made him cry out in burning ecstasy. His back arched as he came, Scaramouche fucking into him harder and faster until something snaps inside him and a sudden thick warmth fills him.
The condom–
Scaramouche's thrusts falter, clearly having felt it too, but Kazuha isn't going to let him run anymore. He grabs his face and brings him down until he's pleading into his lips. "No– don't stop… I want to feel you inside– keep going, please, please I need you– Kuni… knot me… fill me up–"
Scaramouche curses under his breath as he kisses Kazuha, resuming his desperate thrusts as he held Kazuha tight. It all feels so much more sensitive, feeling the veins and heat of Scaramouche's bare cock fucking his cum deeper into him. They both moaned into the kiss the moment Scaramouche's swollen knot slipped past Kazuha's needy rim.
Kazuha comes once more as he feels Scaramouche spill inside him, cum filling his womb completely with no way to escape. Kazuha wraps his arms around Scaramouche's neck and legs around his waist, keeping him locked close as Scaramouche grinds his thick knot inside him. As if neither of them ever want to separate, as if they even could.
Scaramouche eventually pulls out of the kiss, both of them panting heavily as they locked eyes. Kazuha brushes his thumb across Scaramouche's cheek, wiping away the trails of tears rolling down his cheek. Not that he's faring any better, evidently. His eyes burn and his vision grows watery, he could just about see Scaramouche's brows furrow in worry as his tears roll down his cheeks freely, overwhelmed with sheer joy and love.
He just feels so… happy. Full, in so many ways. He can't help the choked laughs as he smiled wide enough to hurt his cheeks. Kazuha raises his head slightly, just enough to brush the tips of their noses together.
"Thank you, Kuni," he whispers, hoping those small words can convey everything he's feeling.
"Thank you,"
When Kazuha eventually comes to, it's with him laying on top of his lover's body like a blanket, the soft thumps of a heartbeat to his ear, and a warm touch drawing idle patterns in his bare back. Kazuha slowly opens his eyes to see his beloved's– his mate's face, his brows furrowed and lost in thought. Kazuha reaches up to brush a stray hair out from Scaramouche's eyes, the hesitant gaze in them vanishing with the movement as he notices Kazuha awake.
"Hey," Kazuha looks up at him, still somewhat drowsy, his cheek resting in his chest.
"…Hey."
"How are you feeling?" he asks, after a beat.
Kazuha hums, "Better. Though perhaps somewhat sore."
Scaramouche's lips quirk up. "That's good," he says, but its quiet, and almost forced out.
The conversation dies down, and that conflicted look shows itself in Scaramouche's eyes again. Kazuha puts a hand to Scaramouche's cheek and tilts his face to look back at him.
"Hey," he whispers
"Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm…" Scaramouche shakes his head, his cheeks tense with that nervous smile. "I'm okay."
And he says nothing else. Kazuha almost feels ready to press until–
"Was this all because I didn't mate you?"
Ah.
Kazuha pauses, sits up to straddle his hips to meet his gaze properly (and wincing at the feeling of Scaramouche's thick knot still plugging him up.)
He tries to swallow the anxiety brewing in his throat as he asks.
"Did you not want it?"
"That's… not it."
"I just..." Scaramouche looks off to the side, "I don't deserve it.
"There are so many people that could treat you better, that wouldn't accidentally ruin it.
"you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Kazuha. How– " Scaramouche's voice breaks slightly, "how could I ever be worthy of you?"
Kazuha blinks. He tilts his head and runs a finger along Scaramouche's chest, as if thinking. That's… sweet. He almost can't help but chuckle.
"That's not what I asked you though," Kazuha hums, "Do you want it?"
Their eyes meet again, and it's a couple beats before Scaramouche responds in a hushed voice.
"... I do. More than anything. So much so I was terrified I would get it."
And Kazuha smiles, kindly, at peace.
"Well, you have me now, don't you? Still scared?"
Tears start to well in Scaramouche's eyes, but he smiles regardless and a hand caresses Kazuha's thigh, as if just to feel him.
"Very.
"I don't deserve to be this selfish."
Kazuha lets out a soft laugh, and Scaramouche's expression lightens slightly watching him.
"That's okay." Kazuha cups his face in his hands and leans down to peck his lips.
"We can be a little selfish together."
They share a long soft kiss, Scaramouche's hands giving to hold his waist, and when they do slowly pull apart, Kazuha still sees the traces of self doubt ever present in his lover's eyes.
He leans back in to his lips, his hands falling down to hold his shoulders. He trails his kisses to the corner of his mouth, then along his jaw and down his neck to Scaramouche's own scent gland. His lips lingering there for a moment as he breathes in the warm scent, before carefully digging his teeth into the skin.
"What are you..?" Scaramouche flinches as Kazuha breaks skin. He licks the small traces of blood that pearl at the teeth marks, kissing the area once more as apology for the sting he must surely feel.
"My bite won't last like yours would, but..." he says, "if it helps you, I'll leave a new one every morning until it scars and any time you need a reminder."
Scaramouche pauses, before sighing, wrapping his arms around Kazuha completely and nuzzling his face into Kazuha's neck, right above his own bite.
"You really are too good for me…"
Kazuha presses his smiling lips onto the side of his head, letting himself purr against him.
He's all too content simply enjoying the warm embrace of his mate. It really has been too long since they've layed together like this. Kazuha's missed it dearly.
Just the two of them. Tangled in each other's limbs.
The knot's certainly a new addition too, and a welcome one at that.
"…I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" Scaramouche mutters.
Kazuha shrugs.
"A bit."
"I'm sorry, Kazuha."
"I forgive you," he replies, "I'm just happy to have you.
"And besides," Kazuha chuckles, "someone is going to have to take responsibility for my pups."
The reaction is instant, Scaramouche flushes a brilliant shade as he swallows, glancing down to where Kazuha's hand rests on his abdomen, and to where Scaramouche's knot was still buried in him.
"Do you really think you're..?" Scaramouche chokes.
Kazuha shakes his head and laughs, kissing the corner of Scaramouche's wide eyes.
"I doubt it. I'm not as fertile as a female omega would be. It would take a lot more than this to get me pregnant, I'm sure."
Scaramouche lets out a long drawn out sigh, biting Kazuha's nose. "Bastard."
"Although…" Kazuha lies his head back down on Scaramouche's chest, "I would be lying if I said I haven't… thought about it before."
"Of course, I don't want you to feel pressured. I can understand if that's not something you want, and even if you do, I'm willing to wait as long as it takes until you feel ready."
Kazuha eyes flutter closed as Scaramouche runs his hand through his hair.
"You're always so kind and sweet to children, and to have pups of our own running around the house? I just… you'd be such a wonderful mother to them, I'd be so happy to carry them for you."
Scaramouche puts his hand on Kazuha's cheek, and he finds himself leaning into his palm, looking up to meet Scaramouche's gaze.
It's quiet, almost unreadable, even for Kazuha. They stare into each others eyes, and Kazuha feels bare, in more ways than literal. Is he looking for an answer? Sincerity? Does he still doubt him so? Or does he doubt himself?
But then with a soft huff, something changes in his eyes.
And Scaramouche smiles, a fond little thing, if not a little exasperated.
Or… perhaps mischievous?
"In that case…"
Scaramouche slips his cock out and Kazuha whines at the suddenness of the feeling, of the cum flowing out his sore hole. He flips them over, leaving Kazuha pinned underneath him. Scaramouche rolled the torn rubber off his dick, tossing it where ever onto the floor.
And Kazuha doesn't even get a chance to mourn the loss of Scaramouche inside him when he brings a thumb to his rim, pushing back in the warm seed leaking out of him. A shiver ran through Kazuha's spine, and the heat in his body only worsened as he saw Scaramouche look at him with so much… need.
"We have a lot to make up for. I've made you wait long enough, don't you think?"
Scaramouche licked the bite marks on his neck, before biting once again. Kazuha moans as arousal spreads through his skin once more, his dick twitching in need.
Scaramouche kisses Kazuha as he pushes back in, swallowing all of Kazuha's moans. And Kazuha tries to pull him in closer, closer still.
Pleasure shocks through him as he feels his lover's cock twitch inside him. He spreads Kazuha's legs further as he gives a rough thrust deep inside him.
"We still have plenty of time before your heat ends.
"If it doesn't take the first time, we'll just have to keep going until it does, won't we, Kazuha?" Scaramouche teases, voice low and hungry.
And oh,
Kazuha's never felt so full.