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When the war is over, they all know they need a break. They’ve been running on fumes, they’re tired, and as long as they’re still somewhat near the situation, none of them can let go completely.
Which is why Mirio-senpai’s suggestion to take a trip abroad is just as unexpected as it’s welcome.
Mirio-senpai takes care of all the planning, assures them he has everything under control and nearly all costs are already covered, claiming he got it as a “thank you for your services” after all they’d done for their country, months on end, risking limb and life.
Some alphas bristle at being steamrolled like that, Eijirou is mostly perplexed, but he has the benefit of having insider information.
“He couldn't sleep much while he was quirkless,” Tamaki confesses quietly as they’re cuddling in his nest, Eijirou gently running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. He hums to indicate that he heard Tamaki’s almost whisper in answer to his questions about the trip, and that’s enough to keep the omega going. “He looked up things that he hoped would lighten the mood. Mirio never said it out right, but I think he looked up so many food festivals and the like because of… me.” Tamaki stiffens a bit, looking up at Eijirou with big indigo eyes, and the alpha can’t help himself, he leans down to kiss his boyfriend sweet and slow, showing him that it’s okay if his alpha friend cares about him.
“I’m glad he cares about you,” Eijirou puts into words as well when they separate, and he’s rewarded for it by Tamaki melting against him and starting to purr. His alpha preens in his head, their omega happy, and Eijirou truly couldn’t care how many alpha friends Tamaki might have, because the omega chose him, and that’s all he needs. Well, that, and maybe a little more information. “So, what kind of festival are we flying all the way to Germany for?”
Tamaki’s eyes lit up in rarely seen mischief, and it’s enough to get Eijirou sort of distracted with the kind of excitement coursing through his whole body at the simple gesture. “It’s a surprise~,” the omega teases, and after that Eijirou’s line of questions is entirely forgotten in exchange for retaliation, as he presses kisses to Tamaki’s face, blows raspberries on his neck that make him burst into giggles, and drags his teeth over sensitive spots that make his omega shudder.
Yeah, Eijirou can wait to reach Germany to find out what Mirio-senpai’s super secret festival plan is.
It turns out, if Eijirou had bothered to do any kind of research, he would’ve probably realized they were going to Munich’s Oktoberfest, given the time of the year. The real surprise, though, is Germany’s drinking age limit.
“Wait,” Denki shouts as that little detail is brought up, “you’re telling me we can all drink here?!”
Mirio laughs out loud. “Would’ve been rather poor taste of me to drag you all to Europe for a beer festival if you couldn’t drink anything!”
Denki’s eyes water while excitement starts to spread. “Mirio-senpai is the best.”
Among the cheering, the agreement, and the laughter, they all enter the fest in high spirits.
Eijirou loves the vibe, loves watching his friends relax and enjoy themselves, pointing at attractions, taking pictures, filling their bellies with food and beer.
What he loves less is that when he accompanies Mirio and Tamaki to get another round of drinks, which Mirio gladly declares he’ll pay for, the hostess collecting payment gets this admiring look in her eyes and goes “What a generous alpha!” before turning to Tamaki to wink. “Must be nice to be with him!”
Tamaki turns beet red, which makes the hostess laugh happily thinking him shy, but a rumble starts in Eijirou’s chest, close to a growl. He’s not a jealous guy, normally, but to be dismissed, not even considered, when he’s right there…
Mirio carefully keeps his distance as they move along the line to collect their drinks, and Tamaki sticks to Eijirou’s side, pointy ears turned slightly down. It’s not his fault, he did nothing wrong, and Eijirou loves that his boyfriend has a good friend in Mirio, yet his alpha is snarling in his head that all these people around him can’t tell that Tamaki is his, his omega. As they bring the beers back to the table, Eijirou walks behind his boyfriend, his alpha glaring at the exposed nape that bears no sign of his teeth. They had agreed to wait for proper mating bites until Eijirou would turn eighteen, but his alpha is chomping at the bit, insisting that a temporary claiming mark would be just what Tamaki needs. Omega can protect himself well, Eijirou knows this, but why should he walk around unmarked when he’s wanted, desired, loved so deeply that Eijirou could never dream to let him go? A temporary bite, just for the sake of the festival…
When they reach the table and place the drinks down, Eijirou wastes no time finding a sturdy wooden chair meant for plus-sized quirks, sitting down on it and pulling Tamaki right into his lap.
The omega makes a small squeak, but other than blushing at their position, he settles quietly against Eijirou. Mirio makes some excuse about going to watch traditional dances or something, or maybe it’s not even an excuse, but he disappears into the crowd, and Eijirou can breathe a little easier.
“I’m sorry,” Tamaki whispers, nearly inaudible under the music and chaos of the festivities, but Eijirou shakes his head against his nape and lightly nips at his ear.
“Not your fault,” he reassures his boyfriend, “nor his. My alpha just needs to be close to you right now. I want to be close.” Tamaki practically melts in his lap hearing that, and Eijirou doesn’t resist the urge to kiss him, deeply, thoroughly.
When the kiss breaks, Tamaki’s cheeks are red, his lips puffy and shiny, and the alpha’s chest swells with pride: he is the one who made his omega look like that, happy and debauched.
Reaching towards the table, he grabs one of the pints of beer they brought over and puts it in Tamaki’s hands. “Have a drink, omega,” Eijirou’s voice is low already, his hands going to Tamaki’s thighs as the omega whimpers a bit, grip tight on the big, full glass. “You alright if I get a little touchy?”
Indigo eyes blow wide as Tamaki looks around the big, crowded tent. Strangers are everywhere, their friends at the table nearby laughing and having fun. Nobody is looking right at them, but so many people are just there. “Here?” Tamaki whispers. But he doesn’t say no, and his grip on the pint doesn’t tremble.
Eijirou smirks, starts kissing over that exposed nape, his omega’s shoulders losing some of their tension as the alpha’s lips tease the glands on his neck. “You can stop me if you need to,” Eijirou’s voice has turned into a growl, and he captures Tamaki’s lobe between his teeth for a moment. He sucks and his omega whimpers, but he also pushes back against Eijirou, plastered against the alpha’s front. “Drink up, it’ll help,” Eijirou encourages, not unkindly, even as his hands start to roam, one groping Tamaki’s thigh while the other slides under the omega’s shirt, tracing his abs, climbing up to his chest. Tamaki’s heart beats hard under his palm, but the omega brings the pint up and drinks. And drinks.
Eijirou watches for a second as that throat bobs, Tamaki’s quirk working for him as he gulps down the alcohol without much pause. The alpha is suddenly on high alert as he feels eyes on them, and looking up he finds a pair of guys staring as Tamaki downs half a pint like he was parched. Eijirou bares all his teeth in a grin that’s not friendly at all, arms pulling his omega even closer as he opens his mouth and bites down on Tamaki’s shoulder. His boyfriend pulls the glass away as he lets out a moan, and Eijirou can only grin against his skin as the two who’d been staring too much hunch over a bit and flee through the crowd. Good, Tamaki isn’t for their ogling.
“Ei- Eijirou...” His omega pants, and the alpha releases his shoulder, licking over the slightly punctured bruise he made, making a gentle sound as he does. “Yes, love?” Tamaki shudders as he always does at the endearment, squirming a bit to turn on his side and hide his face in Eijirou’s neck. “There- ah!” The omega cuts off, biting his lip, as Eijirou’s hand under his shirt finds a nipple and tugs just the way that he knows Tamaki likes. His breath is labored when he tries again. “Alpha, there’s people around.”
“Nobody is watching us, omega.” Eijirou lets his voice rumble in his chest, knowing how much Tamaki enjoys the vibrations, and is rewarded by even more squirming on his lap. That also makes Tamaki aware of another important detail.
The omega’s head snaps up, eyes wide as he stares at Eijirou. The indigo in them is nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, and the alpha rumbles, pleased by his mate’s reaction. Eijirou kisses him, deeply, shifting slightly so that Tamaki can once again feel how much his alpha wants him. Tamaki whimpers on his tongue as Eijirou licks the taste of beer from his mouth, and when he lets the omega go, it’s to encourage the glass in his hands back up to his lips. A small uncertain sound, and Eijirou shushes him gently. “You’re thinking too much, love. Aren’t we here to relax? Let loose?”
Tamaki stares at him for a long second. Whatever he’s searching for, he finds it in Eijrou’s eyes, and then he’s downing the remaining half of his pint.
It’s a lot of alcohol in a very short time, and Tamaki finishes his glass with a gasp. “My head is spinning,” he confesses to Eijirou, and the amount of trust he’s being handed makes the alpha’s heart beat fast and hard.
He turns them around in their seat, guiding Tamaki to place his glass on the table, helping the omega arrange his arms on the solid wood to pillow his head upon. The gentle caress on Tamaki’s hair gives way to Eijirou’s hand sliding down to his nape, giving it a controlled squeeze. It’s not even a proper scruff, but Tamaki seems to go boneless into his lap, legs spread as they hang on either side of Eijirou’s thighs, back slightly arched. He’s almost presenting, at the best he can while sitting, and Eijirou’s hand not on the omega’s neck gropes its way up a thigh, to Tamaki’s butt, until it finds the zipper that is cruelly containing his own arousal. The sound of the metal teeth parting is lost in the music and voices inside the festival big tent, but Tamaki whines quietly as if he heard, sensitive ears pinned down.
Eijirou gives his nape another gentle squeeze. “Shh omega, alpha’s got you.” His cock is hard, now leaking and free between their bodies, and Eijirou has to hurry before anyone notices. “Stay still,” he warns, his grip on Tamaki now as controlling as it’s grounding, the hand he has instead between them hardening, one finger turned into a sharp claw that he places against the seam on Tamaki’s pants. The omega whimpers as the fabric splits, denim and then the cotton of his underwear both parting easily under his alpha’s hardened finger that never once nicks his skin. No, Eijirou would never hurt his boyfriend, his mate, so when he traces over Tamaki’s now exposed hole it’s with a soft, if calloused, fingerpad.
Tamaki is drenched.
Eijirou doesn’t waste more time, shifting the omega in his lap in the perfect position before tugging him back, sliding his cock home in a single motion. Tamaki hides his face in his arms on the table with a tortured sound, and Eijirou gently rubs his back with one hand. The other creeps around Tamaki’s front to find where he’s still trapped against his zipper, the alpha having cut the back of his pants only just enough to get his cock where it belongs. Tamaki clenches down and trembles as Eijirou squeezes him through his jeans, small little sounds escaping those perfect, hidden lips as the alpha tortures him just to feel his hole flutter and milk him.
“Alpha, please,” it comes out broken, the begging so sweet, only for Eijirou’s ears in the cacophony of the festivities. He leans in, his body covering Tamaki’s back, his words rumbled in his omega’s ear. “Please what, love?” “Fuck me…” The request is quiet, but it makes the alpha howl in his own mind, and he rolls his hips as inconspicuously as he can. Tamaki lets out a choked sound. “Please, alpha. Fuck me right.” Eijirou’s heart is gonna beat through his chest, but his hips grind in deeper. “Tamaki, you sure? They might notice...” The words die on his tongue when his omega turns with teary eyes, oh so beautiful and lost in a haze. “I need you.” And truly, he doesn’t need to say anything more.
Eijirou folds him back down to face the table. “Bite your sleeve,” he warns, Tamaki obeying immediately, and the alpha rewards him with a hand on his nape to keep him still and one on his hip to slam him down to meet his unrefined hard thrusts. Tamaki’s whines get drowned out as the music gets louder, the ambient lights dimming as colored ones start dancing around the gathered audience, but Eijirou couldn’t care less, except that he now has more cover. The position sucks to give it to Tamaki as hard as he deserves, but love makes one resourceful, and Eijirou fucks his boyfriend at the angle that makes him tighten on every thrust, the omega’s feet ending up slipping on the floor, his ass only held up by his alpha as he can’t find his footing again, too out of it to even try properly, spread and fucked and head spinning and trapped in his pants as the cock he loves so much ruins him for the whole world to see.
Eijirou hits the right spot one more time and it’s all over for Tamaki, his body going taut as he arches and makes a mess and clenches around his alpha’s throbbing cock.
He’s barely coming down when Eijirou’s knot catches and suddenly there are teeth at his nape, barely avoiding his mating glands, sinking in as his alpha growls in pleasure and ties them together. Tamaki can do nothing but shake through a second orgasm as his alpha marks him and pumps him full.
When the lights go back to normal, Eijirou is comfortably seated in his sturdy chair, his omega cuddled in his lap. The alpha takes little sips from a new pint from their table, a content rumble coming from his chest, Tamaki happily sighing against the front of his neck, occasionally pawing at him for a kiss or for more beer, now drinking more sedately.
Neither of them are in a hurry now, after all. Eijirou’s knot won’t go down for another while, and the back of Tamaki’s neck now bears the mark of unmistakable shark teeth. They can just enjoy each other and the festive mood.