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Satomi arched his neck. His fingers clamped onto Kyouji's scent gland—right over the imprint of his teeth—milking out bursts of scent. His head flopped onto the pillow, eyes half-lidded.
Kyouji hunched over with a groan. His hips bucked as he pumped out the last of his release.
He shuddered and slowed; Satomi's nails dug into his ass. Kyouji laughed.
Fragrant sandalwood and violets layered onto his tongue as he nuzzled Satomi's ear. Satomi's pussy spasmed hard around his knot. Kyouji sank his fingers into the flesh behind Satomi's thighs; he pressed Satomi's legs up and rocked in, watching his face contort along with his insides.
"Looks like it feels good."
"It's good." Wet earth and rain-soaked violets wafted into the air with each puff of Satomi's breath against his lips. Kyouji shivered, pushed deeper. "It's so, so good."
He kept grinding his knot into the hot grip of Satomi's cunt. Slow and steady.
"Damn, now you're making me envious. I wanna try it."
It was meant to be a throwaway tease, something to keep him grounded at the sight—at the scent—of Satomi so pleased and blissful.
He should have accounted for Satomi's steel trap mind. How he filed away everything Kyouji said or did—especially if it suited him.
"Open your legs."
Kyouji spread them. He craned his head up to look, but all he could see was his own belly. The smattering of dark hair flecked with gray that grew dense as it trailed down to his dick, lying soft to one side. Satomi sat on his heels and scooted forward, serious and focused between Kyouji's thighs.
The first finger wriggled in, a little uncomfortable but not too bad. The soapland omegas in Kamata did this—though that place turned over staff so often it was rare to find anyone who knew what they were doing.
He relaxed back onto the pillow as Satomi poked around his insides, testing the give. The second finger squeezed in soon after. It stung a little going in, but settled into discomfort—a persistent awareness of fullness.
The fingers shifted: rubbing together, then splaying apart. As he catalogued their movement inside him, Kyouji realized he should probably do something. Moan, or squirm against the sheets. Arch his back like it was too much for him, but he needed more at the same time.
He lifted his neck to check on Satomi. "This doing anything for you?"
Satomi's gaze was locked onto Kyouji's ass. His brows pulled tight, eyes squinting through the glasses.
Violets bloomed in the air—intense and heady. A pink flush dusted Satomi's cheeks.
Oh. "Breathe, Satomi."
Satomi exhaled with a huff.
Squelch, squelch. His hand moved faster.
A third finger burrowed in. Fuck, it burned. Kyouji breathed and tried to relax his rim around the intrusion.
Satomi flattened his face against the crease of Kyouji's thigh, his glasses digging into the leg. He panted against Kyouji's skin—hot, unsteady breaths like he was the one being stretched full.
"You're so beautiful."
Kyouji barked a laugh, ignoring his warm cheeks. "This hairy, middle-aged alpha? Why don't you pull the other one?"
The layer of fat over his belly jiggled as he shifted and tensed his abs. Well, that was age for you. Not a cute twenty-year-old anymore.
His body was good for taking a beating—and giving back better than he got. Creeping out high school girls, until he or they crossed to the other side of the street.
And lately, looming behind his fiance, his bearing making it clear what his body had done before—and would do again without a second thought.
Satomi's fingers pushed deeper, taking advantage of his distraction. Kyouji tightened, then slowly unclenched.
"So damn gorgeous." Satomi's voice took on a stubborn edge: the tone that told Kyouji to step back, but keep his stance ready.
The cute twenty-year-old between his legs peppered kisses onto the inside of his thigh and nuzzled his balls. "Can't stop staring—Kyouji—you're so fucking—"
Kyouji chuckled through a grimace. "Satomi, you don't have to—" The fingers thrust inside him. "'m not exactly a—blushing—omega maiden—"
Satomi sat back. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
The burn had dulled into pressure and an itching heat. Kyouji rocked into it, chasing friction.
"Satomi—"
"Kyouji, this is your first time doing this, right?"
"Ye—"
Satomi's free hand wrapped around Kyouji's cock, stroking up and down. Kyouji groaned, arched. The fingers twisted deeper, carving their space inside him.
"So you are a maiden."
Hah. Kyouji closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.
The hand on his cock pulled away, then returned seconds later, slippery. Musk thickened in the air, layered over fertile earth.
"And you're blushing."
Kyouji opened his eyes. Satomi watched his face. He reached down, swiping fingers across his own pussy. His palm spread the slick over Kyouji's cock, thumb smearing it across the head with Kyouji's precum.
The fingers in his ass slid out. Satomi wiped his hands on the sheets and crawled up Kyouji's body.
"Kyouji." Warmth puffed against his mouth. The hard point of Satomi's glasses frame pressed against his face before Satomi took them off with a click of his tongue.
"Kyouji."
"Yep, right here, buddy." He winced at the waver in his voice.
Silence. Kyouji kissed the downturned edge of Satomi's mouth; his pout tasted fresh and sweet—dewy flowers and wild grass.
"Fine." Satomi kissed him hard, square on the mouth. "You only get it if I show you anyway."
Satomi shuffled back. He hitched Kyouji's legs onto his shoulders, then—
"Ah! Hey you don't gotta—"
Satomi grunted and kept lapping over Kyouji's hole. Hands grabbed Kyouji's ass and parted the cheeks.
"Always looks like fun—I wanted to try it." Satomi nuzzled his face deeper in.
Kyouji laughed. "If you'd told me ahead of time, I'd have shaved at least."
Satomi hooked his thumbs around Kyouji's rim and shoved his tongue past the ring of muscle.
And, well. Kyouji did love doing this to Satomi, every way he could. Satomi's pussy was delectably sweet—like sucking honey off the comb. But his asshole was its own delight—earth and musk, salty on Kyouji's tongue. Soft and achingly inviting.
Satomi licked in and around like he was trying to strip paint with his tongue. Every flick sent shivers of sensation along Kyouji's rim and toward his balls. Satomi's tongue pushed in again, hot and urgent. He sucked. Then nipped, pulling with his teeth. Kyouji felt his scent release: woody cypress, fertile clay.
Warm, wet press of tongue: lap, lap. Coaxing pull of teeth: tug, tug. Seconds blurred together. Pheromones pulsed out of him until they saturated the air.
Kyouji shuddered and sank into the sheets. Heat prickled down his neck.
Eventually, Satomi pulled away, rubbing his mouth across the back of one hand. He adjusted Kyouji's legs, leaning his weight onto the backs of Kyouji's thighs.
"Can I?"
"Yeah." Kyouji grabbed his ass and tugged forward. "Come on."
Pressure against his hole—a sting as Satomi pushed in. Satomi paused, gaze intent on Kyouji's face. His face was flushed, lips a little swollen. Just out of Kyouji's reach.
"Come on." Kyouji squeezed Satomi's hips, urging him deeper. Satomi pressed forward, until he fit his dick all the way in.
Fingers dug into Kyouji's thighs. Satomi grimaced as he drove in, teeth clamped together.
Kyouji moaned. The sheets rustled under him as his body arched into the pounding heat. His breath punched out with each thrust; he pulled in the scent of their arousal with each inhale.
The pace grew harder. Kyouji squeezed down on the feel of Satomi's dick molding its shape into his insides. Beads of sweat trickled down Satomi's neck and dripped onto Kyouji's stomach when Satomi planted his hands on either side of him.
He reached up. Satomi's hair was damp under his fingers; sweat pooled in the notch between his clavicles.
"I'm working you hard."
Satomi panted, mouth open, eyes focused on Kyouji's face. The bones of his hips thumped against Kyouji's ass every time Satomi jerked forward. After a while, his cock slid out, leaving Kyouji strangely hollow.
"Kyouji—get on top."
They rearranged so Satomi lay flat on his back with Kyouji straddling his hips.
Satomi grazed his fingertips over the tops of Kyouji's quads from knee to groin. He dragged his nails down along the sides.
"Good?"
"Yeah, real good. You must have had a good teacher, huh?"
Satomi snorted.
Kyouji shifted his weight on Satomi's hips. Satomi's erection grazed the cleft of his ass.
Their bodies brushed when he bent down to taste Satomi's lips, chests pressing together with each inhale, sweat clinging between them.
"Hey, Satomi. You always ask me to finish inside you. Isn't it my turn?"
Satomi pushed Kyouji back up as he half-turned his torso, patting across the rumpled sheets for lube.
The bottle clicked open. Liquid squirted, slick and glistening over Satomi's fingers. His dry hand cupped the back of Kyouji's neck, drawing his face into the pillow.
"Touch yourself."
Kyouji pumped his painfully hard dick. Satomi ran his hand over Kyouji's fingers, spreading lube. Then his fingers circled Kyouji's asshole and pushed back in.
The hand on his nape clamped down. Teeth pressed into his scent gland. A soft tongue soothed over the bite—before scraping across, hard and demanding as Satomi sucked out his scent.
Kyouji grinned and tilted to bare his neck. The base of his cock swelled under his grip.
"So that's why this position, huh!"
"Shhhh—shut up."
"Mmm, 'kay—soon as my husband fucks me."
The fingers in his ass moved away. Satomi guided his dick in, then sank his teeth back. Kyouji did his best to grind down with his neck trapped in Satomi's bite.
His knot had popped full, a thick bulge at the base of his cock. Sharp shudders pulsed from the root of Kyouji's spine out to his dick. Heat built with each plunge of Satomi's cock.
"Ngh—S'tomi—"
The teeth released his skin; Satomi mouthed wetly along Kyouji's throat.
"Yeah—me, too—"
Satomi massaged Kyouji's knot. His hips pumped up erratically. Pressure built in Kyouji's low belly, painfully tight behind his balls. He gripped tighter and worked his fist over his dick.
The release was a relief. He collapsed onto Satomi and came in heavy spurts, soaking their bellies.
Satomi pounded into him a few more times, then came with a quiet groan. They lay together—sweaty, sticky with cum, drenched in pheromones.
Eventually, Kyouji rolled onto his back, and Satomi rolled with him. A hand stroked down his belly, collecting cum. Satomi cupped it in his palm and fed it into Kyouji's asshole with quick fingers.
"Hah! Someone really did pay attention in class."
Satomi kissed his softening cock over the knot. "Guess I understand the appeal now."
Kyouji pulled Satomi up. They grinned at each other.
"Kyouji."
"Mmm?"
"Feels good, right?"
Kyouji tilted up to lick his scent out of Satomi's mouth. They kissed, wet and lazy.
"Yeah. Real good."