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Komori wiped his brow. He paused his ascent up the ancient stairs carved into the mountainside, looking down over the valley. The village that had been his home for the last 19 years was covered in darkness below, shaded from the setting orange sun.

He was almost there.

His fate had been decided for him before he’d even been born. His parents had told him the story.

The valley had been plagued by evil spirits for three generations. People died young from disease; crops failed. The spirits grew stronger and increasingly insidious over time, and the village grew correspondingly desolate, its population starving and dwindling fast. It was then that a powerful god appeared in the mountains.

The god offered protection and blessings of prosperity on one condition: that the next child of one particular family be sent to him as a bride and mate when they became of age. Komori’s parents hadn’t known at the time that they were expecting, but they had no choice but to agree. Not only would it save their people, but their future child would be married to a god– a destiny that few would ever hold.

The spirits were purged from the valley by the next morning.  The god kept his promise– Komori grew up peacefully, never wanting, and the village flourished. Now it was time for him to fulfill his end of the promise.

The night before, he’d been ritually married to the god in a ceremony performed by the village elders. It had been rather uneventful, since his husband had been present only in a vaguely spiritual sense (if one believed in that sort of thing), but binding nonetheless in the eyes of tradition. This morning he’d set out to climb the mountain and meet him for the first time.

He’d often wondered why the god would not appear to him, nor to anyone else in the village, for that matter, since the day the deal had been made. If not for his parents’ insistence that they had met him face to face and the evidence that the valley was under his protection, Komori might have thought that the story was made up and when he arrived at the shrine he’d find it empty and abandoned. He’d find out if it was true soon enough.

As he approached the looming red gate at the top of the steps, he slowed to a halt. The air felt thick, like he was swimming through it, though at this altitude it should have been the opposite– the change was sudden, sending goosebumps down his arms. He looked behind him. An orange glow peeked through the mountains in the distance and the sky above was deep blue. The breeze tickled his cheeks, beckoning him forward. As he turned his gaze to look through the gate, he saw nothing out of the ordinary beyond the towering shrine in front of him: painted in white and red, with sloping teal roofs over wraparound balconies on each of four stories. There was no sign of life or inhabitation.

He took a deep breath and stepped through.

Wind flurried around him for the length of one breath. He was still in front of the shrine, but he sensed innately that he was no longer in the same mountains. The surrounding area had transformed into a lush forest and the sounds of birds and crickets rang out from the silver lined leaves. He could hear roaring water in the distance. More mystified than alarmed, he turned around and saw that the same red gate stood behind him– he wondered what would happen if he walked back through. When he looked up, he gasped.

The sky here was endless– it had always been endless, but now it seemed beyond earth as he knew it– he could see millions of stars, galaxies, planets, and other celestial bodies that he didn’t know how to describe. The sun was coy at the horizon, not visible but not yet asleep, creating bands of orange and pink that faded into the purple and blue void of the universe.

He could have stared forever, but the sound of the heavy wooden door of the shrine creaking open interrupted his thoughts. He remembered why he was there in the first place and swallowed nervously as he looked towards the source of the noise.

He saw only a man dressed in a simple gray yukata, belted in black, not so different from what someone in his village would wear. He smiled upon seeing Komori. He stood in the doorway, blocking the light from inside.

Komori shivered and hugged his arms to his chest under his intense gaze. He was rooted to the spot on the path leading to the shrine, finding himself crippled by fear of the unknown.

The man descended the porch steps.

“Welcome,” he said as he approached. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Komori got a clearer view as he came closer. He was tall, with dark brown hair that fell into his eyes. He looked a little older than Komori, much stronger and more grown-into his body.

Komori bowed. “I’m Komori Motoya. I’m… looking for a god. My husband. Are you…?”

“Yes, that’s me,” the god said, still smiling. He didn’t seem much like a god to Komori. He bowed back. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Komori Motoya. We can go inside and have something to eat; you must be tired,” he guessed, and he was right.

Komori had been unsettled upon passing through the gate but now felt oddly at ease with the god’s commanding presence and indisputably divine energy. Whatever trivial problems he’d had in the valley were cleared from his mind. He nodded. “Yes, I am, thank you.” He looked down at his feet, a little apprehensive about the implied expectations hanging between them. “And, as I’m sure you know, I’ll… Well, it’ll be starting soon, and I’d like to wash up first, if possible.”

The wedding ritual had taken place the night before his heat was to begin so that by the time he arrived at the shrine, he’d be fit to properly consummate the marriage and mate with the god. Though this was the standard timing for all weddings among his people and nothing to be especially nervous about in itself, he carried additional worries about the potential implications of any of his missteps. There was pressure to satisfy. He’d never touched or been touched by another person, given that everyone in his village knew he was betrothed to the god since birth. But he had felt desire before. Torrid between his legs, scorching his entire body from the inside, leaving him writhing in pain and crying out for no one to hear. He hated it.

The god nodded back. He extended his hand towards him. “Of course, the onsen is ready for you. I’ll show you.”

Komori eyed his hand. The man tilted his head.

“Are you scared?” he asked candidly.

Komori hesitated before responding, eyes flashing to his face for a split second. He didn’t want to offend him. His husband looked curious but concerned. 

“No, just… nervous,” he settled on– he wondered if his husband could see through him anyways. He didn’t know what powers he had.

The man’s hand twitched. “I’m not going to touch you unless you want me to. And I won’t bite. Yet,” he added, chuckling at himself.

Komori nodded awkwardly and lowered his gaze, gathering his courage to extend his hand towards him. The god remained still. Komori’s fingertips brushed his. His skin was warm. Human. He dragged his fingers across his palm. Smooth. Inviting. A promise of safekeeping. He exhaled and slipped his fingers in between the god’s, hiding a smile as his large hand closed around his.

“Follow me,” his husband said, taking a step towards the shrine and looking back at him kindly.

Hand in hand, they walked up the path while the air hummed around them. “What– what can I call you? I don’t know your name… if you have one,” Komori asked shyly, taking in his surroundings as they entered. The inside had the makings of a home rather than a place of worship (though perhaps, when married to a god, the home is a place of worship), with rooms and halls divided by mulberry paper screens. It was sparsely yet beautifully furnished. The closed sliding doors they passed were painted with scenes from stories Komori had never heard, some depicting what he recognized as the man in front of him.

“To you, it can be Suna Rintarou. You’re free to think of something better, if you’d like. Call me what you wish. It’s all the same to me,” he answered, sliding open the door in front of them and then stepping aside for Komori to enter.

“Okay,” Komori said, not yet daring to test the words on his tongue and certainly not planning on renaming the god himself.

They were at the back of the shrine on a porch open to the forest but still covered by the sloping roof. There was a large wooden bath filled with water that trickled in from a wide faucet. A flash of orange caught Komori’s eye and sprinted off into the trees. His hand tightened around Suna’s in surprise.

“The foxes are my attendants. They don’t always take on an earthly appearance, but I thought it would be best for your arrival... I hoped it would feel more… normal, for you,” Suna said softly. “Though I told them to stay in the forest tonight. I suspect he was excited to get a glimpse of you up close. I would punish him but I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

“It’s okay,” Komori said quickly, not wanting anyone to be subjected to punishment because of him. “I like foxes. They’re cute.” Suna chuckled and let go of his hand. He found himself mildly disappointed. He shrugged it off and closed his eyes as the steam enveloped him. “This looks amazing, thank you. You have a beautiful home.”

“It’s yours,” Suna reminded him. He gestured to the bath. “I can leave you now,” he said, stepping away from him. “I’d enjoy joining, though.”

Komori wrung his hands and glanced at the water. He’d been to the onsen in the valley countless times and bathed in front of his friends and others. Suna was much more than a friend, technically, but still a stranger. Yet he couldn’t deny that he was comforted by his presence. Maybe it was instinct; maybe it was the god using his powers to sway him. Either way, he didn’t want him to leave.

“That’s alright,” he said. “Just… I’d like to go in first,” he added, looking at the wood beneath his feet.

“Sure. I’ll wait inside.”

Komori was now alone. The breeze rolled through the porch, making him shiver. He shuffled out of his clothes and folded them, setting them on the platform that surrounded the bath. Goosebumps covered his skin. He looked around, spotting a spigot on the wall where he could first wash his body and hair. The water there was warm too, soaking him to his bones and cleansing him from the long journey. When he was clean he stepped into the bath, quickly slipping in all the way, leaving just his head poking out above the surface. He felt the telltale tickle at the base of his neck that told him he’d soon be fully in the throes of heat. He wondered how much time he had before he would begin to burn and ache, like something inside him was clawing its way out. Shame bloomed in the pit of his stomach when he realized that his husband would see him in such a state, and he began to feel afraid.

He turned towards the sound of the door sliding open again.

Suna walked out, shaking his wet hair and already untying the towel wrapped around his waist. Komori’s eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of what was underneath before averting his gaze towards the forest in embarrassment. He’d never seen one like that before and it scared him a little too. The water sloshed against his neck as Suna entered on the opposite side of him, keeping his distance.

When he was sure that Suna was seated, he turned to face him. His arms were stretched out, resting on the ledge behind him. He stared at Komori with the same intensity he’d had since he’d arrived.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s nice,” Komori replied politely. “I’m glad I’m here now,” he confessed. Even though he was sure Suna couldn’t see it, he hugged his arms around his naked body underwater.

“That makes me happy to hear,” Suna said.

Komori wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t say it to make you happy.” He’d forgotten himself– he instantly regretted the small display of defiance.

Suna clicked his tongue. “Am I not allowed to take pleasure from your words?”

“No,” Komori said quickly before realizing his error. “I mean, of course you are. And I am glad to be here. It’s not as bad as I– no, wait, I didn’t think it would be bad, I just didn’t know… what it’d be like, or what you looked like, or anything…”

“So I don’t look as bad as you thought I would,” Suna probed, a teasing smile appearing on his face.

Komori blushed. “No, I… I never thought… you look…”

“If you don’t like something, I can change it– this is my natural human form, but it’s easy enough to alter. Taller. Lighter hair. Older? More muscular, perhaps– though, I quite like how I am now…” He flexed his arms behind his head in demonstration.

“No! Don’t change anything,” Komori blurted out. Looking at the god’s powerful arms and mischievous grin made him conscious of his own appearance. “I like it. You’re very… handsome.”

He turned away again, wishing for a place to hide, but there they were– across from each other in the water. He couldn’t change anything about himself. He worried that it wasn’t enough for Suna; that his husband was let down by what he’d gotten out of this arranged marriage. Komori didn’t think he was worth very much. At least, not compared to a god.

“I think you’re perfect,” Suna said, drawing his attention back across the bath. Komori blinked twice.

“Can you… you can’t hear what I’m thinking, right?”

Suna let out a hearty laugh. “No, I can’t. I promise. I just wanted to tell you how I feel. It’s hard for me to look away from you.”

“Oh,” Komori said quietly, glancing down at his hands folded in his lap under the water. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

They sat in silence for a few moments.

“How are you feeling?” Suna asked. Komori knew what he meant.

“Not yet, but… I can tell it’s coming,” he answered, swishing his feet around aimlessly. “It’s different than usual.” He scratched the back of his neck, bravely looking back up at him. Suna was pensive, inspecting him closely, locking him in his gaze. Komori couldn’t move a muscle.

“Will you come closer?” He didn’t break eye contact, and neither did Komori.

Komori slinked through the water towards him in wordless obedience. Suna spread his knees apart and rested his arms on the ledge of the bath again. The motion gave Komori pause, putting him on guard again. He shrank against the side wall instead of approaching further.

“Here,” Suna said, extending his hand like he had when Komori arrived.

Komori took it, more confidently this time, and let Suna pull him in. He drifted into the space between his legs and one arm curled around his waist underwater. His back was flush against Suna’s chest. Long fingers pressed into his flank. The crickets faded into the background as his senses focused on the sound of Suna’s breathing and every point of contact on his skin.

“Are you comfortable?” Suna murmured near his ear.

Komori was tense. Suna’s legs encircled him below, ankles crossed under the bend of his knees. He folded his arms over his husband’s and exhaled slowly to ground himself.

“Yes,” he half-lied. He was on edge, but didn’t feel unsafe. Being held by him was distracting– he couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasant rise and fall of ribs behind him, the warmth that somehow cut through the hot water, and the smell– the smell. Completely enveloped by Suna, he was lulled into docility by soothing pheromones of myrtle and myrrh and musk. It felt like honey was pouring into his stomach from his heart. “I like it.” That wasn’t a lie.

Suna squeezed around his midsection. “I’ve been waiting to hold you like this for a long time.”

Komori smiled softly and relaxed, leaning his head back on Suna’s chest. He closed his eyes. “It feels good,” he sighed.

He shuddered abruptly– eyes rolling back, a broken breath escaping from his lips as sensation rolled down his spine. His heat was coming on fast. Suna’s fingers twitched on his side. “Oh, it’s starting,” he panted quietly.

He was aware of the pressure on his lower back, though Suna wasn’t hard. He shifted, trying to adjust his position to lessen the contact that was making him feel dizzy.

“It feels good for me, too,” Suna said, a hint of amusement in his voice as Komori squirmed. “But you’d better stop moving around like that,” he added with an edge of calm restraint.

Komori blushed furiously, thankful that Suna couldn’t see his face. “Sorry,” he said, stilling and closing his eyes. Suna’s chin rested on top of his head. He hummed contentedly and Komori could feel it vibrate against his back.

“It’s okay,” Suna said. He brought a hand to Komori’s cheek, pulling back strands of wet hair and tucking them behind his ear. Komori turned his face to the side, poking his nose into Suna’s throat to seek safety. It was quickly becoming inconsequential to him that he’d just met his husband. Careful touches on his scalp and upper arms nurtured trust. His nerves were melting away as his physiology encouraged him to be compliant for the highly dominant alpha. He wanted to strengthen their burgeoning bond, exchanging scents so that Suna smelled like him and he smelled like Suna. He stretched his neck out, purring as he rubbed his most potent glands against his. More warm honey pooled in his stomach.

“Your scent… it’s different from what I…” Suna trailed off, breathing in deeply. “I’d do foolish things for you.”

Komori looked up at his face from below. Suna cracked an eye open and peered down for a second before closing it again, a lighthearted smile on his face.

Naked and vulnerable, quiet in his husband’s arms– a part of him told him that this was always where he was meant to be. Suna was flawless. Komori felt lucky to be married to him. He realized that, out of everyone in the valley– no, the world– Suna had wanted him. He lifted his chin and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his jaw. It felt easy and natural. He’d done it without thinking.

Suna’s eyes flashed open and he tensed around Komori. “What was that?” he murmured.

Komori shyly burrowed his face back into Suna’s neck. “Nothing,” he whispered.

“Hm,” Suna teased. “If that was nothing, I can’t wait to see something.”

Komori smiled and nosed under his ear. He took a breath in, then delicately kissed him again on the side of his neck, lingering longer than before. He felt his pulse thrumming beneath his lips, then a thick swallow. The way he could make his husband react thrilled him.

“Little star,” Suna said. “May I?”

Komori nodded into his skin, heart racing and another wave of heat rolling through him. He tipped his head back onto Suna’s shoulder and held still, baring his flesh. When he felt the softest of kisses on his exposed neck he exhaled. “Oh,” he exclaimed. This was something he’d never felt before.

Lips were withdrawn immediately. “Are you okay?” Suna asked. Komori craned his head to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I was just surprised. In a good way. I’ve never… been like this, with anyone.”

“What, even kissing?” Suna remarked.

“No, I– I was waiting… well, everyone knew that I was yours, so…”

Suna looked taken aback. His cheeks flushed. “I see. I didn’t realize.”

Komori smiled and took Suna’s hand from where it rested on his stomach, raising it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and kissed his fingers. “I want to, though… with you, it feels… I really want to.”

Suna took hold of Komori by the waist, lifting him up from between his legs and spinning him around in the water to face him. Komori was caught by surprise, bracing his hands against Suna’s chest as he found himself centimeters away from his husband’s face, now level with him and sitting atop his thighs.

The new position made his building heat flare, his vision going hazy with desire for a moment before refocusing on Suna. He couldn’t help but shift his hips forward, fingers digging into Suna’s shoulders as his half hard cock slid up against his stomach. He looked down, peeking in between their torsos. Though the water rippled and distorted his view, he could still see– he was humiliatingly tiny next to Suna, yet closed his eyes and purred at the sensation of them grinding together. A curled finger was brought under his chin; he opened his eyes and looked up.

“I want to kiss you.”

Komori stared back into green eyes. It was just the two of them– in this bath, at this shrine, in the world– nothing rushing them forward or holding them back. For all Komori knew, they had an eternity left to spend together. He wanted it to start tonight.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward. An arm looped around his lower back, holding him close, and a hand gently slipped behind his neck. Komori blindly cupped Suna’s face, burying his fingers in the hair behind his ears. He sucked in a breath and Suna closed the last millimeters between them, pressing their lips together in a moment of heavy silence before they parted with a soft smack. Their noses brushed each other’s cheeks and their eyes flickered to each other. Komori surged forward again.

He vibrated with excitement, teeth chattering into Suna’s mouth as joy sparked in his chest. Suna’s thumb brushed the base of his spine; his grip on the back of his neck grew firmer as if to still Komori’s light shaking. Komori’s inexperienced tongue was eager to learn, probing experimentally at Suna’s top lip. Suna chuckled into him, opening his mouth only to press his own tongue into Komori’s, slowly licking and controlling their pace. Komori caught on and relaxed, falling mostly pliant while Suna gently sucked and tasted. He attempted a nibble whenever he felt Suna retreating, darting his tongue out to catch a slick lip. Blood and whatever ran through the veins of gods rushed to their cocks hardening between them. Komori was floating, the affection and undivided attention from the alpha keeping him placated, almost forgetting that he was in heat. Almost. That syrup in his stomach dropped lower, as if it was materializing as the slick beginning to seep out of him into the water. He made a soft noise involuntarily.

“Komori,” Suna muttered, pulling his tongue out and taking a second to breathe and look at him. Komori shivered as another wave of need ran through him and burned his insides. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound of Suna’s voice. “I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want, but it’s going to be difficult to hold back if we stay together. I may be a god, but there are some things that I can’t control. I can take you to your room and leave you, or you can come with me to ours…”

His voice was steady, non-persuasive, but tensed and possessive arms betrayed him– it was obvious what Suna wanted most. Komori didn’t need to consider it. Although he’d been ashamed before, now the thought of having to bear the excruciating pain of heat alone instead of with his godly alpha only made him cling to him tighter. His arms slid around Suna’s neck.

“I want to stay with you,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against him happily. His wrists glided across his upper back, scenting him more, and he pushed his hips forward to feel Suna’s cock against his stomach again.

Suna kissed the corner of his mouth. “Alright, little star.”

His hands slipped beneath Komori’s thighs. He stood up and Komori wrapped his legs around his waist, holding on tight so that Suna could lift him out of the water. He carried him out of the bath and Komori giggled into his collarbone, smiling as he drank in his pheromones. Suna set him on his feet and wrapped him in a fresh towel, then quickly dried himself off before sweeping him back up into his arms, bridal style– fitting for his bride. He took him back inside like he weighed nothing. Komori closed his eyes and leaned his head against his shoulder, completely trusting that Suna would bring him somewhere warm and safe.

Some footsteps later he heard a door sliding and opened his eyes. The room was lit softly by white rectangular paper lanterns glowing from the corners. A wide futon was laid out in the center, no solid furniture in sight. A pile of folded quilts, linens, and a few articles of clothing sat off to the side next to a tray that held a long, thin smoking pipe and a jade bowl filled with ash. Komori looked up at Suna curiously. Suna kissed his temple and approached the mattress, lowering them both slowly to the floor and setting him down on his back.

“I was using these before you arrived. For you to nest with, when you got here,” he explained, kneeling over Komori and stroking his hair.

Komori turned his head and looked at the stack. He could smell the alpha on them mixed with the potent live pheromones emanating from Suna next to him. He wanted to crawl into it. He tucked his legs in as he reached over and the towel he was wrapped in fell away, reexposing him.

Suna leaned down and kissed his ear, breath tickling his neck. Then he sat back and stood up, leaving Komori in the middle of the futon alone.

“Where are you going?” Komori said in alarm, hands flying out after him automatically. “Don’t leave, it hurts.” His body screamed in protest at the separation, punishing him with flames licking up his sides. He winced.

“Hey, hey,” Suna soothed, seeing Komori’s wild eyes and crouching back onto his knees to hover over him. He cupped his face and kissed his forehead. “I’m not going to leave. I was going to give you time to nest, but I’ll stay.”

Komori wrapped his arms around Suna’s neck and tugged, dragging him down to the futon and earning a soft chuckle from his husband. He climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. Suna had gone soft since carrying him into their room, but Komori liked the feeling of pressing against him anyways. His husband’s eyes glinted with intrigue as he moved his hands to rest on Komori’s hips. More slick dribbled out of him, smearing on Suna’s thighs. Suna’s eyebrow twitched and his grip tightened.

“I need to… m-make it safe for us, and then we can… then you can…” Komori stammered, closing his eyes and trying to focus on what his body was telling him.

“As long as you need. I’m happy watching you.”

Komori blushed and nodded, moving off of Suna’s lap and crawling over to the heady fabrics. He made quick work of arranging them around where Suna laid, closely observing his every movement. He picked up an embroidered robe made of heavy, rippling silk and brought it to his nose, sighing happily as the evidence that Suna had worn it well flooded his mind. He slipped it on over his bare shoulders and then surveyed the space. Heaps of carefully placed bedding surrounded Suna as if to contain him there forever. He felt pride and satisfaction at his nest bearing such strong pheromones and the sight of an ideal mate within it.

He shuddered as his heat urged him forward. He dropped to the futon and rolled onto his back next to Suna. Suna turned onto his side and rested his hand on his stomach.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he murmured, smiling at him fondly.

Komori took his hand, squeezing it tight. “I want to be yours,” he said, voice strained by desperation. “And you to be mine… please take care of me, too.”

Suna beamed at his words and pressed his nose into Komori’s cheek, nuzzling him and pulling him towards his chest. “I will, always,” he cooed.

“I’ll do my best for you,” Komori whispered, turning his head so that they were face to face. His husband's eyes were softened and his skin had a subtle glow from within. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth for the god to kiss him with more intensity than before.

He whined when Suna bit his lip, but the kiss that followed was a salve. A cool hand smoothed down his side, following the curve of his hip. His fingers stretched dangerously close to his hole.

“It drives me crazy when you make sounds like that,” Suna whispered, sucking on his earlobe. Komori’s eyes rolled back.

“Please,” he said breathlessly. “Touch me?”

Suna slid his lips down his neck leisurely. His hand tucked between them and closed around Komori’s small cock, hard and sensitive. “Here?” he asked between kisses on his throat. His thumb spread out the bead of precum formed at the tip, making him shiver in delight.

His hand moved, rounding his hip and sliding across his ass, index finger reaching between his cheeks and playing with the accumulated slick. He pressed it against the outside of his hole.

“Ah!” Komori gasped, knuckle flying to his mouth. More, more, his body begged.

“Or here?” Suna asked again.

Komori bowed his head, pressing his forehead into Suna’s sternum and bunching his arms between them. “There… please...”

He was growing increasingly heat possessed the more Suna touched him. He couldn’t think about anything but what was pressing into his thigh and how badly he needed it. All of his past heats had been spent alone with only his hands to help him, too ashamed and in pain to use something bigger that might fill him the way he thought he wanted. But now he wasn’t hurting. Under the attention of the alpha, being in heat was blissful. He could die happy, smothered in adoration like this. He never wanted it to stop, unlike how he’d cried waiting for his heats to be over before.

“Kiss me again,” Suna told him, and both his own will and the pull he felt to his alpha’s alluring voice made him lift his chin to meet him.

While he sighed dreamily into his lips, nibbling away as he could, Suna pressed the tip of his finger inside him. Komori hummed and kicked his leg over Suna’s thigh, forcing their hips together. “Mmph!” he grunted, muffled by lips and tongue as the finger slipped further, sliding in and out of him steadily. He grinded forward, moaning from high in his throat as Suna’s menacingly huge cock drooled against his stomach. His own cock rutted pitifully at its base.

“Komori,” Suna warned again, giving him a sharp nip on his bottom lip. “Slow down or I might hurt you.”

Komori pouted. His hand boldly darted down to wrap around Suna’s cock. Something akin to fear flashed through his mind as he found that his thumb failed to meet his fingers, quickly assuaged by his desire flaring and imbuing him with naive confidence. “Don’t you want me?” he pleaded, surprising himself as the manipulative words rolled off his tongue.

Suna pushed him onto his back with a firm hand on his shoulder. Komori inhaled sharply. The silk robe he’d slipped into splayed wide open. Suna hovered over him in an instant, caging him in and wrapping a hand around his throat, applying no pressure to his airway but locking his head in place and forcing him to look up.

“Of course I do,” he said sternly, nearly growling, dropping his head to comfort him with a sweet kiss. Komori stared at him through heavy lids, arousal high on his cheeks from the overt display of dominance. Slick poured out of him onto the lining of the robe. “But if it doesn’t feel good for you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I can take it,” Komori whispered, but he wasn’t sure if he believed it.

Suna snorted air, releasing his neck and sliding his hand down his body, tracing a few circles around his nipple on the way back to his hole. He slipped his finger inside again. Komori closed his eyes and purred.

“I know you can, little star. I’ll go faster, but you need to tell me if it’s too much, okay? Tell me you will,” Suna said, slowing his hand down to add another finger. It stretched Komori better than his own fingers had ever been able to, but not enough.

“I will, just… please, I want more…” Komori groaned, grabbing onto Suna’s shoulders and folding his knees so that his legs were spread wide open.

Suna was silent, kissing down his neck and collarbone. He flicked his tongue across his nipple and spread his fingers apart inside him. Komori gasped.

“You’re so eager,” Suna commented, sucking on his nipple while finally adding a third finger. His hand was surely coated in thick slick by now with the way Komori’s body was adapting and preparing for the alpha’s cock. “You must think this is easy for me,” he murmured, breathing warm air over his chest and switching to the other side. “It’s taking everything,” he said slowly, “to not force myself inside you. Even if you screamed...” He didn’t finish the thought, only shaking his head lightly and tugging his nipple between his teeth, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of him.

“Suna,” Komori finally sputtered, hands flying to his dark hair and pulling hard. “It hurts without you,” he cried, a tear rolling down his cheek from how badly he burned. He told the truth– while up to this point he’d felt nothing but pleasure, his heat was edging on unbearable. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait until he was in pain like before and the thought of deteriorating to that state terrified him.

Suna’s head shot up, sensing the fear in his pheromones and kissing away the salty tear from his ear before planting a pacifying kiss on his lips. “Shh, it’s okay, my dear, I’ll make it better.”

Wet sounds and a restrained grunt told Komori that he was slicking up his cock. A tingle of excitement ran down his arms. He latched onto Suna’s neck and lifted his head off the futon to kiss his jaw. A warm pressure at his hole made him freeze up in submission, heels flexing into Suna’s lower back.

Suna looked down between them as he positioned himself. The tip nearly breached before he paused.

“Look at me,” he said.

Komori hadn’t realized his eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation. They flashed open and his fingers threaded into the soft hair at the base of Suna’s neck. He relaxed when he saw green and smiled softly, tipping his chin up ever so slightly to tell him that he was ready.

His husband’s lips parted and green rolled back into white as he pushed inside, stopping himself just after the head of his cock was sucked in. Komori bit his lip to hold back his groan. “More,” he whispered, mesmerized by the sight of Suna’s face twisting and breaking. “Suna, more.”

“Motoya,” Suna gasped, eyes widening as he inched in further. The lust-crazed god was a gorgeous sight. “I’m sorry.”

Before Komori could raise confusion his vision blacked out and a loud, scared cry escaped towards the high ceiling as stabbing pain radiated out from his pelvis. It shot down the backs of his thighs and up his lower back. He gasped for air and whimpered as tears welled in his eyes and spilled over. He could barely feel Suna’s quick soft kisses to catch each one on his skin and soothing caresses or hear the words he was whispering into his ear.

“–okay? My star, tell me, please, I–”

“Hurts,” Komori whispered as he came to attention, taking deep breaths and cutting him off. He hugged Suna closer and stuffed his nose into the glands on his neck so that his pheromones would drown out the pain.

“I know, I know,” Suna murmured, petting Komori’s hair and letting him hide under his chin.

Komori let out a long exhale. Suna was buried; at least, up until the swollen base of his cock, which seemed impossibly larger than what he’d already taken. He wiggled his hips experimentally, legs still wrapped around his waist. He could feel something push against his navel from the inside. In his heat-muddled brain, he felt like the only function of his body was to hold Suna this deep– and deeper yet. His hole clenched at the thought of it, drawing out a curse from his husband.

“You like it? Feel good now?” Suna asked hesitantly, holding himself up with his forearms on the futon on either side of Komori’s head.

Komori nodded. “G-go slow…”

Suna kissed him. He pulled out, shaking on the slow plunge back in. Komori purred at the way the ridge of his cock head dragged inside of him.

“You’re better than I ever imagined,” Suna groaned, continuing the roll of his hips. Komori hummed and smiled at the fullness and his husband’s incessant nuzzling and sucking at his neck. Suna’s hair tickled under his chin. “Went so long without you… you don’t even know… how much you mean to me… I’m so happy.” His voice was dark and warm in Komori's ear.

“Feels really good,” Komori mumbled, stroking his hair. “Don’t go…” he added deliriously, tightening his legs around Suna’s waist as he pulled out nearly his full length.

Suna thrusted back in and licked up his neck. “I’m here. You’re so perfect. Never gonna leave, little star.” He reached one hand down between them, holding Komori’s cock and massaging the tip. “Show me that you feel good.”

He began to twist his hand as he picked up the pace of his hips. Komori’s tailbone rolled off the mat, ass lifting into the air as Suna fucked him. It took almost nothing– the attention to his cock and indescribable pleasure from the spot inside him quickly became overstimulating.

“Oh, it’s– it’s gonna come out, I– ah!” Komori moaned, digging his fingers into Suna’s scalp and shivering as he came. The vestigial fluid shot up his chest and the honey feeling gushed in his stomach. His heat burned on. While his own orgasms felt good, he knew from experience that they were only diversions from what he needed to truly satiate his body. What he needed– what he had always needed, but never had– was an alpha like this to knot him. This alpha. Him, Suna Rintarou, his husband, his god. None other would have been enough.

Suna was distracted, basking in the satisfaction of making his omega cum, so Komori caught him off guard as he twisted up. He landed on his back on the futon with surprise. Komori wiggled his hips on top of him, closing his eyes and sighing happily at the grinding inside him. He took a moment to slip partially out of Suna’s robe, shaking it off of his shoulders so it caught at the bend of his elbows and extending his hands in front of him to grab onto his chest.

Suna quickly adapted and slid his hands around his ass, squeezing lightly and smiling with a raised eyebrow. “Bold, aren’t you? Where’d you learn that?”

Komori looked away bashfully. “I– you know you’re my first…”

Suna reached up and held Komori’s chin gently, turning his face to look back down at him. “I know, I’m just teasing,” he said. He smirked and drummed his fingers on his ass, thrusting his hips up just enough to get him to fall forward and gasp. “Go on, then– are you trying for a new nickname? Little bunny?”

Komori shivered and lifted his hips. Suna’s cock inched out of him with resistance, like it didn’t want to leave.

“Ngh!” he groaned as he lowered himself, eyes widening at the pressure inside. “It’s really big…” His brow knit in concentration. He rose and fell slowly, adjusting to the new position and learning what angles felt the best. Suna had the patience of a saint, lying still and rubbing his thumbs in small circles over his hip bones. He watched Komori’s scrunched up face with reverence. Fucking himself on someone’s cock for the first time felt extroadrinary, with his own soft little cock flouncing every time he slid down. His confidence swelled at the semblance of control, and knowing that Suna could overpower him at any moment only turned him on more. The pleasure carried him away until his mouth hung open and his pace quickened.

His eyes flashed open as his body sent a white hot reminder of what he needed down his spine. He searched his husband’s face.

“Do you feel good?” he asked anxiously, panting as he did his best to clamp down on Suna’s cock as he rode him. He wanted to make his hole tighter and sweeter to please his alpha. His hands were getting sweaty, fingers digging into Suna’s shoulders for support.

Suna looked up at him with mesmerized, half-closed eyes and faintly parted lips. “Feels amazing, Motoya… when you tighten up like that, I just want to have my way with you… but you’re so beautiful on top of me like this.”

Komori threw his head back and groaned. “Suna… I’m tired, and I need– I need you more…”

“Yeah?” Suna tightened his grip on Komori’s hips and thrusted hard. Komori sucked in a breath, letting his thighs relax. Suna held him steady and fucked up into him a few times from below. “Hold on…”

Before he knew what was happening, the robe was ripped off of him and he was falling– no, being forced down to the futon. His cheek squished into the mattress and his hands scrambled in the nest of blankets for something to hold onto. He was only empty for a second before he felt Suna’s cock pressed between his cheeks and then sliding back into him. He shuddered and groaned, balling the linens in his fists.

“When I finish,” Suna muttered, suddenly talking directly in his ear and covering his entire body with his own, “I’m going to bite you, here.” He licked across the junction of his neck and shoulder. His strokes were deep, jutting into the futon through Komori’s abdomen. “Make you really mine,” he said, voice edging into a growl that made Komori’s body explode with heat.

“Please, now,” Komori cried, desperate for air as his small frame tried to withstand the crushing thrusts.

“It’ll hurt, okay, little one? It’ll hurt, just for a moment– mmph,” Suna said through gritted teeth. “I’m close, Motoya– you can take it, right? Is that what you want? Tell me what you want,” he growled, licking the spot he intended to mark again in anticipation.

Komori was close again too, his cock throbbing beneath him. The assault on his insides reduced him to a moaning mess on the futon. He gave up control of his body. His singular desire was to submit. He’d take what his alpha gave him and give him what he wanted to take. Suna was already fucking him to his limits, with deep, brutish breeding thrusts that made his toes curl.

“Want... your knot,” he panted, lifting his hips ever so slightly to give the alpha more access. Suna grunted and kept licking and nuzzling his neck, breathing hot on his skin. It took his last shred of coherency to string together another plea. “P-please, take me, I… I want to be yours, a-al… alpha–”

He tensed and tilted his head to bare his neck. His slick let Suna slide into him with the perfect balance of ease and tightness for his pleasure. His soft skin that Suna lapped at invited the teeth that would lay a claiming mark. His pheromones coaxed Suna’s instinct to dominate and breed. He was designed to attract the strongest mate, and on top of him was his match made in heaven.

“Motoya.”

His voice was low, a muttered half-warning– he bit down, protracted canines piercing his skin. Komori screamed. Suna ignored his cries and snapped his hips, pushing his knot past the rim of his already abused hole and sinking into him completely. The combination of pain and pleasure and satisfaction made Komori’s cock squirt cum into the linens. His mind went blank. 

When he could see clearly again, he felt Suna licking the blood from his neck, cleaning up the mess he’d made when marking him.

“Suna?” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut. He felt warm and heavy. Suna gently kissed across his shoulder. His weight pinned him to the futon. He pictured Suna’s cum somewhere deep in his belly where his cock still pressed into the mattress through him. “Is it– did you do it inside me?”

“Hm?” Suna hummed, turning them both onto their sides so he could spoon him from behind. Komori felt soft fur wrap over his bare skin. Peppered, cream-tipped tails cocooned him. He was too drowsy to think anything of it, barely awake enough to hear Suna’s response. “Yes, little star. It’s inside of you.” He slipped his arm under his tails to cradle Komori’s stomach.

“Okay,” Komori whispered, smiling as sleep overcame him.

When he woke up his nose was pressed to Suna’s chest. His knot was gone. Komori stirred from the blanket of fur and looked at his sleeping mate curiously.

His arms were loose around Komori’s waist. He looked peaceful. In addition to his tails, sand-colored fox ears poked through his mess of sex-tousled dark hair. They twitched every so often.

Komori reached out in fascination. He tentatively stroked his right ear, holding back a giggle as it relaxed into his hand.

“That feels nice,” Suna murmured. Komori flinched and snatched his hand back. He hadn’t realized he was being watched.

“I’m sorry,” he said automatically. Suna captured his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Komori nodded slowly. He felt content to lay there, his heat well subdued for the time being.

“Good.” Suna’s tails fanned out as he stretched, rustling against Komori’s skin and then tucking over him again. “I should have warned you. When I’m in a vulnerable state, I have less control over my form. I wasn’t expecting it to happen now, but... it seems you’ve really taken it out of me.” He smirked and his hand slid over Komori’s waist.

Komori blushed. “That–” He didn’t know what to say. “Do you… did you like me?” he asked quietly. He hoped he’d been good at making his alpha happy.

“What kind of a question is that?” Suna lifted his head and nudged into his neck, licking over his mark. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“But you’re a god,” Komori protested, though he angled his head to let his mate inspect his claim.

Suna laughed. “Well,” he said, resting his head on the futon again and reaching up to tuck Komori’s hair behind his ear, “It’s true that I’ve been alive for a long, long time.” His fingers stroked his scalp and his thumb brushed his temple. “It did get lonely, waiting for you. But nothing ever felt like you do.”

“How did you know I would come?”

Komori stared at him and saw nothing but devotion.

“As gods,” Suna continued, petting him gently, “We don’t know when or where our destined mates will appear. But when they come into this world, we sense it, immediately. I saw your soul. Like a little star.” He kissed his nose. “I came to your village as soon as I found you.”

“What if they didn’t agree? To let you have me?”

Suna grinned. “I would have saved the valley, anyways. It’s where you would grow up. I wouldn’t have let harm come to you.”

“What if I don’t like you?”

“Do you not?”

His hand stilled on Komori’s neck. His eyes were worried. Komori shook his head. “I do,” he admitted. “I want to keep being with you.”

“I’d like that,” his husband said, pulling him towards his chest once more. He kissed his forehead and buried his nose in his hair, inhaling deeply, rubbing circles at the base of his spine beneath the cover of silky fur. “We have all the time in the world.”