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There weren’t many people at the table. Most of the team had opted to eat in the courtyard, but Bokuto and Akaashi had decided to get lunch from the cafeteria. Which seems to have been a terrible decision.
A boy had sat down with them almost immediately and started an animated conversation with Bokuto.
They weren't officially mated yet (Akaashi didn’t want them to rush things), so he should have expected this. Especially since whenever they go out, omegas and alphas alike stared as Bokuto passed, the omegas out of want or appreciation and the alphas out of annoyance or envy, generally. But with the way Bokuto acts around him, constantly wanting to be around him and constantly calling out his name, he didn’t think he’d have to deal with this sort of thing. Not at school. Akaashi’s quite sure the whole school knows that they’re together at this point, he knows they're not subtle with their relationship (Bokuto insists that Akaashi sit in his lap during most lunch periods- not for anything sexual, he’s just really doting- and they walk each other to their classes, dropping the other off at class on the way to their own and giving each other a small parting kiss each time).
But this boy was blatantly flirting with his courtmate. Bokuto didn’t realise this, but it was extremely obvious to everyone paying attention. Which was more than there needed to be, but many were drawn to Bokuto’s loud personality and Akaashi’s apparent beauty.
The boy was very different from Akaashi with short, straight black hair and brown eyes. The way he held himself was also unalike; he seemed more similar to Bokuto in terms of personality, but Akaashi couldn’t tell if that was because he was trying to win over Bokuto’s affections or if he was actually like that. Akaashi wasn’t feeling insecure over the boy, really, just vague annoyance at his unneeded presence during their lunch.
The boy was blinking more than necessary in an attempt to seem seductive. Bokuto, of course, wasn’t paying attention to this, more focused on rambling about his amazing spiking abilities and how his setter was so beautiful when he played. Akaashi saw the boy, a fellow second year (likely a transfer if he had not known of Akaashi and Bokuto’s relationship beforehand) huff slightly at how focused Bokuto’s attention was on his setter, who has yet to be named.
Akaashi was irritated, steadying his breath with concentrated attention so as to not make Bokuto worry. Akaashi didn’t appreciate it when other omegas dismissed his and Bokuto’s relationship to try and gain a mate from someone that was already taken.
And for a while Akaashi was fine with keeping up his calm facade. Then the boy started releasing pheromones. Pheromones that were sexual and were only let out when you had the intention of mating. Akaashi only has unlimited patience when it comes to one person and that person is Bokuto. This boy does not fall under that category.
Akaashi isn’t usually one for doing suggestive things in front of others. Many couples do, but Akaashi had never felt the need to.
Akaashi lightly tugs at Bokuto’s sleeve and Bokuto’s head snaps towards him, his nose scrunched up in discomfort from the stifling scent the boy secreted. Akaashi tilts his head to the side and bares his throat. Bokuto’s eyes flutter while he’s frozen from confusion before they widen and he raises an eyebrow. Akaashi isn’t shy or anything, but he’s usually much less open about his affection. He prefers to keep things like this, such intimate scenting, away from public eyes. This was atypical behavior for him.
Bokuto makes and holds direct eye contact with Akaashi for a few seconds before leaning down and dragging the tip of his nose gently across Akaashi’s skin, from his collarbone to right behind his ear. Bokuto’s mouth drops open a bit as he does it again, panting against Akaashi’s skin.
Akaashi runs his hand up Bokuto’s back to cup the back of his neck, his other hand gripping harder onto his sleeve, clutching it between his fingers. Akaashi’s chest shakes as he purrs softly. More people are watching them now so he closes his eyes.
Things like this were common in their society, but no one had expected someone as conservative as Akaashi to join in with the crowd. They were an attractive, powerful couple. They were interesting to pay attention to.
Bokuto stops at Akaashi’s glands, placed where his neck and shoulder connect. Bokuto lets out a small, quiet growl, a growl meant to comfort an omega, his omega. He knew that Akaashi was uneasy from all the attention. He opens his mouth wider to tenderly lick over Akaashi’s scent glands. Akaashi’s scent becomes enticing and aroused, naturally and without force as Bokuto digs his tongue into each ridge of his scent gland.
Akaashi gasps quietly and opens his eyes, ignoring most of the room and centered his gaze onto the boy sitting beside them over Bokuto’s shoulder. Bokuto’s eyes had shut so Akaashi tilted his head to the side further. Bokuto would assume that he wanted more attention, which was Akaashi’s intention. While he did want more attention from his courtmate, what he really wanted was to stare the other boy down as his partner lapped attentively at his neck.
The other boy was breathing heavily from arousal and frustration. He caught Akaashi’s eyes and glared until Akaashi’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.
The boy got up and left.
Mission Accomplished.