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"It doesn't look like the storm's going to let up anytime soon," Riku says apologetically from the window, his face pressed up against it so he can see past the reflection of his desk lamp. The glass is cold on his nose and forehead, and he pouts at what he sees, the storm wreaking havoc on the street outside his dorm room. A draught slips in through the gaps between the window and the wall, the old building not built to withstand such stormy weather.
Despite that, the room is as cosy as Riku can make it - his lamp has a copper-coloured lampshade which casts warm light across the room, plus fairy lights strung up around the door and his wardrobe. His bed is covered in blankets and cushions, most of them decorative but all of them soft. He is an omega, after all - even if nobody knows that. His instinct is to nest. The coziness of the room is also helped by the way his own scent permeates every inch of it, sweet cherries making the place feel like home. He wonders if betas can smell it, even a little.
Riku turns away from the window, sighing. He feels bad. It was at his insistence that Yushi came over in the first place to work on their group project, even though it isn't due for a few weeks - though really, Riku does blame Ryo, since he'd been the one who'd assured Riku the storm wasn't meant to hit until later. ("Ask Yushi to come over, the rain will set the mood whilst you study," he'd plotted. Riku just hung up on him.)
Yushi had agreed easily, but they'd got a bit carried away whilst they were in the flow of things and now it's dark out and there's no way Yushi can leave with the amount of rain hammering against the building.
What makes him feel even more guilty is the flash of excitement that had jolted through his chest when he realised Yushi was going to have to stay the night. It was the same one he'd felt when they'd been put together for this project, his heart racing and breaths escaping him at the prospect of being in such close proximity to his months-long secret crush.
"That's okay," Yushi says, even though it isn't. "As long as you don't mind me crashing on your floor."
"Don't be ridiculous," Riku argues, turning back towards where Yushi is perched awkwardly on his bed, his laptop on his knees. "It's my fault you're stuck here, you can take my bed."
Yushi looks mortified, waving his hands in front of him as he shakes his head. "No, no, that's really okay," he insists, "as long as I have a pillow and a blanket, I'll be fine on the floor."
Riku sighs again, twisting his mouth unhappily, though his inner omega preens at the way Yushi insists he takes the bed. He hasn't known Yushi very long - not properly, anyway, not past a few stolen glances with flushed cheeks and a bitten lower lip - and this project is the first time they've really spent any extended amount of time with one another. If there's one thing Riku has learned about Tokuno Yushi, it's that he's incredibly selfless and caring with his friends. He wonders if he might one day fall into that category.
"We might as well get a little more work done," Yushi suggests. "We've almost finished the slides."
He places the laptop on the bed, turning it so Riku can see their progress. Riku moves towards him, sinking down to sit cross-legged on the floor so he can take a closer look. He hums, reaching up to click through their presentation.
"Wait, is this right?" he asks, pointing to a statistic, "I thought the percentage was a little lower."
Yushi hums, reading over it. "Oh, yeah," he says. "My bad, I didn't update it for the latest census."
He pulls the laptop back onto his lap, and Riku climbs onto the bed, sitting next to him to watch him type over his shoulder. Yushi falters for a moment before appearing to refocus, reading out the words as he pulls the census report back up to find the correct stat. "The 2026 census… um… 91.6… yeah, here it is. 8.4% of the population have a non-beta subgender designation, and this is split almost equally into alphas and omegas."
"Okay, add that in," Riku says, watching Yushi update the figures on their slides. "What does it say about, uh, male omegas?" He pauses, thinking. "And female alphas?" he tacks on.
"Umm," Yushi clicks back to the report. "I mean," he chuckles, "it's gotta be like, 0.1%. I've never met a male omega, have you?"
Riku bites back a smile. It's not that he hides his subgender, it's just there's really no need for anyone to know unless they're, well, about to have sex. And Riku's only ever had a handful of hookups he hasn't stayed in touch with, so… no one really knows other than a few of his closest friends. Betas - or as he's just learned, 91.6% of people in the entire world - can't really smell scents. At the most, they'll think he's recently eaten some cherries, or mistake his scent for some perfume. They certainly can't smell changes in his emotions like he can, even when he's in heat, his scent expanding to something heady and hot and overpowering.
He knows there's a handful of other omegas and even a few alphas living in the building - he's smelled them, and he knows they can smell him too. They keep it quiet, silently agreeing not to discuss the designation of others. There are no other male omegas though, to his knowledge, so he shakes his head in response to Yushi's innocent question.
"It says 10.9% of omegas are male," Yushi says. "How many people is that in the world? That still seems pretty high."
Riku shrugs. "How would you know if you'd met one?" he points out. "It's not like you can smell them." He thinks of his own cherry scent permeating every inch of his room, and Yushi's utter obliviousness to it.
"I bet I could tell," Yushi muses, as if he possesses some sort of genius the rest of the world doesn't. "If I met one, I bet I'd know."
"You think so?" Riku grins. It takes everything within him not to laugh, or spill the beans. It would open him up to a lot of attention, though, if Yushi decided he didn't want to keep it a secret. He doesn't seem like the type who would spread such a thing if Riku told him in confidence, but you never know.
He stands up, turning his back to Yushi when he's unable to hide his smile any longer. He busies himself with finding some spare pyjamas for Yushi to borrow, passing them to him on the bed. Yushi takes them with a thank you, setting aside his laptop and heading to Riku's small en-suite bathroom to get changed.
"There's mouthwash in the cupboard," Riku calls through the door, "and you can use my skincare stuff!"
Yushi emerges a few minutes later, looking - well, Riku could only describe him as 'cute' in his clothes, the t-shirt stretched taut over Yushi's slightly broader chest and shoulders and Riku's joggers sitting low on his hips. His hair's all fluffy from where he brushed it back to wash his face, and his skin is soft from Riku's moisturiser. Riku suppresses the urge to preen at the younger man being doused in his scent. It's not often that his friends borrow his clothes, and Ryo claims it's because he doesn't want to smell like cherries. ("You can't even smell it," Riku always says, pouting, but Ryo insists that's not the point.)
He enters the bathroom himself a moment later, getting changed into his own t-shirt and shorts, brushing his teeth and washing his face. Yushi is sitting on Riku's desk chair when he leaves the bathroom, looking mildly uncomfortable. He relaxes when he sees Riku, rejoining him on the bed so they can make a few last adjustments to the slides before calling it a night.
The wind is howling against the window when Yushi's laptop runs out of charge, low rumbles of thunder sounding in the distance. Riku digs around his wardrobe for a couple of blankets, laying them out on the floor before grabbing a few cushions from his bed to try and make it a little more comfortable - plus a spare pillow. He lets Yushi settle into the makeshift bed as he climbs into his own, turning off the light when Yushi lays down.
"I'm really sorry again," Riku says quietly into the dark.
"It's really okay," Yushi assures him softly. "It's not your fault."
They fall into silence, until a few minutes later, Yushi starts to shift. He turns from side to side, the blankets rustling, quiet breaths leaving his lungs as if he's trying not to sigh.
"Yushi," Riku says tiredly. He swears to himself that he has no ulterior motive when he offers for Yushi to share with him. "The bed's big enough. Just come up here."
"It's okay," Yushi says, but the movement doesn't stop.
"Neither of us are going to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that," Riku says, "come here."
Yushi does sigh, then, but he doesn't argue any more. Riku scoots over to let him place his pillow beside his, watching what he can make out of his dark figure as he pulls his blanket up with him. The mattress sinks as he climbs onto it, and he feels Yushi lay down carefully. He must be hanging off the edge, Riku thinks, scooting back towards the wall to give Yushi a little more room.
Riku dozes off after that, and he isn't sure how long has passed when he wakes up to the bed… shaking? He blinks, furrowing his brow for a moment until he realises the shaking is coming from Yushi, who is curled up on his side with the blanket covering half of his face.
"Are you cold?" Riku whispers.
"Y-Yeah," Yushi replies, teeth chattering.
Riku lifts his duvet to cover Yushi with it. It's a lot thicker than the thin blanket he's currently cuddled up with, plus Riku always runs hot, so he knows the heat radiating from his body will warm Yushi up in no time. Yushi mumbles out a thank you, pulling the duvet up to his chin. Riku shifts a little closer to him, reaching over to tuck the duvet around his back. When he pulls back, Yushi's looking at him, eyes wide and bright in the moonlight.
"You're so warm," he marvels, voice muffled by the duvet. "How are you so warm?"
"I always run hot," Riku says simply. "Give me your hands."
He doesn't wait for Yushi to pull his hands from the duvet, instead snaking his own under the covers and Yushi's blanket, covering Yushi's fists with his palms. Yushi's hands feel like ice packs, and a flash of guilt runs through him for making him lay here without a proper duvet, freezing his ass off all this time.
He runs his thumbs over Yushi's knuckles, warming them as he shifts his legs over to Yushi's. Just as he suspected, his feet are freezing too, and he feels even more bad for not giving him some spare socks. He tangles their legs together without a second thought, warming Yushi's feet between his calves.
"Better?" Riku asks.
Yushi nods, the movement of his head loud against the cotton of the pillow. "Thank you, Riku-chan," he says, voice thick with sleep. The poor thing must not have managed to get any sleep at all yet, and Riku presses his lips together in sympathy, heart skipping a beat at the nickname despite his own exhaustion.
"Sleep well," he whispers, squeezing Yushi's hands.
Riku wakes up so hot that for one, terrifying moment, he thinks he's in heat.
He soon realises that can't be the case, mainly through the absence of any slick pooling between his thighs like it usually would be. He sniffs the air to find his scent as level as he would usually expect it, and as the sleep clears from his mind, he comes to be sure he's not in heat.
He also realises that the reason he's so hot is because he's wrapped around another body like a koala, and with a renewed sense of panic, he realises it's Yushi.
He's slipped down the bed slightly, his head no longer resting on the pillow but on the soft skin of Yushi's bicep instead. His face is pressed against Yushi's chest, his arm slung over his waist, and he can feel that his shorts have ridden up around his thighs where his legs are tangled with Yushi's. He's far too comfortable, wonderfully warm and cosy, and though Yushi doesn't have a proper scent as a beta Riku can smell the remnants of his aftershave if he buries his face into his chest enough. Which he doesn't, because this is totally inappropriate given that prior to this project they'd barely spoken three words to each other and Riku's been crushing on him for months but… Yushi's own arms are wrapped around Riku's back, holding him close. He might be asleep, but he doesn't seem to mind having Riku cuddling into him.
Riku relaxes in his hold, slipping his eyes shut again, and wiggles his hips, curling in closer to Yushi who hums lowly in his sleep. Riku furrows his brow, his eyes still closed. He feels Yushi shift against him, his leg rising up to completely trap Riku's thigh between his own. Yushi lets out a soft, breathy sigh, his fingers flexing against Riku's back. He shifts again, just his hips this time, pressing them forward against Riku's, and that's when he feels it.
He isn't sure, at first. Not entirely, anyway, even though heat pools in his gut with absolute certainty. He brings his knee up, pressing his thigh between Yushi's legs, and that's when he's certain. Yushi moans, properly this time, though still through the shroud of sleep - and Riku gasps silently, suddenly desperately dizzy as he takes in the feeling of Yushi's hard cock against his thigh.
"Oh fuck," he whispers, teeth catching his lower lip. He leans his forehead against Yushi's chest, looking down, though his attempt to see the way Yushi's erection tents his pyjamas is in vain given the utter darkness he finds himself in. "Fuck, fuck, that's so…" he hisses, breathless.
He runs through it in his head, trying to cling to some semblance of sanity. He has three options. Option one, screw his eyes tight shut and attempt to go back to sleep. Option two, gently disentangle himself, sprint to the bathroom, and rub himself through his boxers until he comes as silently as is humanly possible. Option three, shake Yushi awake and - and fuck, see what happens.
Option one is impossible. Two is depressing. Three makes Riku's head spin.
He takes a deep breath, bringing his hand to Yushi's waist to squeeze it slightly. "Yushi," he says softly, and then, when Yushi doesn't stir, he repeats it a little louder. "Hey, wake up."
"Hmm?" Yushi hums, groggy. "Wha- Riku-?"
"Yeah, it's me," Riku whispers. "You were groaning a lot in your sleep, I think you were having a nightmare."
"I- I was?" Yushi asks, voice tired and confused. He sounds so cute that Riku almost feels bad for lying to him.
"Yeah," Riku says, lifting his head from Yushi's arm and propping himself up on his elbow so he can run his fingers through Yushi's hair under the guise of comfort. The movement has his thigh pressing harder against Yushi's problem, and Yushi chokes on a gasp, barely managing to conceal it with a small cough. If Riku wasn't tuned into every little sound he's making right now, he might have gotten away with it. "What was it about? Was it really bad?"
"Uh," Yushi stammers. "Um, it- it's okay. I've forgotten it already, I think."
"Hmm, okay," Riku pouts, tucking Yushi's hair behind his ear. He runs his fingers down behind it to his neck, thumb automatically rubbing over his scent gland, despite its dormancy. "If you're sure."
He sits up further, removing his fingers from Yushi's neck to lean over him, his chest over his face. He taps on his bedside lamp, setting it to the dimmest setting. He can just about make out Yushi's face when he leans back down, and he relishes in the deep pink of his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Riku says, "am I making you too warm? You look a little flushed."
He starts to pull away, but Yushi's arms around his back keep him pressed against him. "I'm not too warm," he says, simply.
Riku hums, trying to hide his elation at the way Yushi so clearly wants to keep him close. He relaxes in his hold to assume his previous position propped up on his elbow. He twists his fingers in Yushi's t-shirt with his free hand, fiddling with it nonchalantly - it looks like he's just doing it absentmindedly, but in reality, he's brushing Yushi's nipple with every motion of his fingers. Yushi's breaths deepen and stutter, and Riku bites back a smile.
"What's wrong, then?" he asks, voice laced with faux concern. "Something's the matter, I can tell."
"I'm okay, really," Yushi insists. "I'm just sleepy."
Riku nods, letting go of Yushi's t-shirt to run his fingers over his waist. They wander up under the hem of his shirt, a ghost of a touch. Yushi shudders beneath him, and Riku feels drunk. His mouth moves before he can think, eyes lidded as he holds Yushi's nervous gaze with his own. "Are you sure?" he asks. "You're sure you're not hard against me right now?"
Yushi gasps, tensing against him, wordlessly shrinking in on himself as if it'll hide what Riku already knows.
"I know how hard you're trying," Riku continues, driven solely by the promise of Yushi's soft moans and the greed of the cherry-flavoured slick now pooling in his boxers. His voice is soft, gentle so as not to scare the quiet boy off. But there's a flirtatious edge to it, something sickly sweet Riku can't help but allow to slip through. He trails his hand down Yushi's back to rest on his hip. "Yushi," he whispers, leaning in close. "I know how hard you're trying not to rock down against my thigh."
Yushi whimpers, words escaping him. He screws his eyes tight shut, shaking his head rapidly. His hands twitch against Riku like he can't decide if he wants to run away or pull him closer, so Riku takes mercy on him and decides for him.
"You can," he says. "You should."
"N-No, I-" Yushi mumbles, cutting himself off. He buries his face in the crook of Riku's neck, clutching at his arms as his hips twitch with the burning desire to hump against the warm, soft muscle of Riku's thigh between them. "R-Riku-chan, I-"
"Shh," Riku says comfortingly, rubbing his hand up and down Yushi's side. "Are you a virgin, baby?"
Yushi nods wordlessly, panting against Riku's neck.
"That's okay," Riku whispers. "Why- why don't we just kiss for a little bit?"
"…You wanna kiss me?" Yushi asks, sounding bewildered. He lets Riku pull his head back gently with a hand in his hair, his gaze landing on Riku's plush lips as soon as they're in his eyeline. Riku nods, smiling slightly, suddenly a little bashful.
"Yushi, I've liked you for ages," he admits. "Please, please kiss me-"
His words are cut off by Yushi's lips clumsily pressing to his own, and he instantly moans, a quiet, breathy thing in the back of his throat. Yushi's aim is a little off, his eyes still adjusting to the dim light, so Riku uses the hand still tangled in his hair to angle their lips together properly. He tries to keep it innocent and chaste to begin with - it's far from his first kiss but it may very well be Yushi's - but Yushi shivers against him, fingers clutching at Riku's shirt, and lets his jaw go lax.
It shouldn't be so hot, the way Yushi lets Riku lick into his mouth without hesitation. Riku sucks in a breath as he slides his tongue over Yushi's, their noses bumping together as he presses closer. Riku can hear soft little whines as they catch in Yushi's throat, and he wants more, wants to swallow them down and see if they taste as sweet as they sound.
He lifts his thigh, gently, tentatively pressing it against Yushi's bulge. The effect is immediate and exactly what he intended: Yushi stiffens, fingers clutching impossibly tighter in Riku's shirt, a small, tense whimper escaping between their lips. Riku burns. He pulls back from the kiss to look at him, his hand warm on Yushi's waist.
"Is this okay?" he asks softly. Yushi nods, the movement juddery with nerves, and Riku realises that simply letting Yushi get off against his thigh isn't going to be enough. He can feel every inch of his hard cock against him, and he's so desperately wet it's a wonder his slick hasn't seeped out onto Yushi's pyjama bottoms.
Riku gives him a small peck on the lips before pulling them both up to sit, heart hammering in his chest as he quickly makes the decision to tell Yushi that he, one, is actually an omega and two, needs him to fuck him before he goes insane. He reaches behind him, turning the brightness of his lamp up a little so they can see each other properly in the quiet room. He leans back in, the duvet pooling around their waists, and slots their mouths together once again.
The kiss doesn't last long before Riku's pulling back again, nervously nibbling on his own lower lip. He releases it, huffing out a laugh when Yushi chases his lips.
"Hang on a second," Riku says, disentangling their legs so he can concentrate. He brushes his hair out of his face, taking a deep breath to calm himself - both from how worked up just a bit of kissing has got him and the prospect of telling Yushi his secret.
"No, I-I want to keep kissing," Yushi says, voice quiet, but open and truthful. Riku presses his lips together, hiding his smile, but his eyes glitter anyway.
"In a minute," he says, "I have to tell you something first."
Yushi nods, taking Riku's hand in his. Riku squeezes it, looking down at his lap. It'll be easier to say without holding Yushi's burning gaze.
"You know earlier," Riku starts, "when we were talking about how only 10.5% of omegas are male?"
"10.9," Yushi corrects. Riku lifts his head, giving him an unimpressed look.
"However much it was," he continues, "you said you'd know if you met one in real life."
"Yeah," Yushi confirms.
"Are you absolutely certain?" Riku asks, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yeah, I mean, I think so." Yushi hums, thinking. "Why?"
Riku can't stop himself from giggling at the excitement of his reveal. "Yushi-chan, do you really not see where I'm going with this?"
"Huh?" Yushi replies dumbly. Riku keeps looking at him as Yushi roves his eyes down from his face to his torso and then lower, where he pauses. Riku pulls his hand away from Yushi's, breathless as he leans back, spreading his thighs. He grips the waistband of his shorts in a fist, pulling them taut against his crotch. The outline of his pussy and absence of any cock is unmistakable, and Riku watches as Yushi's eyes widen, realisation dawning on his pretty face.
"You- you're an omega?" Yushi breathes, shocked. "Riku-chan, oh my god."
"I don't really tell people," Riku says, "but yeah."
"I won't tell anyone," Yushi hurries to say, running his hand through his hair. It looks like it takes physical effort for him to drag his gaze back up to Riku's face as he says it. Riku smiles, closing his legs.
"I know," he whispers.
He reaches out, placing his hand on Yushi's chest. He can feel his heart hammering below his palm, and he grins, pushing Yushi back until he's laying flat against the bed, head on the pillow. Riku climbs on top of him, straddling his hips and shuddering when Yushi's hands automatically come up to rest on his thighs.
"Tell me if you want to stop," Riku says, but he has a feeling not even a nuclear blast could make Yushi pull away from him now. Yushi nods anyway, hair bouncing against his forehead, and Riku grins.
The feeling of Yushi's cock against his pussy, even through a few layers of fabric, makes Riku gasp as soon as he rocks down. Yushi's answering moan is high and desperate, and Riku can't stop himself from experimentally grinding his hips against Yushi a few times.
He's so wet it can be heard over the rustle of their clothes, and Yushi's fingers slide up his legs and under his shorts. "Oh, fuck," he curses, and Riku knows he can feel his slick. Riku himself can smell it, the scent of cherries so sweet and strong in the air he can almost taste it on his tongue. He wonders if Yushi might be able to taste it too.
Riku leans back down, arching his back against Yushi as he joins their lips together. He rests his weight on his forearms planted either side of Yushi's head, circling his hips and licking into his mouth. Yushi kisses back a little more confidently, now, pressing his tongue alongside Riku's. He slides his hands up further on his thighs until Riku's shorts and boxers bunch up around his ass, his fingers inching dangerously close to the point of no return.
"Fuck, Yushi," Riku moans when Yushi's fingers brush his folds. "Fuck, I want you."
Yushi nods against him. "Want you too," he breathes.
Riku sits up, climbing off him to settle between his legs on the mattress. He reaches between them, wrapping his hand around Yushi's cock as best he can through the fabric of his pyjamas. Yushi groans, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch Riku hook his fingers in the waistbands of his trousers and boxers to pull them down enough to reveal his erection.
Riku's mouth waters. "Fuck," he moans, yanking down Yushi's clothes to his mid-thigh so he can focus on getting his hands on him. He watches his face as he wraps his fingers around his cock, already flushed and heavy in his grasp. Yushi's eyebrows knit in such a way one could mistake him for being in pain if he didn't simultaneously let out the most delicious, euphoric moan Riku has ever heard.
"Good?" Riku asks redundantly, slowly beginning to jerk Yushi's cock when he nods. He bites back a smile when he has an idea, taking his hand away for a moment to reach between his legs and cover his hand in his own slick to help the slide.
"Oh my god," Yushi groans. "Holy fuck, that's crazy."
Riku laughs at his dazed expression. Yushi looks like all his Christmases have come at once, though a small, secret part of Riku hopes it isn't just at the promise of pussy. He leans down, holding eye contact with Yushi as he sticks his tongue out flat to lave over the head of his cock. Yushi whimpers, hips twitching, and Riku leans his weight on his forearm on top of them to stop him from moving as he starts to sink down.
The weight and warmth of Yushi on his tongue is addicting, the slight saltiness of his precum mixing with Riku's own sweet slick. It tastes like a match made in heaven, and he groans, eyes slipping shut as he takes as much of him in his mouth as he can. Yushi's not the biggest he's ever taken - there was one boneheaded alpha Riku fucked a few months ago that he could barely fit in his mouth, so this is perfect. Yushi's fingers scrabble at the sheet below them, looking for something to grip, so Riku takes one hand and places it in his hair.
"You can pull," he says, pulling off for a moment, "I like it."
He slaps the head of Yushi's cock on his tongue a few times before licking down the length of it, spit beginning to drip down to Yushi's balls. He moans sharply when Riku takes them in his mouth, sucking gently before working his way back up to the tip.
"Riku-chan, I-I'm-" Yushi stutters out, and Riku pulls off with a smirk.
"Not yet," he tuts. "Want you to fuck me."
"Fuck," Yushi breathes. "O-Okay."
Riku sits back, yanking off his shirt and shorts with fingers shaky from excitement. It feels surreal, and he's half-convinced he's still dreaming. Yushi has always felt so untouchable, as reserved and private as he is with everyone but his closest friends. Months of admiring him from afar, gazing at him when he should be concentrating in class, thinking up scenarios in his head as he ponders the best way to approach him.
Now, he's got him here, sprawled out half-naked in his bed. Riku bites his lip, helping Yushi out of the rest of his clothes. Their fingers knock as Riku clutches at the hem of his shirt, and he notices that Yushi's hands are trembling too.
Riku goes to take his previous position perched on top of Yushi's hips, but Yushi stops him with a gentle hand on his wrist. Riku looks at him curiously, and sees that Yushi's cheeks are flushed even pinker than before.
"Lay down," he says.
Riku nods dumbly, lips parting in a soft gasp as Yushi helps manoeuvre him so his head is against the pillows. Yushi sits between his legs, mirroring Riku's own position from before, and for a moment, he just… looks.
Riku can feel his entire body flushing as Yushi roves his eyes over him. He starts at Riku's face, his eyes wide and expression soft and open, and trails down - first to his chest, then to the curve of his waist. Riku feels like a live wire under his gaze, and the electricity jolts through him when Yushi reaches out to gently ghost his fingers down from Riku's belly button.
His palm stops at Riku's womb, and he looks back up at him as he presses down, his touch still dizzyingly gentle. Riku gasps, his stomach quivering.
"I-I've never…" Yushi whispers, trailing off when he remembers that Riku already knows. "Can you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
Riku nods, endeared by Yushi's quiet voice and curious eyes. "Take your time," he whispers.
Yushi's hand continues lower until he reaches the soft skin of Riku's mound, and Riku thanks every deity that could exist that he'd happened to shave the day before. Being clean-shaven makes him especially sensitive, and he moans when Yushi gently starts to run his fingers over his folds.
"You're so wet," Yushi marvels, and Riku blushes profusely. "Do you always get this wet?"
"Sometimes," Riku admits, breathless, "but not always. When I'm in heat, definitely."
"Fuck, I forgot about heats." Yushi looks at his pussy in wonder before smoothing his hands down his thighs to push them up and back slightly. In this position, Riku is fully exposed, and he fights the urge to cover his face.
"Heats are- ah- a lot," Riku says, his sentence interrupted by a moan when Yushi rubs his thumb over his clit. "And it-it's hard to break them when I'm alone."
"You don't ever have a heat partner?" Yushi asks, clearly remembering the phrase from their class. Riku shakes his head, biting his lip to keep himself from moaning as Yushi continues his exploration of his pussy. He trails his fingers through the slick on Riku's thighs until he reaches his hole, lightly rubbing his fingers over it and letting out a small gasp when it coaxes out even more slick.
"N-No," Riku moans. "Never found someone I trust enough."
Yushi hums, brows furrowed in concentration. Riku closes his eyes, finally giving in and covering his face with his hands, feeling laid bare both mentally and physically under Yushi's heavy gaze. With his eyes closed, he misses the way Yushi leans down, not realising he's even moved until Yushi's licking a long, firm stripe up from his soaking hole and over his folds to his clit.
Riku's eyes fly open, and he squeaks, hand flying to Yushi's hair in shock. Yushi doesn't give him a chance to compose himself before he's diving back in, licking and sucking at Riku's pussy like a man starved, and entirely unlike the nervous, hesitant virgin he'd first touched only half an hour ago.
"Oh my god, Yuu-chan," Riku whimpers, his legs dropping open, lax against the bed. He scratches at Yushi's scalp, unable to keep himself from grinding up against his face. Yushi groans against him, slurping his slick directly from his hole.
He pulls back, thumbing at Riku's clit. "Fuck, you taste- you taste like fucking cherries," he breathes in awe. Riku leans up on his elbows, grinning.
"You can taste it?" he asks, thrilled. Not all of his partners have been able to identify the notes of cherry in his scent, and seeing the way Yushi's face is covered in his slick as he licks his lips makes him dizzy. He flings his head back when Yushi leans back in, sucking around his clit. His accuracy is a little off, but Riku tugs him a higher with the hand in his hair.
"To- to the left a little," he pleads. "Yeah, ah, fuck, that's it-"
He rocks his hips against Yushi's mouth as he sucks, his leg twitching. Whispers of Yushi's name slip out from his bitten lips, increasing in pitch and tempo until he's begging without even realising. "Yushi, your fingers, please-"
Yushi pulls back slightly, watching Riku's expression, his own lips parting as he slowly sinks his finger inside him. Riku groans, wiggling down against it to coax Yushi deeper.
Yushi obliges, pressing in until his palm is flush with Riku's pussy. He grinds the heel of his hand against his clit, gently moving his finger. "You're so… soft," he whispers, "fuck, it's like velvet."
"Velvet?" Riku huffs out a laugh, so endeared by the man between his legs it makes his chest hurt. "I haven't heard that before."
"So soft, wet, fuck. Tight," Yushi continues.
"Imagine how I'll feel around your cock," Riku grins lazily. "Add another."
Yushi groans, sinking in a second finger alongside the first. Riku pulls back his leg with a hand on the back of his thigh, spreading himself open even wider. "Faster," Riku says, "crook them, yeah, fuck, like that-"
Yushi obeys his every order without question, adding another finger when Riku says, leaning back down to suck at his clit when he begs for it. Riku half-thinks he should probably muffle his moans for the sake of his neighbours, but his mind feels like it's turning to mush with every thrust of Yushi's fingers.
"Oh, fuck," Riku squeals, "I'm gonna cum."
Yushi doesn't stop or even slow his ministrations, Riku's pussy loud with slick as his body tenses. His moans get loud and breathy, his leg kicking out as his pussy clenches hard around Yushi's fingers with the force of his orgasm.
Yushi sits up, fucking him through it, his neglected cock painfully hard as it bobs in front of him. Riku's orgasm has barely subsided when he's reaching forwards, clutching at Yushi's hips to bring him closer.
"Fuck me," he pants, "fuck, fuck me now, Yushi-"
Yushi can only groan as he moves forward, his cock knocking against Riku's folds. "Oh, god," he chokes out, gripping his erection at the base to press the head to Riku's hole. The tip dips in easily, Riku fucked open and relaxed from his orgasm, and Yushi's moan as he sinks inside makes another wave of slick pour from Riku's pussy. He fills him up so perfectly, Riku's soft walls opening up to take him to the hilt. He's warm and hard and wet and Riku swears he can feel his cock twitch inside his tight cunt.
"Yuu-chan," Riku whimpers, reaching up to pull Yushi down towards him with a hand on the back of his neck. He joins their lips sloppily, Yushi's hands planted either side of his head, caging him in. He shakes with the effort of staying still, and Riku runs his hands down his back, coaxing him to move. "I want it, please fuck me."
Yushi nods, breathless. He looks dazed, the poor thing, as though he's trying to figure out whether he's still dreaming. He pulls his hips back, thrusting back into Riku with the same tenderness with which he's treated him all night. Tears prick at Riku's eyes, Yushi's gaze on him so full of adoration and wonder that Riku feels his heart clench dangerously.
Yushi fucks him hard and slow, his thrusts rhythmic despite his inexperience, though his hips start to stutter before long. Riku keeps him held close against him, their chests flush, and he sucks on Yushi's tongue as his thrusts grow sloppy, moans caught between them. After a while, Yushi mumbles something against his lips, and Riku pulls back in question.
"Can you get pregnant?" he asks, the force of his thrusts stealing his breath between each word. Riku should reply properly, but all he can do is moan desperately at the thought of Yushi pumping him full of his cum and knocking him up.
"Riku," Yushi pleads, "do- do I need to pull out or not?"
"No, fuck, don't," Riku whines, fingernails scratching angry lines down Yushi's back. He wraps his legs around his hips, keeping him from moving. "I'm on suppressants, don't pull out."
"Okay, okay, fuck," Yushi grunts, his thrusts loud and messy with Riku's wetness as it pools between their thighs. "Fuck, I'm gonna- gonna fill you up-"
Riku nods, kissing him again. He's close himself, cunt sloppy in a way that tells him he's going to squirt. He reaches down, rubbing his clit furiously as their kiss devolves into shared breaths. His moans soar so high he ends up squealing, body going completely taut as a spray of cum rushes from his pussy, covering Yushi's lower half. Yushi fucks him through it, the sheets below them soaked and filthy.
"Fuck, fuck," Yushi babbles, "that's so hot, Riku-chan, holy shit, gonna-"
"Come on," Riku encourages, clenching around Yushi's cock. Yushi sits back, gripping Riku's hips to move him back and forth on his cock. Riku grips the sheets, breathless. "Yuu-chan, make me yours."
"God." Yushi's voice cracks. "Fuck, you're mine. My omega." His hips still, his cock fully sheathed in Riku's pussy as he comes, hard. Riku can feel every pulse of hot cum as it fills him, and he whimpers, nibbling at his fingernail. My omega.
Yushi presses his hand to Riku's womb as he had done earlier, gently rocking his hips to fuck his cum deeper inside him. "Riku," he whispers.
Riku laces their fingers together, smiling tiredly. He feels satisfied, exhausted, and a little worried that Yushi's going to freak out.
"Come here," Riku says softly, bringing Yushi in for a kiss. "That got pretty intense, huh?"
Yushi nods against him, his cock slipping out as he lays down beside Riku. Riku bites back a wince at the feeling of cum and slick dripping down his thigh and wipes the sweat from Yushi's brow, brushing his hair from his eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" Yushi whispers. Riku nods, cupping his jaw.
"Anything."
"What you said earlier," Yushi says, holding his gaze, "about liking me for ages. Did you mean that?"
Riku freezes, having completely forgotten about his confession. He searches Yushi's face, trying to figure out what the correct answer is. Obviously, he did mean it, but if he tells Yushi the truth, will it open him up to rejection? Will Yushi pull away and refuse to even be friends with benefits?
But Yushi's gaze is nothing but open and gentle, and Riku supposes he owes it to them both to tell him the truth, even if Yushi doesn't accept his feelings. He nods shakily, letting out a deep breath.
"Yeah, I meant it," he admits.
Yushi smiles, twisting his lips cutely. "What kind of like?" he asks, a cheeky edge to his earnest voice. Riku rolls his eyes.
"Like, like-like," he says childishly. "Like I really want you to fuck me again, many more times, and maybe call me your boyfriend."
"Oh," Yushi giggles. "That's good."
"It is?" Riku asks, happiness spreading over his face. He smooths his thumb down over Yushi's scar on his cheekbone to his cheek, poking at it. "Does that mean you want me, too?"
"Yeah," Yushi admits. "And not- and not just because of… this. I liked you before, just ask Hirose Ryo."
Riku furrows his brow. He only knows one Hirose Ryo, and that little bastard was well aware of his hopeless crush on Yushi.
"You know Ryo?" Riku asks in disbelief.
"Yeah, he's friends with my roommate," Yushi explains. "You know him too?"
"He's… one of my best friends…" Riku says slowly, squinting suspiciously. "I can't believe he never… he knows I've been crushing on you this whole time!"
Yushi gasps. "You're kidding," he says, disbelieving. "Oh my god, so he's been playing both sides?"
"Fuck," Riku says. "He couldn't have introduced us?"
"I asked him if he knew you," Yushi recalls. "He just said, 'Yushi, not everyone wants to talk about Riku all the time'."
"That little… I'm going to kill him." He reaches behind him to the nightstand, fumbling around for his phone. He winces at the brightness when he unlocks the screen, pulling up his texts with Ryo and twisting onto his back so Yushi can read them at the same time.
From: gremlin child
riku-chan, i hope yushi didn't stay too late
turns out the storm was hitting much earlier than expected!
oops!
why aren't you replying
wait
daeyoung just texted me to see if i know where yushi is
what should i tell him, riku-chan?
don't ignore me
hey
hey
hey
RIKU
oh my god you're fucking aren't you.
Riku starts to type back a reply, telling him to mind his own business, when Yushi stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"We should mess with him," he grins.
Riku giggles, a devilish smile spreading across his lips that Yushi wants to kiss off his face.
From: #1 omega
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From: gremlin child
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS