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It was so hot.
So unbearably hot as if the room has been set ablaze with the livest fire while the air became denser and denser with every next minute. Each inhale felt suffocating. Each move truly burned. Each touch set more of his skin on fire.
Osamu hurriedly took off his shirt, throwing it carelessly somewhere behind his back. Struggling with his sweatpants, he could swear he was about to melt into the overwhelming warmness right then and there.
A quiet cuss escaped past his lips. Or maybe it wasn’t said out loud in the end? He wasn’t sure anymore, everything fused into some kind of a blur.
It all started that morning, late morning, only a few hours earlier. Slowly, almost unhurriedly, simply with just a funny tingling sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his lower body. Ever since it first appeared, the flame has been constantly building in his abdomen, lazily radiating up to his chest, spreading into his limbs, overtaking his head only to leisurely steal most of his clarity. Even to the point where his head started spinning, legs shaking as if they were made out of cotton candy. His breath lost its regularity long ago, skin became so itchy that wearing even the lightest clothes seemed impossible to bear.
Omega bit his lower lip to stifle a pathetic mewl that was uncontrollable to refrain at this point.
Why?! His heat wasn’t even supposed to start that day!
Osamu swallowed hard. His pre-heat lasted only a day so far, how was that possible for the first wave to arrive so early when it shouldn’t?
It did, somehow it did. Kitsune wouldn’t mistake the symptoms for anything else. They were almost too obvious, too well-know to be misinterpreted. He has always considered himself too old to be taken aback by something so trivial as simple heat, how come he missed the timing this time?
Omega involuntarily gave out a broken mewl as he desperately tried to get rid of the remaining underwear. Sliding it down his thighs, he noticed it was already wet- no, rather drenched with slick.
Fuck.
Having tossed it somewhere along other clothes, kitsune instantly crawled up on the bed to hide in the safe space of his own nest. Only after feeling the soft materials under his skin, he allowed his whole body to relax.
His nest wasn’t anything special or exquisite this time, since kitsune hasn’t got enough time to finish it properly. It consisted only of a few most cozy pieces of clothing, but being in it instantly calmed down his omegan instincts. At least a bit.
Osamu practically burried himself in between the piles. Letting out a shallow exhale, he impatiently nuzzled into one of the fluffy sweaters previously tugged into the nest. Pressing the yellowish material to his nostrils, he finally managed to pick up the smell he realized he has been missing so badly. The faint trace of him.
Rintarou.
Kitsune’s whole body shivered uncontrollably as if it didn’t belong to him anymore.
“Oh, fuck-“ he whispered, feeling how his slicked hole clenched on nothing.
Not even seconds later, dull itching pain aggressively blossomed on both sides of his neck forcing him to throw his head backwards while his abdominal muscles spasmed suddenly, causing sharp clamping pain to spread in his pelvis.
Osamu knew it would be much better to let the heat take over naturally instead of fighting against it, otherwise the wave would only last longer and be way more exhausting. Almost instinctively, he spread his legs wide apart and put his hand forward, tracing it over his torso and lower, down his abs, to finally let it rest upon his erected and already aching cock. Moaning quietly, Osamu gave himself a few slow strokes.
Fuck, it somehow felt good and was simultaneously not enough. Not even close to being enough.
Not eager to stop his previous doings, omega placed his other hand right on his slicked entrance, instantly circling his fingers over the pulsating rim, caressing his prostate through the perineum.
“Fuck-“ he murmured quietly again, trying to breathe steadily, before adding some pressure with his fingers.
Feeling the amount of slick that momentarily gushed out of his hole, Osamu gathered it onto his fingers and hurriedly pushed two of them inside, throwing his head back again.
He knew his body by heart, knew where and how to touch himself to feel good, but right now it so far from satisfying his needs.
Pressing his face into the yellowish sweater again, a desperate mewl escaped omega’s lips.
“Rin-“
Osamu would give everything up only to have his lover close right now. To have Rintarou in his nest, to inhale the musky scent of his skin, to touch him and most importantly to be touched, kissed, caressed, fucked.
Imagining all that, omega whined too desperate to care about how he started working his fingers faster and more firmly, pushing them deeper with each shove. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his cheek into that one sweater, breathing in the lingering trace of his lover’s smell mixed with the light scent of his cologne.
That made his thoughts run wild as he started imagining how Rintarou would be right next to him, doing all of the most inappropriate things to his body and he would secretly love those. Yes, he would certainly love the slow mean teasing, all of the unnecessarily excessive kisses or bites Rintarou loved to place on his body, making him go crazy with lust, before actually focusing on the parts omega wanted to be touched the most. Only then Rintarou would finally undress, spread Osamu’s legs violently or put him in the most shameless position, exposing every part of him there was to expose, and finally fuck kitsune into the mattress making him moan and cry from sheer pleasure. Doing all that, Rin would whisper the loveliest words right into his ear only to make Osamu shiver with the amount of tenderness and love.
Stupid Rin! Why was he not there right now? Why did he take up a new commission on the exact same day Osamu’s heat started? Why didn’t he foresee it would start out of nowhere, so that he could stay with his omega?
Osamu moaned loudly at the thought of being Rintarou’s omega.
They couldn’t bond properly, that was undoubtedly true, but Osamu was Rintarou’s just as much as Rin was his. They were lovers for nearly fifty years now, loving, caring, putting so much effort into their relationship. They were simply each other’s, nothing could change the fact.
At this point the wave almost fully consumed the omega as he slowly dived into it with no resistance. He was sure that his pheromones have already filled the room completely with his that characteristic overly intense scent of ripe fruit, but he couldn’t help it. His scent glands we aching terribly, begging to be bitten, and the only thing he could do was to bare them more as if it was supposed to grant him at least some relief. He let out a high whine as he moved his fingers rapidly, each time aiming for his prostate and a little deeper, hooking them over his cervix. Throwing his head back again, he whimpered highly when he finally reached deep enough to drag his fingers just right. With his other hand, he gave himself another few uncoordinated strokes, occasionally pressing his thumb over his slit.
Fuck! It felt good, so good, but it still wasn’t what Osamu wanted at all-
“Enjoying yourself?”
The familiar low and now strangely amused voice sounded in the room, causing an electric shiver to run down kitsune’s spine. With his mind occupied with the haze, Osamu only found the strength to raise his head slowly.
Rintarou was leaning on the wooden door frame, still dressed in some casual blouse and motorcycle pants, and Osamu freaking knew he wanted those off right away. His inner omega demanded Rintarou to come and take care of the kitsune, screaming at Osamu to present for his lover. With the last string of his remaining resolution, Osamu bit on his lower lip, desperately trying to control his raging instincts. Although, he let himself spread his legs a little wider to show how wet he has been for his lover.
But Rintarou hasn’t moved yet. He stood still with his arms crossed against his broad chest, while his emerald eyes roamed over Osamu’s exposed body. A little teasing smirk ghosted on his lips.
Fuck, he was teasing the omega. His omega. How could he?!
“Rin, please-“ kitsune tried to whisper coherently, but it went out awfully dry. Almost hungry.
Rin must have noticed that, because he chuckled seemingly innocent.
Seemingly since omega has already known that characteristic titter. It was malicious, mean, ready to tease and Osamu secretly loved it that way. He loved Rintarou being harsh in bed and, although he rarely talked about that out loud, his body manifested it clearly.
“I’m here now, baby. Tell me what you want” Rintarou cooed lovingly, still not moving any closer to the bed, causing another whine to be ripped out of omega’s throat.
Osamu wanted everything. Everything and anything his lover was willing to give and he wanted it fucking now. Million thoughts and ideas began running through his mind, but before he could even sort them out and actually think about the answer, he heard himself saying.
“Fuck me- Rin. Breed me.”
Rintarou chuckled again, this time more bitterly as he straightened his back and lazily came up the the bed. His expression didn’t change much. He looked down on the omega with the stoic, a little too bored face, while Osamu was still working his fingers in and out of his slicked hole, moaning quietly, stroking his swollen cock.
Rintarou moved his eyes up and down as if to measure each centimeter of kitsune’s body before licking his lips sensually. Shaking his head with a slight smile, he took off the grey sweater in one smooth motion, revealing his perfectly toned stomach, then chest, broad shoulders and finally arms with those veins visible through his pale skin. Omega shuddered with excitement, imaging how those arms would press him into the mattress, keeping him completely still, unable to escape and how Rintarou would-
Breed me.
It was all of what Osamu could think right now, he and his omegan instincts wanted it so fucking bad.
He felt another wave of the agonizing pain built stronger in his abdomen, almost making him go mad. Just how much he wanted to carry their child.
It was like his biggest dream, but also the worst nightmare. It was impossible and this one fact alone always managed to hurt Osamu on another level. They had discussed it too many times at the beginning of their relationship, kitsune warned Rintarou they wouldn’t ever be able to have kids of their own and it seemed that he himself had accepted the thought. It was just not meant to happen for people and spirits to have offspring, but-
Omega’s body still couldn’t give the idea up, no. The quiet desire of being pregnant, of giving his partner a baby was still present somewhere in the back of his head, based mostly on the primal omegan instincts settled too deep inside of him. It was natural for him to crave that, of course, but it also created silly hope that maybe, just maybe, it was somehow possible.
And he knew it hurt Rintarou the same way it hurt him, although his boyfriend was way better at masking the sorrow. Osamu couldn’t count how many times he had apologized for bringing the pregnancy up to Rintarou, when he was half sober during his heat. Not conscious enough to stop those word from being spoken, but definitely enough to remember them.
A quiet laugh pulled him out of his own thoughts.
“Oh, Osamu. Why are you so needy? You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? Playing with yourself before I could even come home.”
Rintarou shook his head, faking disappointment, as he slowly unzipped his pants letting them fall to the ground. Osamu could swear he almost lost all of the sanity left after seeing the distinct outline of his boyfriend’s already fully erected cock through the thin cotton layer.
“You think you deserve to be fucked? To be bred? What do you say, peach?”
A high cry escaped Osamu’s mouth as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Please! I needta- I need ya” he whined out, pressing his left cheek into the material of Rintarou’s sweater.
Much to his disliking, that only made his boyfriend chuckle lowly again as he kneeled onto the bed and leaned over the omega, still dressed in his remaining underwear. Osamu couldn’t refrain himself from looking at the visible curve in his boxer briefs. He felt his own cock throb, his walls clench on his fingers as soon as he imagined this cock entering his slicked hole.
That was when Rintarou hooked a finger under Osamu’s chin to make him look up.
“My eyes are here, baby” and he lowered himself over Osamu’s body, hovering above the omega like a hungry predator. He unceremoniously kissed Osamu hard and deep, pressing his tongue inside kitsune’s mouth, ripping out a small moan by the action.
Omega wanted to whine once again at him to hurry, to finally screw him forcefully, to bite his neck and do all that, but in the exact same moment he felt two of those thick fingers sliding past his rim along his own.
“Oh, fuck!” omega cried into the kiss as he felt Rintarou’s lips curve into a smirk.
Biting and pulling at kitsune’s lower lip, Rin moved back to break off the kiss.
“You’re so wet, Osamu. I bet you fucked yourself on your fingers imagining it was my dick, huh?” Saying that, he bend his digits just right, pressing them into Osamu’s sweet spot and making the latter throw his head back. Placing a kiss on omega’s swollen scent gland, he added demandingly. “Answer me.”
The tone of his voice made Osamu whimper. He nodded his head maniacally as he felt tears filling his eyes, wetting his eyelashes, running down his temples.
“Yes! I did!”
Rintarou chuckled into his ear.
“Good boy.”
Kitsune felt goosebumps appearing on his skin momentarily. Everything Rintarou did felt so good. Every whisper, touch, caress, kiss mode him almost go completely mad from constantly growing lust.
And he knew Rin was only waiting for that. Making his omega lose sanity in bed was one of his favorite things to do, especially during Osamu’s heat. After all with just a little teasing, omega would do anything for his lover. Even if it required the most dirty or shameless position, it didn’t matter, Osamu would do anything only to get that much needed release. He knew Rintarou would never let such an opportunity go by.
Rin hooked a finger under kitsune’s chin again, so that the latter was forced to look in those deep emerald eyes, as Rintarou whispered sweetly.
“Present for me, omega.”
The demand caused Osamu’s body to shudder violently, slick gush out of his entrance, glands ache more.
Rintarou wasn’t an alpha, but his voice alone managed to have a very similar influence. It made Osamu almost completely unable to disobey.
God, he even wanted to follow those orders.
Pulling his fingers out, Osamu distinctly felt how his hole pulsated, craving to be filled once again. Pushing that desire into the back of his head, kitsune turned over and laid onto his upper body. Chest pressed into the mattress, ass up on display and his legs spread only for Rintarou to see.
Minutes or maybe just seconds later, he felt a sharp slap across his ass followed by a fierce squeeze of his muscles.
“I wish you could see yourself like that, baby. You’re such an obedient little vixen. Just for me, yeah?”
Osamu nodded his head immediately, wanting to prove how good he was.
Rintarou leaned over his arched back and began trailing kisses down his spine, simultaneously rubbing his fingers over omega’s pulsating empty hole.
“You’re so wet” he murmured against omega’s hearted skin. “And you smell so damn good. Just like ripe peaches do. It make me want to devour you like that. Can I, baby?”
Omega moaned into the mattress, arching his ass further back into the touch as if he was afraid, Rintarou could disappear in any moment.
“Yesyesyes, please!”
Rin’s hot lips wandered against Osamu’s skin. He felt himself being bitten from time to time, probably hard enough to leave marks all over his soft flesh of his ass and thighs. It felt heavenly, but it also made him whine desperately in want to be bitten somewhere else. Right on his scent gland.
In the meantime, Rintarou circled two of his fingers over Osamu’s entrance before unceremoniously pushing them inside. Deep, all the way in, up to the knuckles.
Osamu gave out a stifled pant as he started moving his fingers in and out skillfully, in a slow but steady pace.
“Rin- please! I want ya s’bad- Fuck me-”
Placing another kiss on kitsune’a lower back, Rin chuckled lowly as he murmured softly.
“Already so impatient, Osamu? Do you want my baby so much?”
The sentence caused omega to mewl as fresh tears filled his eyes, running down his pink cheeks.
Osamu turned his head to the side a little, only to give Rin the unsure and definitely too embarrassed look.
They couldn’t! It was simply impossible, they knew it, Osamu knew it, and yet with every heat Rintarou somehow managed to trick the omega into thinking that maybe, just maybe, they could.
Fuck, Osamu was supposed to be the trickster here when it was always the other way round.
That was when Rintarou suddenly pulled his fingers out and straightened his body, making the omega protest loudly as all of the pleasant warm against Osamu’s skin disappeared. Before kitsune could even turn around to see what his lover was about to do, Rintarou unexpectedly nudged his puffy entrance with his heavy cock and bottomed out in one smooth motion, pressing his hips against the soft flesh of Osamu’s ass.
Omega wanted to moan loudly, lewdly, to show how desperate he was for more, but in that moment Rin put his hand in between kitsune’s shoulder blades and-
He snapped his hips again. Forcefully.
Fuck, it felt way better than in Osamu’s imagination. Being stuffed so full by his lover’s cock, immobilized in such a revealing position and used like a literal fuck toy. All of that caused him to scream, or maybe he just wanted to do so, when Rintarou picked up the pace and began shoving his cock in and out. Hard. Unmercifully. Poking into his cervix, rubbing it with the head, stimulating with each push.
Everything became a blur after that, Osamu felt as if he was floating.
Rintarou kept thrusting his hips unforgivingly against his ass, keeping his hands steadily around kitsune’s small waist and maneuvering his body up to his own liking. That left the omega moaning into the mattress, not being able to protest or basically form any coherent thought.
The feeling of being fuck like an ordinary cock sleeve, completely at Rintarou’s mercy brought him dangerously close to the edge. He wanted to stay like this forever. It was just too perfect and his inner omega preened in pride at having such an amazing mate.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I bet you will be such a perfect mommy for our pup.”
Omega rolled his eyes back uncontrollably at the words. Fuck, how much he loved hearing it. Even if it couldn’t be true, in that moment he let himself believe it somehow was.
Before he could even notice, his upper body was lifted up off the mattress and pressed tightly against his lover’s warm chest. Kitsune tried to turn around and look at his boyfriend, but he was kept locked in place with those strong arms, while a small kiss was placed right on his shoulder.
“Fuck- you’re so perfect, baby. I’m about to cum” Rintarou whispered, dragging his lips up omega’s neck, scratching his teeth gently over the exposed scent gland.
Omega cried out, feeling his own orgasm building up in his abdomen. “Yes! Please, cum inside-“
“Yeah, yeah. I will” Rintarou answered quietly.
Having pressed his lips to omega’s scent gland, he clenched his teeth on it. Enough to pierce the soft skin, but still not able to leave a mark kitsune wanted to wear.
Osamu’s whole body spasmed, vision went completely blank as he came with a wanton moan.
His mind was too clouded with endorphins to register his kitsune form suddenly took over. He didn’t even remember how his tails settled behind Rintarou’s back and pressed him tightly against his own body, not giving him any chance to pull out as he came deep inside, whispering quiet praises into omega’s foxy ear.
And maybe, just maybe, Osamu also didn’t notice how the symptoms of his heat completely subdued for good after that one night.
Osamu suddenly woke up with his heart beating louder than it probably ever did.
He momentarily opened his eyes and sprang up, supporting his upper body on his open palms.
It was just a dream.
An extremely vivid dream of his previous heat, which took place not even three months earlier and now-
Almost automatically, he placed a hand onto his lower abdomen, pressing it against that small bulge.
It was still there, evidently. Osamu was pregnant, there was absolutely no doubt about that.
It felt unbelievable, surreal, almost out of this world. He really got pregnant with the baby, he had been dreaming about for the past five decades. Their baby, his and Rintarou’s.
Osamu took a deep breath. It was only mere three weeks ago that he panicked and immediately went to see Atsumu. Honestly, so much happened since then. Not only the pregnancy has been confirmed, which was a true miracle itself, but he also gather the courage to finally talk to Rintarou. After they explained each misunderstanding in that one simple conversation, kitsune was irrevocably able to enjoy the happiness with the man he loved the most. It still gave Osamu butterflies each time he remembered Rintarou’s sincere smile after seeing the first ultrasound picture. Or the way he gently, almost as if the omega was made of the most delicate glass, kissed his slightly rounded stomach that night. Those little moment filled kitsune’s heart with so much warm, he couldn’t wait to make another memories.
As soon as they got back from Hyogo to their apartment in Tokyo, Rintarou took care of making doctor’s appointment for Osamu. They have both known the spirit medic, trusted him, he was their close friend after all. Scheduling the examination for the following week wasn’t a problem.
The funny thing about time was that it sometimes flew way too fast. The whole week passed so quickly, the day of the appointment was actually-
Today.
In just couple of hours, on top of that. It wasn’t that he didn’t look forward to that, because he certainly did, but-
What if something was wrong with the baby? Why did he have the courage to go to the medic only now? He should have gone there right after the first symptoms appeared!
Osamu shuddered uncontrollably. He tried to stay optimistic, it wasn’t difficult with the amount of joy flowing through his veins, but the nerves were simply eating him up. How could he be so reckless? He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to the baby, because of lack of proper care caused by his own stupidity.
A small shiver ran up his spine as he shook his head. He should concentrate on something else, not overthink instead. Additional nerves wouldn’t do much good anyway.
Osamu sat up on the bed and momentarily regretted that decision, since a wave of sudden morning sickness hit him like a speeding car. He put a hand to his mouth, grabbing a bottle of water from his nightstand. Having taken a few small sips, he let his body fall onto the mattress again, curling up in an embryonic position. Yes, staying like this for a while would be probably for the best.
He slowly reached his phone only to see a message notification from his boss.
Fuck, work. Osamu almost completely forgot he was working his shift in the afternoon. He groaned under his breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job, because he loved it. Being a head cook in a restaurant was one of his dreams, but it was tiring, not to say exhausting at times. Eight hours of standing, walking, slouching could be harsh on his body. What was more, his boss made a lot of indecent jokes and violated Osamu’s personal space on daily basis as if wasn’t considered a crime. According to Rintarou, the old man was simply a total pervert overusing his status as an owner. That was why, Rintarou was nonstop trying to persuade Osamu to open a food place on his own. Unfortunately, the fear of failure stopped kitsune from doing so. Having a restaurant under his own name would be like a dream come true, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He needed to gain some experience first, even if it meant he had to endure annoying boss and all of his weird whims.
Omega sighed into his pillow, throwing his phone over his shoulder. The weather forecast showed estimated fourteen degrees with a lot of sun, at least that was a plus to get out of the bed.
He lazily sat up, kicked off the white duvet and got up. Having grabbed some random black sweatpants and one of Rintarou’s hoodies from their closet, he headed straight to the bathroom.
Pregnancy was such a weird thing when it came to clothes. Never before had Osamu felt such an overwhelming urge to wear Rintarou’s clothes as now. Of course, there were the times of his pre-heats, when he stole his boyfriend’s sweatshirt or sometimes jackets, but it was never to this extend. Now, all of the things he desired to wear belonged to his boyfriend. Even if he tried to put on his own clothes, they just didn’t seemed comfortable. The hell was that even possible?
With a quiet groan, Osamu took off the T-shirt he has been sleeping in, Rintarou’s T-shirt, and went under the warm water stream.
He was done with the shower mere minutes later, so he rushed to put on the hoodie and automatically pressed his face into the material to breath in the lingering trace of his boyfriend’s skin. He even caught himself thinking it would be better if the clothing hadn’t been washed, so that it would smell more like him. Omega shook his head in disbelief. Was he going completely insane?
Walking out of the bathroom, Osamu overheard a quiet shuffling coming from the kitchen. He quickly made the bed, turned on the washing machine and grabbed his phone, ready to head there.
To his surprise, he walked in on Rintarou by the counter. The latter was wearing only a pair of ripped blue jeans and plain black T-shirt, preparing something on a frying pan and simultaneously preparing a flat white with his other hand. Hearing Osamu’s footsteps, he turned around instantly throwing the kitsune a soft smile.
“Good morning, princess. Slept well?”
“Mornin’” Osamu felt his lips curve up on their own. “What are ya doin’ ‘ere?”
A surprised chuckle sounded in the air as Rintarou flipped the toast on the other side.
“Well, I kinda live here” he answered, laughing shortly. “How does it look like, Osamu? I’m making breakfast for you, silly.”
Omega raised a brow suspiciously at that. “Fr’m what? We have nothin’ t’eat, ‘cuz we didn’t have time f’r shoppin’.”
Rin clicked his tongue, placing two plates on the marble counter.
“Yeah, but someone, also know as the best boyfriend in the whole world, woke up earlier just to go to the konbini.”
Osamu scrunched his forehead in confusion. Rintarou has never been the morning lark and even if he did wake up early, he usually laid in bed for a few more hours doing nothing. If he didn’t have to work or unless Osamu kicked him out using strength, that is.
“Ya kiddin’?” kitsune asked doubtfully, scanning his expression.
Rintarou only smiled at that, before turning off the induction hob.
„I thought ya hafta go to work t’day” Osamu commented, when a plate and mug of coffee were seated before him. He eyed the hot drink. It contained the perfect amount of foamed milk, just how he liked it.
“I do” Rin answered dismissively as he poured a black coffee for himself. After a few sips, he added. “I had to take up one urgent commission. The client said it can’t wait, you know? I’m really sorry about not being able to go with you. I should, it’s just-“
Osamu hummed quietly to interrupt, nodding his head. He understood it perfectly, some things were just more urgent then a simple medic appointment, which kitsune was completely capable of doing alone. Another case was that if there were any eventual bad news, he preferred to hear them alone first.
Omega pinched his forearm slightly. There wouldn’t be any bad news, he had to stay optimistic.
In the exact same moment, Rintarou took a seat on the opposite side of the table. He poked Osamu’s arm with his fork, drawing his attentions only to gave him a sincere smile. Omega felt his cheeks heat up so he rolled his eyes, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. They were dating for five decades, why did he blush every time Rin did anything cute?
Rintarou chuckled softly, taking another sip of his coffee.
“I’m working with Sakusa today” he announced casually.
Osamu nodded shortly in acknowledgement before asking. “How did ya manage to persuade ‘im?”
Rin shrugged his shoulders slightly, crossing his arms against his chest, with an amused expression.
“‘Tsumu did. I had never thought it would be possible, but well- I guess he works miracles on his Omi-Omi.”
Osamu couldn’t help, but snort at that. They both found it funny how different Sakusa’s appearance was from how he acted around Atsumu. It seemed as if the two of them were a true match made in heaven.
Omega sighed, biting into his toast.
“I think I’m glad he f’nally found someone wild enough t’keep ‘im decent company” he said after a while.
Rintarou gave out a broken loud laugh and Osamu couldn’t help but raise a brow at that.
“Good one, baby. I sometimes forget you are actually quite funny.”
That made Osamu throw a deadly gaze over to his boyfriend, but the latter only laughed again in response.
They finished the breakfast in silence, only joking from time to time and kitsune could swear the whole morning passed way too fast that way.
Right after having the dishes done, Rintarou made a quick work of changing into his motorcycle suit and grabbed the red scabbard.
“I’m heading out” he said, looking longingly at Osamu as if going back to bed was what he really wanted to do. Well, kitsune surely would not be opposed to that, but both of them had their separate chores to do. “Call me after the appointment, yeah?”
“Yes, pr’mise. Love ya, Rin.”
Zipping up his leather jacket, Rintarou came closer to the omega and gently placed a small kiss on top of Osamu’s head.
“I love you too, peach” he whispered softly into the brown locks and leaned down to place another featherlight kiss. This time a little lower, right on omega’s clothed abdomen. “And you, little one.”