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Huh?
Miyuki’s brows furrowed with confusion. He was in the midst of packing up his bag, but there was something missing. The white, meshy practice jersey he took off not too long ago was sitting right on the bench by his locker and now it was gone. Miyuki looked back into his bag just to be sure he didn’t pack it up already without realizing, but the shirt was definitely not there, and it hadn’t fallen on the ground underneath the bench, either.
He scratched his head as he frowned. That was odd—the jersey was dirty from practice and it likely stunk with sweat, so he didn’t know why anyone would take it unless it was by pure accident.
“Oi, did anyone see my practice jersey?” Miyuki asked after a moment to the guys immediately surrounding him. They paused to look over at him, then started glancing around their area. “I swore it was right here, and now it’s like it disappeared.”
“I didn’t see anything,” Maezono answered, though he checked his bag anyway, just to be sure. Kuramochi leaned down towards his belongings and gave them a sniff, then stood upright with a shrug.
“My bag only has my own pheromones, so I know I don’t have it,” Kuramochi told him. The others sniffed their bags as well, but the results were all the same. It was strange that the jersey seemed to vanish into thin air, but Miyuki could always get another one. Besides, if it had accidentally made its way inside someone else’s bag undetected, it’s not like it would go anywhere besides the Seidou dorms. The shirt would turn up and come back to him eventually.
“Oh, well,” Miyuki said, mostly to himself, as he zipped up his bag and slung the strap over his shoulder.
***
Sawamura was panting, eyes wide and face flushed, as he clutched a certain stolen artifact against his chest with a trembling hand. His back was pinned to the door of his room, which he’d slammed shut after racing there like a thief in the night.
What have I done!? Sawamura wanted to scream with embarrassment. He let out a mortified squeak as he looked down at his own guilty hands to observe what he had stolen. A practice jersey that was not his own was crumpled in his grasp, and Sawamura held it tight like it was worth millions. He hadn’t even been thinking as he snuck by, swiped it, and bolted out of the locker room before anyone noticed his weird behavior. It was like he was possessed by some strange urge, something that didn’t make logical sense, but he went through with it anyway!
Now that Sawamura had sole ownership of Miyuki Kazuya’s jersey and he was completely alone, he didn’t know what to do with himself. His heart was pounding from the thrill of his steal and he was still shaking from the adrenaline of booking it, fueled by his fear of getting caught. His face burned hot as he looked down at the incriminating fabric, then brought it slightly closer to his face.
Who was he kidding—he knew exactly why he’d stolen Miyuki’s jersey. Sawamura’s heat was starting in a week and he was getting the urge to nest.
What was most embarrassing about this, however, was that omegas tended to nest with clothes and soft objects scented by their mate, not a totally-out-of-their-league team captain, cleanup and catcher. Sawamura’s yearning was not going to be requited, he was sure of that, so he knew it was a bad idea to cave into his omegan instincts and nest with Miyuki’s clothes—and yet there he was, still doing it anyway. Seriously, how much more humiliating could this get for him!?
It’s not like Sawamura was very far in his nest-building, but now that he had Miyuki’s jersey in his clutches, the urge to start forming the nest properly felt like an itch at his fingertips. He tried to resist the instinctual pull of pressing his face into the fabric, but he quickly realized it was useless, and he ended up groaning as he pushed the jersey up into his nose and breathed in deeply.
“Mmh…!” Sawamura shivered, face flushing as his knees went weak. Miyuki’s scent was always so delectable, but there was something special about the pheromones he released during practice. Miyuki was at the height of his masculinity when on the field, doing things like throwing the ball back at Sawamura and commanding another pitch. He always was flexing his muscles, teeth gritted and jaw clenched tight as he swung his bat over and over. He sent baseballs flying into the fence in what would have been home-runs if they were playing a match.
All the while, perspiration dripped down his temples and between his shoulder-blades, leaving his clothes damp from sweat. It might have been gross to others who weren’t athletes, but to a hardworking baseball team, sweat was an indicator that they were truly working their bodies. On top of that, to Sawamura, Miyuki’s sweat only made his pheromones stronger. Those pheromones then doused his clothes in a more powerful alpha scent.
It was an understatement to say that the increased potency of Miyuki’s scent did things to Sawamura’s ability to focus. Usually he was able to handle himself, but this close to his heat, the task was nearly impossible. He could hardly ever get close to Miyuki, too entranced and dazed by his powerful scent to focus on anything Miyuki would be saying to him. All he could do was stare at Miyuki’s broad shoulders, his sharp jawline, the way he somehow managed to tower over Sawamura while only being a few centimeters taller…
Sawamura let out a soft whimper as he greedily sniffed at the jersey in his hands. He felt feverish in seconds and his breaths came out short and shaky; he almost felt like he was in heat already. It wasn’t fair how Miyuki’s scent always blurred his mind and made him forget what it was he was doing. He slid onto the ground, back still pressed against the door, as his heart pounded loudly in his ears. He kept breathing in, addicted to the way the alpha’s scent caused a smooth, warm sensation to trickle down his spine.
The jersey was almost perfect, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, it was only the start. Sawamura needed more.
***
Miyuki was beginning to think he was going crazy. A few days ago, when he did his laundry and brought the basket back to his room to unfold everything he’d washed, he swore he was missing a good chunk of his load. He wasn’t missing any socks, which tended to be the type of clothing that went missing most often. No, instead he noticed a loss of shirts, a hoodie, and even a few pairs of underwear. Miyuki backtracked his path to and from the laundry room just to check if he dropped anything, but there was not a single missing article of clothing found on the ground.
He looked inside his closet to check that he hadn’t started totally losing it, and it was true—his red hoodie, his white-and-red baseball shirt, three other t-shirts, one of his button-down shirts that went with his uniform, and two pairs of underwear were gone. The practice jersey he seemed to misplace almost a week ago was still missing, too, and he lost track of the towel he was using to wipe down his sweat after practice yesterday. Even one of his dark blue compression shirts had vanished in the locker room. Luckily he had enough of those to not worry about one going missing, but seriously? How much more was going to mysteriously vanish in the span of a few days?
Miyuki was growing suspicious. The jersey going missing could have been brushed off, but the rest was far too strange to be ignored. He started to wonder not what was taking away his clothes, but rather, who. The only explanation to these odd occurrences was that someone was taking his clothes and Miyuki had to figure out why.
Miyuki was puzzled since he didn’t think anyone was mad at him, and stealing his dirty clothes was a strange way to express anger towards someone, anyway. It could be a prank, which was his first guess and something he decided to bring up with Kuramochi the following morning in class.
“Care to explain your weird method of pranking me?” Miyuki asked as he sat down at his desk, eyeing Kuramochi from where his friend was leaning against the window. He was sucking on a lollipop, which he pulled from his lips as he squinted down at Miyuki. Before he could answer, Miyuki continued to accuse him. “What’s your aim, huh? To take everything one by one until I have to run outside stark naked, looking for clothing?”
“The hell are you talkin’ about?” Kuramochi muttered, then stuck the lollipop back in his mouth. “I don’t want to see you naked any more than I already have to in the bath, jeez. I know we’re close but it’s not like that.”
“I can’t tell if you’re playing dumb or just being honest,” Miyuki admitted. He frowned as he studied Kuramochi’s expression, for Kuramochi certainly looked confused and annoyed with Miyuki’s accusation. Still, Kuramochi could be a really good actor when he wanted to be, so Miyuki still had his doubts. “You’re saying you have no idea about my disappearing clothes?”
“No goddamn clue,” Kuramochi scoffed. “You’re blaming me for nothing. Anyway, what’s going on with your clothes?” He paused as a gleam of concern crossed his eyes. “Like… they’re turning transparent or they’re going missing?”
“Missing, obviously,” Miyuki snickered with a shake of his head. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand and sighed before explaining himself to Kuramochi. “I’m convinced that someone is taking my clothes, but I have no idea why they’d do that. The first thought that came to mind was a prank and I don’t know who else would try to prank me besides you.”
“Weird,” Kuramochi said, eyes drifting off elsewhere. “Well, I don’t know anything, but I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
“Thanks.” Miyuki frowned now that he was back at square one. The teacher entered their classroom and Kuramochi took his seat, leaving Miyuki to try and solve the puzzle all on his own. If it wasn’t Kuramochi trying to trick him, then who else would steal his clothes?
More importantly, why?
***
Heaven. This was heaven, Sawamura was sure of that. He was grinning like the cat who got the cream as he stretched out in his nest, rolling around on the clothing he’d gathered. He purred so loudly that surely the next room could hear him, pleased that he was able to cover himself in the scent of the alpha that clung to the fabric. His favorite was the underwear he’d snatched, which never failed to turn him on in seconds. He grabbed the nearest pair and stuffed his face into the crotch area, releasing a needy sigh in response to the heavy, potent scent that came right from that spot.
His nest was almost complete now with so many deliciously scented objects lined along its perimeter. All he needed were a few more pillows and the alpha himself.
Except Sawamura hadn’t gotten far at all when it came to figuring out what he was actually going to do.
It was his first heat away from home and the second he would ever have in his life—of course he was too embarrassed to bring up the awkward subject to the Coach or any other adult, even though he knew that was expected behavior. Hell, he had no plan of how to make Miyuki his mate, or at least his heat partner. The thought of actually confessing to him had Sawamura terrified, so he figured he could just jack off in his nest for a few days and hope that would be enough to keep the aches and pains down to a minimum.
Then there was the second issue—Kuramochi. At least Sawamura only had one roommate now since Masuko had moved out, but where was Kuramochi supposed to go while Sawamura dealt with his heat?
Just as he was thinking about this problem, the door to their room opened and Kuramochi himself stepped inside. He froze and stared at Sawamura with a disgusted expression, causing Sawamura to wonder why until he remembered that he still had Miyuki’s underwear covering half of his face.
Shit—! Sawamura’s cheeks burned scarlet and he yelped, throwing the underwear off his face in a panic. It was too late to hide what he’d been doing, but Sawamura still desperately tried to cover up his tracks anyhow.
“D-Don’t tell Miyuki-senpai!” Sawamura cried out, curled up tightly as he quivered from shame. “I swear it’s only temporary! I’ll give everything back to him once my heat’s over, I promise! I-It’s only for now! My omega instincts went out of control and I can’t help it, I’m not some perverted freak! You gotta believe me, Kuramochi-senpai!”
“Alright, alright, relax!” Kuramochi shouted over Sawamura’s wailing as he closed the door behind him. “I haven’t said anything! Take deep breaths, Sawamura. God, it stinks in here.” Kuramochi pinched his nose and scowled as he looked up at Sawamura in his nest, where he cowered amongst a pile of clothes that mostly belonged to Miyuki. “Look, I’m not judging you because you have Miyuki’s clothes, I could care less. Just—a heads up about your heat coming up soon would have been nice.”
“Sorry…” Sawamura felt like a total idiot now. He was such a mess and he had no idea what to do with himself now. His eyes watered as he turned his beet-red face downwards, so embarrassed he thought he might die, and Kuramochi panicked at the sight of him tearing up.
“I-It’s fine, it’s fine!” Kuramochi insisted. He sighed as he scratched at the back of his neck. “Ah, shit, what the hell am I supposed to do? I’ve got no experience with something like this!” After pacing around a bit and muttering to himself, Kuramochi paused. “You, uh…” He fidgeted, cheeks coloring as he looked around the room awkwardly. “You don’t want anyone as a heat partner besides Miyuki, right?”
Sawamura felt his blush deepen at the implication hidden within Kuramochi’s words. He felt touched that Kuramochi would even consider such a thing, but Kuramochi was right that Sawamura wanted no one to mate with him besides Miyuki. He nodded quietly in response.
“Right,” Kuramochi said with a sigh of relief. “Okay, uh, cool, I got it. I can talk to him for you if you need me to, but when’s your heat gonna start? It must be soon right? I mean, it smells pretty strong in here…”
“It’s…” Sawamura hesitated as he took a moment to focus on his own body. Sure enough, Sawamura felt boiling hot and uneasy—exactly what he had feared. “Argh, this is bad! It’s started already!” Sawamura flopped back against his nest with a desperate whimper. “I waited too long and now I don’t know what to do!”
“Fuck, okay, I’ll figure something out, just sit tight and I—” Kuramochi started to say, but just then, a voice spoke from outside the closed door.
“Sawamura? Is that you in there?”
Gasping, Sawamura sat upright with his eyes wide open. Kuramochi whipped his head to the door, equally as startled, and the two of them shared a moment of tense silence.
“Well, that timing was a little too good to be true,” Kuramochi muttered, then spoke up louder so Miyuki could hear him. “One second!”
Sawamura watched with bated breath as Kuramochi quickly grabbed something to wear, a few essentials, and a drink from the fridge. Was he preparing to spend the night elsewhere? Kuramochi then walked over to the door and placed his hand on the handle. He looked up at Sawamura from where he was still hiding in the sanctuary of his nest, making sure to meet his gaze as he nodded.
“I was gonna do more to help, but I think it’s best to let you two handle it from here,” Kuramochi said, then gestured a salute towards Sawamura as he opened the door. He helped clear the tense atmosphere a bit when he flashed a playful grin and said, “Good luck!”
“Wha— senpai!” Sawamura called out, though his protests died in his throat when he saw Kuramochi shoulder past the alpha Sawamura really wanted to see—Miyuki.
As soon as Miyuki stepped into the room, giving a confused look over his shoulder at Kuramochi’s departure, he tensed up with realization. Just one whiff was enough to tell Miyuki what was going on, and he quickly closed the door, looking pale and unsure of what to do. Then, his eyes lowered to the items gathered around Sawamura, all gathered together atop his bed.
“So that’s where my clothes have gone to,” Miyuki said, and just hearing those words pulled a flustered whine from Sawamura’s lips.
“I-I’m sorry, I really am, I just couldn’t control it!” Sawamura explained as he turned his face away, cowering from Miyuki’s inevitable disgust. “With my heat coming up and your scent being so strong and… and so good, I just—I didn’t know what came over me. I need your scent all around me to feel safe…” Sawamura’s heart was pounding so loudly that he didn’t notice the way Miyuki stepped closer, and he only continued to ramble nervously in the presence of the alpha he wanted. “I didn’t mean to be creepy or have you find out this way about how all this time I—”
Sawamura froze and turned back towards him quickly, only just then noticing that Miyuki had moved from the bedroom door. Now, Miyuki was standing right by the side of his bed with his hands gripping either side of the bunk-bed ladder.
“You what?” Miyuki prompted, eyes gleaming in the low light of the room. Earlier, Sawamura had drawn the curtains shut and was content with the dim atmosphere. It put him in the mood to start nesting and he didn’t think about how odd his behavior might appear to anyone else until Kuramochi came back to the room. Now that he was aware of the darkness again, he gulped at the sight of Miyuki’s expression, somehow much more intense when partially concealed in shadow.
“I…” Sawamura grew anxious, torn between inching away from Miyuki and crawling towards him. He sat securely inside his nest, painfully aware of how fast the temperature rose, as he tried to think of what to say. He gripped onto the hem of the red hoodie that he stole from Miyuki, which was all he wore besides his underwear, to try and steady himself.
He supposed it was now or never. Sawamura was literally cornered, so he had to say something. He swallowed down his fear and blurted out the truth just to get it over with, like ripping the band-aid off to avoid enduring the pain.
“I like you, Miyuki Kazuya!!” Sawamura admitted, closing his eyes as he let himself confess in a rush of nervous rambling. “I always have, since the day we met, a-and… and I want you as my mate, even though I know there’s no chance! It’s why my omegan instincts gravitate towards you and your scent! It’s why I couldn’t stop myself from taking your clothes, too…” Sawamura bowed his head, taking on a submissive position despite how he was technically elevated above Miyuki on the upper bunk. “This Sawamura Eijun humbly apologizes for his selfish behavior!!”
“Sawamura,” Miyuki suddenly said, voice rough as he took a step up by placing one foot on the lowest rung of the ladder. “Can I come up there?”
“Huh?” Sawamura sat upright, eyes round with shock. “Like—you mean…?”
“In your nest, yes, just let me—” Miyuki took another step up, which was when Sawamra noticed the intensity of his grip on the bed frame. His knuckles were white and his muscles were tense, like he was barely holding himself back from pouncing. Miyuki’s jaw was clenched tight and his eyes appeared to shine the color of amber as he stared into Sawamura’s eyes, waiting for any sign of resistance. When he didn’t get one, he carefully said, “You won’t stop me?”
“O-Of course not! I was— wah!” Sawamura said, and though he was going to say more, he didn’t get the chance to. A surprised yelp came from his lips as Miyuki hoisted himself up onto Sawamura’s mattress, then crawled over the edge of the nest to put himself right in Sawamura’s personal space. Sawamura’s heart started to race and he whined—the combined scent and image of the alpha he desired in his nest was making Sawamura’s head spin. He instinctively laid down onto his back and spread his legs, showing the shape of his cock and balls in his underwear along with the small, but growing visible spot of slick over his hole.
“Fuck,” Miyuki breathed, sounding gutted as he looked down at what Sawamura was showing off to him. He didn’t hesitate to come closer, only stopping once he was between Sawamura’s legs and his hips were pressed down onto Sawamura. Feeling the weight of the alpha he wanted so badly combined with the shape of his thick erection made Sawamura squirm, so he latched up onto Miyuki, arms and legs hooking around his body.
“Dammit, you better take responsibility for doing this to me, you four-eyed bastard…!” Sawamura demanded until his voice trailed off in an embarrassing whimper. He hid his burning face in the crook of Miyuki’s neck and took advantage of the position by rubbing his temple along Miyuki’s scent gland, still unable to get enough of his rich, subtly spicy cinnamon-like scent.
“That’s what I’m doing,” Miyuki said to him, balancing his weight on one powerful arm while the other was left free for him to touch Sawamura. He petted down Sawamura’s side, stroking the fabric of his own hoodie from where it hung loosely on Sawamura’s frame. “Let’s talk more later, but for now, I want to make one thing clear to you.”
Miyuki pulled back enough so he could meet Sawamura’s dazed, glossy eyes, catching his attention before the omega was totally lost in the throes of his heat. Sawamura held back a needy whine at the sight of Miyuki’s stern, unwavering gaze—he looked mad and for some reason, his angry expression really turned Sawamura on.
“I’m upset that you think I don’t want you,” Miyuki said, “because it means I’ve been doing a terrible job at flirting with you.”
“You… you’ve been flirting with me!?” Sawamura yelled, managing to raise his voice to its usual volume despite his current state. Miyuki lifted a hand to cup it over Sawamura’s mouth, a gesture that shouldn’t have aroused Sawamura as much as it did. He immediately shrank back, holding down a moan from the feeling of being silenced.
“Like I said, we’ll talk more later,” Miyuki insisted. His firm expression slipped away in favor of a familiar, clever smirk that never failed to make Sawamura feel weak in the knees. His voice lowered as he leaned in close and purred, “For now, let me take responsibility for what I’ve done to you, just like you asked me to do. Deal?”
Sawamura gulped, cheeks feeling hot to the touch, and nodded underneath the pressure of Miyuki’s palm.
“Good boy,” Miyuki said, leaving Sawamura no time to react to the praise before replacing his hand with his lips instead.
***
Miyuki really didn’t expect today to be his lucky day considering how things have gone lately. His clothes were going missing, Sawamura was avoiding him like the plague, and no one was telling him if he did something wrong. Now, he was finally kissing the boy of his dreams, grinding against him through their clothes and touching his smooth skin from underneath the fabric of his own hoodie. The omega he loved was wearing his clothes, going into heat because of his scent, and he was letting Miyuki mount him and become his mate.
Seriously, could it get any better than this? Miyuki was intoxicated by Sawamura’s powerful heat-scent within seconds of breathing it in, but now he was fully hard, throbbing, and more than eager to bury himself and his swelling knot into Sawamura’s inviting hole. He had to use all the strength in his body to hold himself back from just shoving Sawamura down and taking him on the spot, but once Sawamura allowed him inside his nest and instantly presented, he knew he had Sawamura’s consent.
God, Sawamura really was such a good boy.
“M-Miyu— hnnh!” Sawamura stammered nervously, hips jolting up when Miyuki’s hand slid into his underwear and started to stroke his leaking cock. His words were ticklish and warm against Miyuki’s mouth, and Miyuki couldn’t resist pecking him over and over again. His lips were just so soft and sweet that Miyuki couldn’t get enough, and his urge to make the pretty omega beneath him come undone was what fueled Miyuki’s confidence.
“You have no—” Miyuki said, voice laced with a subtle growl as he kissed down Sawamura’s jaw, “ —fucking idea—” When he reached Sawamura’s neck, he nipped at the sensitive skin there at the same time that his grasp around Sawamura’s cock tightened possessively. “—how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“R-Really? You— ah! Senpai—” Sawamura could hardly get a word out, too flustered by Miyuki yanking his underwear down so there was nothing in his way any longer. He pushed Sawamura’s hoodie—technically owned by Miyuki—up as high as he could before moving down to kiss and suck on his chest, lavishing attention on his hardening nipples. He was high on the adrenaline of touching the omega’s cock, his soft little balls, his smooth perineum and finally…
“I love when you call me that,” Miyuki admitted, breath ticklish on Sawamura’s cute pink nipple while he plunged two fingers inside him at once. As Sawamura gasped, Miyuki laughed, his voice a husky timbre as he said, “‘Senpai.’ It’s about damn time you showed me some respect.”
Sawamura’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes glistening from pleasured tears and hips shaking from overwhelming pleasure. Miyuki didn’t hesitate to finger him, nice and rough and fast, getting straight to the point of stretching him open. Besides, Sawamura’s heat was demanding and Miyuki wasn’t going to make him wait, not yet; they had time to play with concepts like patience. Miyuki would be sure to train him better in the future, but for now, he was determined to spoil his needy omega.
“Yes, yesyesyes, alpha, alpha p-please just— hn!” Sawamura begged, rocking his body in such a sensual way to encourage Miyuki’s fingers into reaching deeper inside him. Miyuki was amazed by the ease in which his fingers slipped right in, aided by the omega’s natural dilated hole and the generous amount of slick gushing around the digits. He was a walking wet dream, making Miyuki feel like he just won the damn lottery.
“Actually, I might like that even better,” Miyuki corrected as he pulled his fingers out, quickly reaching down to expose his own aching erection. As he stroked his thick, heavy girth from the tip down to the base, he released a pleased growl and pinned Sawamura down with the pressure of his weight. He rubbed the head of his cock on Sawamura’s entrance, smearing his precum with Sawamura’s slick as he clarified what he had been saying before, “It feels special when you call me ‘alpha.’”
“A-Ahh…!”
If Sawamura meant to say ‘alpha’ again, he didn’t manage to get the whole word out before the air was practically punched out of him. His entire body tensed, seized up and twitched the moment Miyuki pushed himself inside, accidentally bottoming out on the first thrust. Even Miyuki was gutted by the feeling, for he had underestimated the strength Sawamura would have to suck him in like that. He was so wet and so desperate that he had pulled Miyuki in rather than the other way around, for Miyuki hadn’t thrust with that much force. At least, not enough to warrant fully penetrating Sawamura in one fell swoop.
“Shit—so tight,” Miyuki groaned, marveling at how Sawamura’s body could squeeze him so delightfully while accepting him inside just as easily. There was no sign of pain on Sawamura’s face, only pure bliss as he whined, the sound unusually high-pitched and demure. Miyuki was astonished by the seductive nature of omegas now that he was buried balls-deep inside of one, and he released a short laugh of disbelief as he adjusted to the feeling of Sawamura’s heat all around him.
“Knot, alpha, senpai,” Sawamura begged, fingers curling demandingly in the fabric of Miyuki’s shirt and in his hair, tugging and pulling to spur him into action. “Miyuki-senpai, knot me…!”
“At this rate,” Miyuki gritted out, now having enough control to start moving his hips, “you’ll get it real soon, omega.”
It was true—Miyuki was not able to last long, not when everything felt like paradise on earth. Fucking Sawamura was better than all his fantasies combined, with the omega clinging to him and crying out the sweetest sounds Miyuki had ever heard. He was so warm and wet inside, providing the perfect passage to fuck his knot into, and his flexibility made it possible for Miyuki to indulge in so many aspects of his body at once. His hands didn’t know where to settle, roaming from the swell of his hips to the dip of his waist, to the pretty little nipples on his chest and down to his plump thighs. Sawamura was a dream come true.
He was impressed that the bunk managed to support them without collapsing considering how hard Miyuki started to fuck him, pounding his hips into Sawamura’s with all his might to pull out the orgasm his omega needed. He reached down and started jerking Sawamura’s little cock off at the same time, stroking him with fast, rough pumps of his wrist until white strands of cum came bursting from Sawamura’s tiny slit.
So cute, Miyuki thought, feverish and entranced with the sight of Sawamura’s orgasm unfolding right in front of him. So cute, so cute, so cute…
Cumming had never been easier in his life. Miyuki swore no climax could top the one he just had; his head was lost in the clouds and his body never felt better. He emptied himself out inside Sawamura’s perfect ass while his knot expanded and plugged him up, just like Sawamura wanted, and eventually released a deep sigh of contentment once it was all over.
Except… when Miyuki glanced down at their bodies, he froze at the sight of Sawamura’s cock, hard and perked back up again.
Eh?
“Wahaha!” Sawamura let out an exuberant laugh, practically switching personalities from a needy omega to the usual loud-mouthed Sawamura Eijun in seconds. “You didn’t think you were off the hook that easily, did you, Miyuki Kazuya? Last time, I went four rounds before my heat symptoms subsided on the first day, and I didn’t even have a mate! You have to keep up!”
“Four?” Miyuki wheezed, wondering if his own refractory period could keep up.
Just then, Sawamura giggled and gave him a kittenish smile, eyes gleaming with a playfulness that spurred Miyuki on. At the sight of Sawamura’s expression, Miyuki felt his cock twitch from where it was still buried inside of him, already showing interest at the prospect of going again. He shuddered, amazed at his own libido so soon after finishing.
Well, maybe Miyuki had no reason to worry, after all. He smiled and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to Sawamura’s smiling lips, moving forward to push his knot deeper in the process.
“I think I’m up for the challenge,” Miyuki whispered, “just for you.”
Sawamura’s answering purr was the very definition of pleased.