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Ever since Toji was a child, he had to understand and live the reality of his existence: that omegas were meant to be used and discarded once they passed their prime. It was a lesson taught by the clan grown-ups and the way they would play with him – pulling, bruising, most times long past the point of it hurting.
The first time, he remembered being scared. He’d be lying if he ever claimed otherwise. He was young and loud, scolded and slapped for making such a fuss, being told this was what omegas were meant for. His only clear memory of it was the pain, the piss, the slow trail of blood dripping down his thigh, how he stood there trembling, because he wasn’t allowed to lie down yet, watching the liquid creeping closer and closer to his foot.
And when it was about to, he was told to dress up again.
It got easier after that. He learned to take it no matter how much it hurt. As a teenager, it was nothing short of a sick routine.
It only lessened as he was approaching adulthood. It was as though whatever appeal he had just years ago had worn off. He never quite figured out whether it had to do with his age or the fact that he was already thoroughly used up – or a mix of both. Because whenever he looked into a mirror, he never considered that a face as constantly messed up as his resembled anything childlike.
“Megumi, baby, you don’t have to –” Toji managed to say as the boy moved his face down towards his cunt.
Megumi finished minutes ago, filled him up, and knotted deep inside. They had stayed there, Megumi’s arms around him, holding his body as if nothing could tear him away. He pressed his mouth to his tits, groped them as the knot slowly began to soften.
It wasn’t like Toji to not finish first. His baby was too attentive and good to him to let that happen. If he hadn’t registered that the omega below him hadn’t come, that was Toji’s own doing.
“No,” Megumi growled as he settled between his thighs, stubborn and so eager to please, then dragged his tongue flat over Toji’s pussy, swollen and drenched in his own slick and his son’s cum. “Let me.”
His nose brushed against the soft, wet curls at Toji’s crotch. Lifted his heavy thighs and draped them over his shoulders, then continued licking at the cum dripping out. Toji let out a groan and tossed his head back against the pillows.
“Let me help you, mommy,” Megumi hummed against his skin. He pushed two fingers inside, testing the way his walls gripped him. He began curling them while his mouth settled over his clit, and the older man could only look down in adoration, watching his boy swirling his tongue around the nub like he did even when he was a little pup, though now he was more experienced, sucking until Toji’s hips jerked involuntarily. He teased the underside, then switched to soft teasing nibbles, lapping at his cunt relentlessly.
It was never his baby’s fault. The friction was perfect, his wish to please obvious. Toji's body simply felt sluggish that night. It made him think back to his younger self, despite not meaning to, to how he would snap into an unwanted orgasm after a few minutes of attention from the elders. A version of him that was perhaps fragile to an outsider's eye. Yet, even though he never wanted to be that, he now felt heavy. He felt old.
“Baby,” his voice became uncharacteristically strained, and he was aware of it. He reached down and tangled his hand in Megumi’s dark hair to gently pull him back. “That’s enough. You’ve done plenty.”
“Why?” The young alpha looked up, chin wet with his mommy’s slick, eyes wide, searching for any sign of an answer on his face. “You’re close.”
His sweet boy.
“It’s taking too long,” he said. “Leave it. Come lie with me.”
Megumi’s confusion was replaced with an obvious look of stubbornness. “You taught me this… taught me how to please you,” his fingers moved at a faster pace. “You showed me how an Alpha should treat his omega.”
The reminder shattered Toji’s defenses. It drowned his thoughts, overwhelmed him, knowing how much his baby wanted to feel him come for him. The grip on his thighs tightened too, and then he felt like he was held in place, cunt even closer to his son’s face.
“Mommy,” he circled his tongue around his clit, looked up at him through hooded eyelids. “Please come for me. Want to make you feel good.”
The fingers inside his hole forced a wave of slick out, and Toji began moving his pussy against his boy’s face, feeling the fingers scraping against his sweet spot with the right pressure until his walls clamped down on them in waves.
“Fuck – Megumi –” he moaned loudly, back arching off the bed, surrendering to the pleasure. His pussy spilled all over Megumi’s face, leaving his chin drenched as he was panting into the sheets, even as his baby’s tongue stayed through the aftershocks, lapping at every last drop coming out.
Toji’s chest rose and fell as he watched Megumi lift his head from between his thighs and lick his mommy’s slick off his lips. The boy crawled up Toji’s body until he could bury his face against his neck. He was too young to let him bite it, but the fact that his pup gravitated toward his scent gland brought a faint smile to Toji’s face.
It was easier to portray their life as less fucked up than it actually was when it came to moments like that, when they were pressed against each other, his body forced him to forget. He loved his baby, but he couldn’t quite put the way he’s been feeling into words as he should. It was not a matter of his boy not doing enough, though. Never that.
They were in the kitchen. Toji’s unlit cigarette was dangling between his lips as he watched him move the plates. He watched the way the sunlight crawling in through the window caught the Alpha's strong shoulders, the youthful line of his jaw. Megumi did everything so perfectly, with such terrifying devotion, that it made Toji feel like a thief.
"You know," Toji started, breaking the silence. "I saw that kid from two doors down yesterday. The Omega one. He’s... what? Fifteen? Right about your age."
Megumi paused, his hand still on the cupboard door. He didn’t even turn around. "I guess. Why?"
Toji shrugged, a small smile on his face, but it failed to reach his eyes.
“I was just thinking. He’s got that energy to him,” he tried to explain, “and an Alpha like you… You’re starting to come into your own.”
Megumi turned slowly, seeming as if he was starting to understand, yet still searching for a hint that it was a joke. "What are you talking about?"
“I’m being realistic, kid,” Toji said, avoiding his eyes, clicking his lighter but not striking it. There was cold logic in his words – that’s what he thought, but he also thought he was being kind, being the father Megumi needed. “You need a nice, young omega. You’ll realize that eventually. It’s only natural.” He expected Megumi to understand – to see what he was really trying to put into words. Instead, he saw Megumi’s world starting to collapse.
"I have an Omega. I have you. Why are you bringing up someone else?" Megumi’s voice lost its sharpness.
He met his eyes again. The words made him feel a way he didn’t want to think of too much.
Megumi stepped closer into Toji’s space, his hands visibly trembling as they gripped the edge of the counter. The more Toji looked at him, the more he noticed him starting to look like a little pup again, the usually reserved image crumbling, replaced by a boy who was terrified that he had just been weighed and found wanting. He still was a little pup, and Toji felt as though he should have known that the boy's mind would have jumped to the worse conclusion out of the other possibilities.
"Is this because of last night?" his voice cracked. "Because I took too long?”
Toji was taken aback by the look in his eyes. “Megumi, no – “
"Am I not doing well anymore?" his eyes were glassy as he stared up at Toji, pleading for a different answer. He looked so small in that moment. "Is that why you want me to find someone else?”
The omega's throat suddenly felt tight, and he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to explain. Maybe it was cruel of him to even bring it up without the strength to give his reasoning. He couldn’t stop thinking of that as he looked at his baby’s eyes, the way tears were slowly forming, knowing that Megumi was trying not to let them spill.
"What did I do wrong?" Megumi whispered, his forehead dropped gently against Toji’s shoulder, hand fisted into his shirt, crumpling the fabric. "Tell me how to do better. I’ll do anything. Don’t tell me to find someone else. I only want you."
– And maybe he didn’t need to speak – to explain. He’d tried to be the confident man who knew when to bow out, but it seemed like to Megumi, there was no "out."
He cupped the back of Megumi's head and pulled the boy into the crook of his neck. Warmth slowly crept into his body, and Megumi let out a shaky breath, leaning against Toji’s chest. He then buried his face in the omega’s neck further, visibly relaxing as he took the scent in.
“I’d marry you if I could,” Megumi pulled away after a while to look him in the eyes.
He wanted to let a laugh out at how determined he looked, but he couldn’t bring himself to when he had Megumi staring at him with such soul-baring honesty.
Toji felt his heart doing a slow, painful stutter against his ribs.
"You're a damn fool.”