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He was sure, like really sure, the other had asked permission every time the whole, uh session happened but it was just that. Sakyo wasn't really asking for more but it's like some part of him wanted more than what Omi gave.
He blinked a lot of times, sighed and dropped his head on top of his folded knees. His mind kept repeating the sensation of the kisses he'd received hours ago. The way Omi seemed unsure of what he was doing, but felt so confident and professional against Sakyo's quivering lips. He wanted to add that the other was patient with him, chuckling when Sakyo didn't know what to do next. Omi guided him slowly, starting with simple pecks, and when Sakyo relaxed a bit, he moved into the more complicated steps. He couldn't even count the times he found himself breathless against Omi's passionate ones.
Sakyo unconsciously bit his lower lip, tasting the cinnamon from the smell still lingering in the air. It was the first time he'd been kissed like that and it just felt so ethereal. He wondered if it was also Omi's first but with how good he was, he doubted the experience. He pouted, but slapped himself silly when he realized how much of a teenage girl he was acting.
He shook his head and moved to leave the room. He reeked of the cinnamon scent so he figured to just wash it off. Upon going out of the room though, he felt (and heard) someone sniffing him from behind.
"Hmm, you smell kinda funny, Sakyo-kun."
Agh, why did it have to be this long silver-haired annoying omega?
Azuma Yukishiro stood before him, wearing that soft smile like always. Somehow, he smelled like baby powder today, as if he'd taken a bath with a whole bottle of it. Not to mention he's literally as white as a freaking baby powder.
"Well, you smell suffocating."
"That's the point, Sakyo-kun. I'm trying to dominate you with my own pheromones, being that I'm a dominant omega."
"Yeah, okay, dominant bottom."
He already ended the conversation but the other wanted to acquire more information. After all, they're drinking buddies, so technically, they're friends, right? Plus, they're both omegas, and if anything, Azuma might know more. He already has his own alpha after all.
"Ah, you know, I'm craving for something with cinnamon right now." He teased.
"Go get your own drink, Yukishiro. I mean, don't you have one? You're basically wearing it like perfume." Sakyo scoffed, he did mean what he said earlier about the smell being suffocating. Azuma didn't just smell like baby powder, he smelled like freshly brewed tea! If anything, he can be served in a Chinese tea house by now.
" Fair but, read between the lines, Sakyo-kun. I just said you smelled like cinnamon. And you know who smells like one in here." He turned his head to eye the kitchen. Omi was busy inside and luckily didn't notice them. "Seriously, Omi?"
"If you're going to judge me, I'm leaving to wash the scent off."
"Why'd you assume I'd judge you?" Azuma crossed his arms and leaned against the pillar. He looked as if he was going to laugh. "Not gonna lie, I thought it would take decades for this stuff to happen."
He squinted, "What does that mean, huh?"
"Oh nothing." The other waved a hand off as dismissal. "Just a thought I had."
Kinda suspicious but whatever, Sakyo just let that slide. Right now, his primary concern is to just get in the stall and wash off the pheromones. You never know, someone else might actually smell him and think he's now a bred omega. Well he's not, he just had help and somehow, obviously, scents were mixed in together.
When none of them made a move to continue whatever that conversation was, Sakyo turned on his heel and left. He was just thankful he hadn't bumped into anyone else after the encounter with the other omega. More so thankful no one in the shoujo manga club ran into him, and if they did, it'd be hard to contain their noses.
Yet it seemed like the universe was always against his wishes.
"Sorry."
Omi ran into him by accident, causing the other to lose their footing a bit. He managed to catch Sakyo loosely though, a firm grip placed on his upper arm. Sakyo had already adjusted his stance, thanks to the support Omi gave but he'd rather do it on his own. He wasn't clumsy or anything, he can manage the whole losing his balance thing so he didn't really need any more help. He hated looking weak, especially not in front of someone. He shook off the hand still holding his arm and heard a small apology again from Omi.
"Will you stop apologizing?"
Omi looked like he wanted to say sorry again but decided against it. Sakyo did say to stop apologizing so he just had to.
"Are you… moving out of the way or what?"
Somehow, he noticed Omi's ears turn pink before stepping aside to allow Sakyo to move. There was no trace of the person Sakyo saw earlier, the person who looked like he was ready to swallow him whole. Omi just looked like an abandoned puppy left by its owner to fend for himself.
"Just a.. reminder," Omi spoke from behind, "no matter how long you take a shower, drenching yourself with soap, the scent won't fade away easily."
He turned around with a tinge of annoyance, "If I knew this information you just gave, I wouldn't even have tried doing it with you."
"We never-"
"Ah, shush!" Sakyo felt something hot creep up on him. Terrified that this might be another episode of his heat, he suppressed the memory of earlier events that wanted to surface and remind him of the things they did. If just mere seconds ago, he felt untouchable but now he's just plain embarrassed. Hell, his ears might've turned pink as well, but who would dare tell him?
"Okay, okay but I'm just saying," Omi continued rambling on, not caring if his words could reach Sakyo, "you're going to be carrying bits of my pheromones for a few days so you're going to be subjected to questions and-"
"I get it, now shut up!" But he wasn't prepared when Omi's ramblings went through a deeper, more serious tone. With little space they had, he was pinned to the wall against his will. "W-What the hell…"
"You don't understand." Sakyo felt small as he was gazed upon by the alpha in front of him. "Alphas get territorial around the omegas they've shared pheromones with. You're not free until my scent in you fades off on its own, Sakyo-san. We're going to be like pairs for a few days."
He looked unimpressed. He's gone for so long without relying on others for when he goes into heat yet here he was, getting tied down against his will. Sakyo's thoughts shifted to blaming himself why he misplaced his suppressants. Or that he should've just locked the door. Or that he shouldn't have been a weakling and fell for an alpha's charms. Because of everything, he's already become an overthinker, and he knew it was gonna last long.
Omj probably saw how adamant Sakyo looked and realized what he just did. He already moved out of Sakyo's personal space before the other could notice it. He gulped, shifting his gazes between the environment and Sakyo himself. If earlier it was easy to stare down on him, right now it was hard to maintain at least a second of eye contact.
"I'm sorry I-" he shook his head, "I'm just gonna go. Sorry for bothering you and just forget it."
Sakyo was left in there, back still leaning against the wall but his head already dropped. His concern wasn't really what he said, it's more like his concern was over his own sentiments and thoughts. Hence, the apology wasn't actually needed. But he couldn't really voice that out; his pride's way too high for him to do such a thing. Still, a part of him felt guilty, it wasn't anyone's fault the conversation happened. Or that the conversation took that direction.
"You know he's right though."
A smug-looking – well, tried to look smug and cool – alpha voiced from one corner.
"Stop that, you look weird, Arisugawa. Is he rubbing off on you?"
He could feel that eccentricity from a meter away. Homare is the second one he had to meet today. Scratch that, the half of the duo from earlier. But if he did hear a bit of what transpired, they could explain why he just decided to butt in on Sakyo's misery.
"Having to be tied down with an omega like Azuma-san? Agh yeah maybe I'm being influenced!"
Sakyo squinted. "And yet you're still so formal."
"He might be the omega but he's so dominant I just kinda give up in the middle!" Just a few more words and Sakyo could swear he's going to cry tears soon. "But it's cool we're in the same situation, except it's in a different role."
Sakyo didn't reply, he wasn't really interested to know more anyway. If he was going to be interested, maybe not today. But what intrigued him most was Homare's remark when his own conversation ended. Oh wait, those two things were actually related; he just hoped there would be no storytelling this time.
"What you said-" Sakyo straightened up. "No, what did you mean when you said Fushimi was right?"
"Hmm, with us being territorial…?" He trailed off. "Yeah that. Also with the scent thing sticking to you and such."
"How long were you standing there, that was… literally what we talked about."
"Oh actually I was about to get something from the kitchen but hey I overheard you two and wow, that was one hell of a conversation like literally anyone who heard that would think you two mated or something."
Sakyo just blinked. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Or that his brain can't process what was said. He really couldn't handle anymore of this ridiculousness so he just prepared to leave.
"Sometimes it can be the omegas that can be territorial. Or possessive." Sakyo stopped in his tracks. "But pretend you didn't hear that from me!"
On the way to the showers and up until he finished, thoughts continued to plague Sakyo's mind. There was a lesson about this back in school, but that was so long ago he can't remember it well. Hell, he can't even recall if omegas did feel the need to be territorial with their alphas. Throughout the times, there has been an influx of the omega gender and alphas have regressed. Alphas now have the choice to not mark a certain omega, whether pairs or not, just so they can procreate with other omegas, and possibly raise the population of the alpha gender. With those thoughts in mind, Sakyo felt bothered with it; whether or not he’s just an “other” omega, that can say a lot.
In this earliest of stages, he wondered if this is what they meant. That omegas can be possessive too. Or just they only wanted an actual alpha to stay with them through the end. Or that if, as an omega, he’d bear a child (to which he didn’t want), someone would actually become the perfect father-figure to it.
What he’s sure of now though, is that he felt his temperature rise up again despite being under running, cold water.