"My therapist asked, 'How do you prepare for the day?'
And I replied, 'I count my lies, find my mask, and pretend it isn't' easier to fly away"
Courtney Peppernell, "Pillow Thoughts"
Five days!
It had taken Shota five days to find the Omega. The underground hero had tried to get the young man's information from the doctor, who had rebuffed him in a roundabout way. The small woman had been very vocal as she scowled him about patient's privacy and confidentiality laws. Apparently being a prejudiced bitch didn't keep her from honouring the ethics of her job. She had then proceeded to heavily imply in a motherly tone that after what he had been through, it wasn't unusual for some Alphas to have problems to let go of the Omega, they had mated with.
Shota had been mortified! She had even advised him that if he had so much trouble leaving the Omega alone that he should talk to a therapist.
The underground hero had fled the hospital right then and there.
After that he had played with the idea of asking Tsukauchi, but scraped it in the end. The detective was an honest man and would be appalled if he knew that Shota was trying to… stal… locate the Omega, whom he had assaulted just few days ago… and who had lied to him about taking the morning-after-pill and who might be pregnant with his child now….
And more importantly the hero was trying to find an Omega, who had been more than clear that he wanted nothing to do with Shota.
Hell, the man had explicitly refused to even exchange names!
And he had forbidden the hospital staff to relay any information regarding his person, besides the absolutely necessary… which had been the blood test.
Fuck.
So, Shota had fallen back on the old way to find somebody - Tracking.
The last three nights he had hung around the subway station where he had met the Omega, hoping that it wasn't just a fluke that the other man had been there that night rather than some kind of routine.
But today it had worked!
The Omega had appeared.
Following the young man on his way home, Shota used the time to analyse his… target. Finally, able to do so, without drugs messing with his brain or being weighed down by overwhelming shame and guilt and his inner Alpha raging and panicking over the rejection from a potential mate.
The Omega's dark, wavy hair had been tamed with gel again and those luminescent green-eyes sat behind sleek, frameless glasses. High cheek bones, a straight nose and lush lips. He was certainly beautiful. The underground hero observed that there was more than one person staring at the male Omega, men and women alike were obviously interested in the stunning man.
And like six days ago, he wore in a similar business outfit. The suit seemed to be of good quality… expensive even. The shirt and tie hid the Omega choker from curious eyes. Not that you would guess from the first or even second glance that the man might be an Omega. Well, beside them being so rare… the man was very slender yes, but he stood at a respectable height of 5'7. Which was probably not tall for a male in Europe or America, but here in Japan, he was about average.
It became more obvious when he moved. There was something graceful in the way he held himself, something in his movements, that caused the Omega to emit a kind of sensual aura.
Or maybe it was just Shota's overactive brain… which didn't get tired of replaying small bits and pieces of the forced rut.
He still couldn't remember everything that happened but the last few times, he had managed to sleep, his dreams had been filled with the sound of breathy little moans, the thick, sweet smell of camellias and lemongrass, the feeling of sweat slick skin under his palms and the sight of half-lid green eyes.
Each time he had woken up hard and aching... and a disturbing yearning, which had been quickly replaced by an overwhelming embarrassment. Shota had started to worry but Recovery Girl had assured him that the drug was gone out of his system. The youthful heroine had then told him half teasingly to talk to Hound Dog… unknowingly jumping in on the bandwagon, that the doctor from the hospital had send on the road.
Well, Shota had obviously not talked to his colleague! Instead, he had taken quite a few cold showers in the last days.
This needed to stop!
Seriously!
Shota hated cold showers. They made him grumpy.
He would talk to the Omega and clear this mess up! He would ask him why he hadn't taken that damn pill. Why he hadn't taken it after teasing the Alpha about it?!
And then Shota would go back to his normal life!
Without inciting dreams of sexy…
Mahh… Shit!
Potter Harry.
That was the Omega's name.
To be honest Shota was a little surprised. When he had followed the green-eyed man home, he had expected a flat… maybe even a big, expensive one, but not a house with a big ass wall around it and a top notch security system in place.
Which led to a bunch of new questions…
But right now, he was sitting in a tree that wasn't covered by the cameras – a dangerous gab in the security, by the way – and tried to peer through Potter's huge living room windows like a fucking creep.
The Omega had come home nearly 30 minutes ago, the lights were on… where the hell was he?
"You missed a camera."
Shota startled so badly that he nearly fell out of the tree at the sound of Potter's bodiless voice from his right.
Wide-eyed the underground hero scrambled to find the source of the noise and cursed quite colourfully when he came face to face with a tiny wiretap and camera.
Fuck…
So much for being a stealthy underground hero. Yamada could never know about this. Shota loved his loud friend but Mic would never stop teasing him about such a stupid slip up.
"Come to the back porch. The French window is open." Potter instructed calmly.
Shota could swear, he heard the eyeroll.
Saving as much as possible of his dignity, Shota approached the terrace in a lazy stroll, head held high, despite the bashfulness churning in his stomach. He felt as if his nervousness had created a tonne of tiny bugs, fluttering and crawling through his gut.
And there he was.
Potter was already waiting for him. Arms crossed, looking thoroughly displeased.
The young man seemed to have taken a bath before discovering Shota. The dark raven hair was still a little wet and it looked messier than before now that it was free of any styling products. The frameless glasses were gone as well, leaving those gleaming green eyes free to glare at the intruder.
The Alpha also took quick notice of a few single water drops running from the Omega's throat down to his chest until they vanished behind the neckline of a loosely worn dark, blue Yukata. The attire gave Potter a much softer appearance than the suit and hospital grown had during their last interactions.
Normally people would feel uncomfortable like this… exposed and vulnerable. Shota was a stranger… and even worse an unfamiliar Alpha, who had been told to stay away.
That he had come here tonight and had all but broken into an Omega's private home, was violating very spoken and unspoken rule of etiquette between Alphas and Omegas. And a few laws as well.
A normal person, a normal Omega would have curled in on themselves, avoiding eye contact… some would blush or stutter.
But instead, Potter stood tall and seemed almost relaxed as he leaned against his kitchen aisle, green eyes ablaze and calculating, firmly holding Shota's gaze.
He didn't show a hit of unease.
No, he appeared fierce and fearless.
And even more enticing than ever before…
Maybe having a pup wouldn't be such a bad idea…
Okay, this seriously needed to stop! His Alpha was getting off track again.
"Seems like I should have called you Stalker-san instead of Hero-san."
Yep, Potter was definitely not one to get scared and defensive.
So, Shota did the only thing he could think of… he bowed.
"Pardon the intrusion."
The Omega snorted and replied with a slightly sarcastic.
"Sure. Leave your shoes by the door and I will get the tea, dear visitor Stalker-san."
Shota cringed a little at the response but removed indeed his shoes before coming inside.
He was almost certain that the Omega had been joking but he felt like he was already moving on very, very thin ice and didn't want to aggravate his host any more than strictly necessary.
Moving further into the house, he could already smell that the Omega was pissed. Potter must have taken the scent patches off after he had come home. Yet, he was wearing the leather choker again… it was the only thing on the green-eyed young man that told Shota that the Omega was indeed careful around him. If not as an assailant than at least as an Alpha.
The scent gland, that if bitten by an Alpha would create a mating bond…
It was the only part of his body that Potter had bothered to protect before calling Shota inside.
That was interesting, as it was telling and worrying.
The sight of Shota's black shoes by the door seemed to cause little nervous twitch above Potter's eye, before the Omega shook his head in what could be only called resignation.
"Fine. Fine… Sit there." Potter huffed, pointing to a plush couch.
With Potter still leaning against his kitchen counter there was quite a big distance between the two of them… and having Shota sitting down, while keep standing himself, would give the Omega a good, strategic advantage if he needed to get away.
Not a bad strategy… if it weren't for the underground hero's capture weapon.
Shota squirmed a little on the comfy padding of the couch. Green eyes were mutely cataloguing his every move. Potter had yet to speak and the awkward silence was staring to grate on the hero's nerves.
Just when Shota was about to open his mouth, the Omega spoke up.
"How did you find me?"
"Uhm…"
"I would really like to know if I need to sue the hospital or the police for violating the confidentiality policy or if it's enough to inform the HPSC that one of their Alpha heroes is stalking helpless Omegas." Shota shivered.
Yeah, that didn't sound like the young man was bluffing.
Shit!
"The hospital and the police haven't broken their discretion. I waited for you at the subway station and followed you here. I just needed to talk to you, I swear!" Shota tried to explain.
Potter gave a dry little laugh at that.
"Hmmhmm, yep. That doesn't sound creepy at all. Thanks for clearing that up. So, why the fuck are you here, Stalker-san?" The Omega snarked, causing Shota to cringe at the terrible moniker.
"Could please not call me that?"
His only answer was an unimpressed flat look and a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, sorry." Shota winced, before pulling the blood test out of his scarf. "I came because of this."
The second eyebrow joined the first raised one. Ok…
Fuck…
"In cases of sexual assault… both parties get always tested for STDs. Since we both have been… victims, the procedure dictated to inform both sides over the results… Yours will probably here any day now…"
"Are you here to tell me, that I caught some STD from you…?" Potter shrieked, green eyes wide in alarm.
"What?! No! No… I… no. We're both clean! I promise!" Shota was shaking his head. "But for females and Omegas the analyses should also show if you have taken the morning-after-pill…"
"… which mine didn't." Potter finished for him.
No beating around the bush, no guilt, no shame… just a plain statement.
"Correct." Shota frowned.
The Omega huffed a humourless laugher. He was no longer looking at the hero but at the ceiling, a contemplating expression on his face.
"So, you thought that I had lied to you about being pregnant?"
"You told me explicitly that you would take the pill."
"Did I?" Potter asked at him loftily.
Shota opened his mouth and closed it again.
No. He realised. No, he hadn't. He had just said that in such a situation the morning-after-pill could be easily used…
Potter had indeed never clearly said that he was going to take the pill. Just that there would be no strings attached afterwards and that he didn't want Shota involved.
It was…
"A logical ruse." Shota mumbled.
He felt sick. The green-eyed man could be pregnant. Shota would be a father. He wasn't prepared for that… a pup…
Holy shit!
"Hmmm, yes. If you want to call it that." The Omega hummed oddly soft.
Green eyes were regarding him with a little more kindness now.
"You should breathe, Hero-san. You're looking awfully pale right now."
So, they were back to Hero-san.
Dully noted.
"There's no need to get all angsty." Potter was now coming closer.
He was barefoot.
"I might have omitted that I wouldn't take the pill but I didn't lie to you. I'm definitely not pregnant."
Shota stared at the pretty Omega standing in front of him freshly bathed, with bare feet, only clothed in a thin Yukata and a choker. He would have looked stunning if not for the bitter smile twisting his lips and the forlorn look in his eyes.
"I didn't take the pill because there was never a need to. This body is a baren wasteland." Potter was pointing to his middle.
What the fuck?! Shota frowned. Was this another lie?
It didn't sound like it… but…
"You look sceptical." The young man smiled wryly. "I can assure you that this thesis has been thoroughly tested in the last 10 years. There were plenty chances, believe me."
There were they again, those teasing implications and provocations. Potter had also done this at the hospital…
Sitting on this plush couch, peering up into those intelligent green eyes, the underground hero couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being tested, baited even into a reaction. Potter was almost flaunting his sexuality in his face, hinting at a moved life full of sexual encounters and it made the Alpha in Shota squirm in discomfort. Had Omega been forced at some time? Omegas that age were either bonded or in involved in the darker side of life…
"Aww, don't frown like that, Hero-san." Potter purred softly. "I've had a few rough rides but I was never taken against my will. Don't judge so fast."
There was something self-assured and dangerous in the way the green-eyed man said this so confidently. This wasn't just someone talking big, but someone who knew from experience that he could back those words up. Shota could recognize the difference.
Potter smiled widely at him.
"At some point I just decided to exploit the few nice side effects of having a body like mine to the fullest. And being able to find pleasure so easily was certainly a huge benefit."
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Shota frowning.
"When you say exploit... I already wondered. At the hospital you said a lot of Omegas would fall in the wrong kind of work... when you told me that you're working a stable job. Was that another ruse?" The underground hero waved around. "Your clothes and this house..."
Potter laughed loudly.
"Is this your way of asking if I'm a prostitute?" He asked, green eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Yes." Shota saw no sense in beating around the bush.
"Aww. A gentleman shouldn't pry into such delicate matters." The Omega smirked, but Shota didn't allow himself to be deterred, if he was being tested then he wanted to know.
"You told me that you're not bonded to anyone, but by omissions this could still mean that you're in a relationship. Prostitution or some other arrangement like that would be a logical explanation for the big house and the expensive clothing."
"Hmm, you're definitely sharper than the last time we spoke." Potter nodded. "But while I enjoy having sex, I never used it for monetary gain, just simple pleasure. Despite my secondary gender I am free and independent. And I don't need a sugar daddy."
The green eyed man emitted the kind off blatant pride that had been hard won.
"Even if I have to admit that it might have been the other way around... one or two times." The predatory smirk that was directed at Shota, had him coughing in bashfulness.
"What?" He managed to choke out
"I'm free because I have money, my dear Hero-san. When I was sixteen, I inherited a small fortune and a company here in Japan." Potter laughed softly, as he explained this.
Shota blinked in stunned surprise.
"I'm the CEO of KURO labs."
Of course, Shota knew about KURO labs. One of Japan's top ten concerns. A multicorporate enterprise that held several smaller but successful companies. Engineering, chemistry, pharmacy, fashion, support items for quirks... KURO labs was involved with all of those industries like no other concern had managed. So, most people knew KURO labs but not almost nothing was known about its owner and CEO… They kept themselves firmly out of the press and PR was always done by mangers of the smaller subsidiary companies.
Kuro labs was an old firm, but it had grown and expanded immensely in the last 10 years. And the reason seemed to be Potter.
Potter. An unbonded Omega.
Damn!
"How is it possible that you're not mated?" Shota felt a headache coming.
Potter grinned widely.
"You mean how a rich, 27 year old Omega was allowed to remain unbonded when he's in charge of a huge billion dollar enterprise? Is infertility not enough a reason?"
Shota glowered.
"There are ways around that."
"Hmm... a lot of men like to think otherwise." Potter uttered, observing the hero on his couch carefully. "But you're right the board might have still pressed for a marriage or a bond. No, even if could have children the vultures wouldn't have demanded it. On the contrary they are quite happy that I'm mostly focused on the firm and don't draw too much attention to myself. The old men find me quite shameful and disgusting. I scare them."
The Omega was looking out of the big terrace windows. His face was looking surprisingly open and honest in that moment.
"Why? Prejudice against Omegas?"
Shota wouldn't be surprised by that. None of those older, rich business men Potter had to deal with on a daily basis would have been prepared to bow to the will of an Omega.
"Oh, most likely." Potter gave him another crooked smile. "But what really unsettles them is the fact that I'm quirkless."
Shota felt his face going slack at that information.
"I'm like the epitome of all the things those money, hungry old men deem strange and useless. A male, quirkless omega who lacks the ability to carry a child. And I'm their boss. They don't know what to do with me."
A male, quirkless, infertile Omega.
Holy shit!
Holy fucking shit!
That someone like this even existed was totally baffling. It sounded like the world's worst cumulation of bad luck. Shota couldn't even begin to imagine what a life like that would be like… He felt pity for all the hardships, it must have entailed and almost after that came admiration.
Even with an inheritance, it must have been gruesome work to get an enterprise like KURO labs to the top and to keep it there for so long. Working hard to achieve something nobody thought you ever could… that was something Shota could relate to.
It explained so much about the strange, young man standing in front of him. His closed-off pride, his self-esteem and the self-assured independence he had shown until now. This was someone who had learned to hold his head high and refused to apologize for who he was, because showing any kind of weakness would have been fatal for Potter.
In the end Shota settled on saying what he honestly thought.
"I think that you're very impressive."
Green eyes widened in surprise, while a light blush creeped over pale cheeks. Potter ducked his head a little. A genuine smile played a long those lush lips.
"You're a surprising man, Hero-san. You rarely react like I thought you would. It's a bit vexing…" The Omega admitted lightly, as he stepped directly in front of Shota. "… and highly intriguing to be honest."
The smell of camellias and lemongrass was surrounding them like a warm cloak, giving the Omega's words another layer of meaning. Shota tried to relax himself and to keep himself from leaning forward to get more of this sensual scent.
"Thanks. Likewise." He muttered, sounding somewhat husky.
"Tell me, have you found what you've been looking for, Hero-san?" Potter asked softly, still standing very close.
The question felt like another test. Another hidden bait…
And Shota wasn't sure what the Omega wanted him to do or what he wanted to hear. But the underground hero hated pointless games, they lacked logic.
"You answered my question, yes. But…"
"… but…? Is there something else you want from me?"
It was hanging there between them… the hint of an invitation. At least Shota thought it might be an invitation, but he could be wrong. Potter was giving him backlashes with all his strange implications.
He couldn't deny that he was interested in the green-eyed man. He was obviously smart and fucking sexy on top of that and he was already keeping Shota on his toes. The underground hero couldn't remember when someone had fascinated him like that the last time. Sleeping with this beautiful and sensual man while in full command of his mental faculties, was indeed very tempting.
"You said this was a no-strings-attached kind of scenario." Shota pointed out instead of a direct answer.
"And I told you that I don't consider sex as strings attaching…" Potter hummed.
"Why now? The last time you didn't even want to know my name." Shota grumbled.
"The last time you were an emotion driven Alpha, seeking reassurance from an Omega, you nearly bonded on a drug high. You were vulnerable wreck." The green-eyed man sighed.
The underground hero felt himself flush at Potter's harsh assessment.
"Now you're a lot more rational and your control over your Alpha appears to be impeccable. You seem to be an honest and strait-laced kind of guy… the kind that hates messy and drama in a relationship, someone who will keep to the boundaries I'll set. And it's a nice bonus that I already sampled the goods so to speak." Potter teased.
Well, that sounded a lot more... true if not really flattering.
For a long time, Shota had buried himself into his work, avoiding most meaningful relationships like the plague. He had had sex, sure but no long term affairs. Romantic relationships tended to get messy…
"This sounds like a business deal."
They both wanted something easy and causal.
"Would you prefer something more romantic, Hero-san?"
Now it was Shota's turn to grin.
"No. Pragmatic and logical will do just fine."
Potter let out a delighted laughter and all but crawled into Shota's lap.
"Very good then, Hero-san. Ground rules then! First, there will be no consent play in this arrangement. I'm open for a lot of stuff, but no means no. Stop means stop. Clear?"
"Cristal." Shota nodded.
He wasn't a fan of such stuff either.
Potter hummed in satisfaction.
"Good. Second, no business talk. I won't talk to you about my job and I don't want to know about your hero stuff. We're both working with sensitive information, it's better that way."
Slender fingers were already working through Shota's long unruly hair, sweeping dark locks out of his dry and blood shot eyes.
"Done." The underground hero agreed with ease.
Pillow talk could get dangerous and might put both of them a dangerous position.
"Third, I don't do relationships. No-strings-attached still stands. This is about sex. Casual. No sleeping over the whole night. When we're finished, you'll shower, get dressed and then you'll leave. Absolutely no scenting! If one of us wants to end the arrangement or can't handle this, we tell each other and we're done. You're a pragmatic guy, I trust you to be honest. Got it? No bullshit! Especially no Alpha bullshit!"
"Fine with me." Shota leaned into the Omega's touch. "Fourth, don't call me Hero-san. My name is Aizawa. Aizawa Shota."
"Alright. Ai-za-wa-san." Shota shivered, when hot air was blown against his ear.
The fucking tease was playing with Shota again, cooing his name like that. Shota growled back playfully, causing the Omega to giggle.
"Hahaha, sorry. Call me Harry then."
"Very well, Harry." Shota mumbled, still holding back from the urge to push his hands under Harry's yukata. "Any other conditions I should know about?"
"Hmm, yes. You still owe me a kiss, Aizawa."
Damn.
Shota took the invitation without out any hesitation, as he in turn took hold of Harry's face and bridged the last distance between them. The underground hero felt his Alpha howling in extasy when their lips finally met. And despite the gabs in his memory, he knew that this was indeed this first time that he got to kiss the other man.
It felt amazing. The Omega's rich scent of arousal hung like a warm, thick cloak around them. Harry's lips were so soft against his own and as he allowed Shota's tongue past them. At the divine sensation, the hero could feel himself completely hardening in his track pants. His Alpha was urging Shota to take his Omega again, to devour his price as fast as possible. To stake his claim again.
But the hero was pushing the Alpha inside him down, relishing in his rewon control over his own actions. He was determined to take things slow this time around.
In the subway station he had been out of his mind and he could only remember bits and pieces… Harry had been kind to him. Trying to reassure the Alpha that the things he had done to the Omega hadn't been too bad… that Shota hadn't hurt him.
The hero understood, that Harry had tried to absolve him of all the shame and guilt he had been feeling. And Shota was thankful for that. All his adult life Shota had tried to be a thoughtful and considered lover to his partners. Not just because his male pride demanded it but because he honestly enjoyed sharing his partners' pleasure.
He wanted to see Harry properly this time.
To feel. To taste.
Everything to remember what sex with this beautiful creature was really like.
Deepening the kiss, Shota carefully nipped at Harry's bottom lip and the other man groaned in appreciation. Their mouths found a rhythm as they moved against each other.
Shota let his hands wander from the Omega's face, down, over the collar, to his neck. Calloused finger tips explored creamy skin, following the line of the collar bone. Harry shivered under the soft ministration, his breath hitching audibly when Shota allowed his hands to vanish under the blue Yukata.
This caused the fabric to fall from the green-eyed man's shoulders, exposing more skin to the hero's greedy hands and eyes.
The Omega was truly beautiful.
But what caught Shota's attention were the faint, purplish love bites that littered Harry's neck and shoulders.
Shota's own marks. Those marks that the bandages, he had seen at the hospital had only hinted at… with a feeling of perverse pride and curiosity he traced them both with his fingers and his tongue.
When Harry whined in response, Shota place a single kiss onto the deepest mark.
The Omega stroked over the hero's stubbly jaw line, pulling the older man back into an open mouthed kiss.
It felt like Harry had understood the wordless apology.
With a swift, twisting motion Shota lifted the younger man and laid him down on the plush cushions of the couch, causing Harry to laugh breathlessly. The Omega used the new position to arch suggestively against the Alpha towering over him, causing Shota to moan at the friction. Bending down, the hero undid the belt that held the Yukata in place.
Harry was wiry, in an almost skinny way. Omegas tended to be smaller and usually possessed softer bodies. Even rare male Omegas had often slightly curvy figures… but Harry was slim, with only a slight widening of his hips.
A breath-taking sight.
Like unwrapping a precious present Shota parted the blue fabric, as he let his hands trail over a muscled chest and a flat stomach, until his fingers reached an inciting dark grey lace panty, that hugged Harry's body perfectly.
But what drew Shota's eyes and attention laid slightly above that.
A scar.
Raised and a bit puckered. Certainly old.
It started above Harry's underwear and was still partly hidden by the lace.
It looked like a vicious cut.
Deep.
Right through the area where a womb would be.
"I didn't take the pill because there was never a need to. This body is a baren wasteland."
So that was, what it was…
Without retracting his hand Shota looked up and was met with a carefully blank expression.
The underground hero was starting to understand.
A male, quirkless, infertile Omega.
This scar was holding an ocean of pain and dark memories.
Holding eye contact, Shota pressed his lips against the small imperfection, while teasingly tugging at the waistband of the boxers.
"Lace, Harry?" Shota asked huskily.
Green-eyes widened for a moment, before they softened in understanding.
Shota wasn't disgusted by the scar. There would be no prying either. Not tonight.
Tension was bleeding out of Harry.
"They are very pretty, don't you think, Aizawa?" The Omega grinned. "And very com-fyyyy…." Harry's words ended in a high pitched whimpering sound.
Shota had dragged one of his fingers over the fine fabric that encased Harry's straining erection, tracing the outline of the engorged flesh.
"Mhhh…Aizawa."
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The underground hero felt himself grinning in delight. Damn, he was going to savour this.
"Hmmhmm. Relax, Harry. I've got you." He hummed, never stopping his caresses.
Gently Shota ran his hands over Harry's sensitive naked body, leaving goosebumps in his wake and earning sweet breathy sounds from the younger man. Stroking, kissing, licking along columns of pale flesh, Shota was discerning the Omega with all his senses. Closing his lips around a pert nipple had Harry arching into the eager mouth that was sucking and biting the delicate skin.
"Mhh…Ahh… Good."
Encouraged by the reaction Shota trailed more kisses over Harry's abdomen, fully intending to claim the prize that was straining wetly against the soft lace. Hooking fingers into the waistband, he freed the Omega of the sexy lingerie, who impatiently keened at the feeling of cool air hitting his exposed cock. Shota grumbled soothingly back, as he scooted downwards to cradle a smooth leg. His mouth sucked red marks on the inside of a creamy tight, eliciting husky moans from Harry's mouth.
So close to the Omega's sex Shota was engulfed by the thick smell of arousal, causing him to inhale it greedily. Slick was already leaking from a twitching hole. The scent and taste had salvia pooling in the hero's mouth, as he carefully cupped Harry's balls. The Omega whimpered, gripping Shota's shoulder with one hand in an attempt to ground himself.
"Fuck! Harry, you're so beautiful. So sensitive." The Alpha couldn't help but praise, as he swept up some slick before he finally took hold of Harry's erection. The cock was hot and silky to the touch and Shota felt his own need throbbing with impatient desire. Damn, he wanted to buried himself into this sweet, delicious body. His Alpha was crooning in anticipation…
But he refused to rush this. They had time.
"So, fucking pretty and already so wet for me."
A shivered worked itself through Harry's slender frame at those words.
"Ah, Aizawa… please, more. Touch me, please." Half-lid green eyes stared hazily at Shota, causing the pro hero to preen with pride and desire.
The Alpha tugged twice on the hard flesh before he dragged his tongue over the underside of the heated shaft, enjoying the way Harry squirmed and whined.
Harry was quivering by now.
"Oh god. I… fuck!"
"Hush, we'll get to that. Let me make up for the things I missed the last time." Shota huffed huskily, while blowing hot air at the hot and wet cock in front of him, earning another endearing whine from the green-eyed man.
After another few teasing licks, Shota finally drew Harry completely into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root.
"AHHH!" Harry was throwing his head back, hands burying themselves into the hero's long tresses.
Savouring the taste and weight of the cock in his mouth, Shota took a moment before he started to bob his head up and down. Curling his tongue around the shaft, letting it swirl around the head, creating a sucking motion that had Harry arching and his toes curling in an adorable way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck… sooo fucking good! 'zawa!" The Omega chanted, face beautifully flushed.
His own name had probably never sounded so damn good in Shota's ears.
Feeling his own patience slipping , the Alpha fondled Harry's balls with one hand while the other teased the man's slick leaking hole, rubbing over the twitching muscle.
Harry gasped loudly and pressed closer, seeking Shota's fingers wordlessly urging him to continue.
Begging for more.
Releasing Harry's straining erection with a wet pop from his mouth, Shota stared intendedly at Harry's flushed and panting appearance.
"Do you want me to finish you off with my mouth or do you want me to fuck you?" Shota asked seductively.
While he wanted to think that he knew the answer already, the hero couldn't help himself. He needed to hear it. He wanted to be sure.
Harry moaned. His bright-eyed gaze was almost feverish, as he started to roughly tug at Shota's clothes.
"Don't you dare to leave without fucking me. God, damn it!" The Omega hissed and despite his position there didn't seem to be an ounce of submission in his slender body.
Shota grinned.
"Gladly."
In quick practiced moves Shota helped Harry in the quest to rid the hero of his clothes, throwing them carelessly to the side. Both of them groaning at the new feeling of skin contact. The Omega used the opportunity to explore every part of Shota's skin that he was able to reach, while the hero started to play with Harry's hole. The sight of it fluttering around the first finger he inserted, the second and then the third, the way Harry chased the intrusion, eager and opening his body so readily for Shota, left the Alpha feeling aroused and humbled at the same time.
"'Zawa, mhh...ahhh… enough. Stop playing around! 'm ready."
"Mhh... you look so amazing right now. So good for me." Shota groaned, pulling Harry in another deep kiss, enjoying the feeling of tongues gliding against each other.
Positioning himself, the Alpha lined himself up. In one swift thrust, he sheathed his rock hard cock into the Omega.
Harry moaned loudly, holding tightly onto Shota.
The hero stilled, wanting to give Harry time to adjust.
"You're ok?" Shota gently wiped wild strand of black hair out of Harry's sweaty and flushed face.
"Fuck, yeah. This is damn good." Harry clenched around him, playfully teasing. "Move, please, please, please."
Shota chuckle was a little choked as he complied. Testing at first and then when he found the Omega's prostate, building more and more of a rhythm that had Harry crying out loudly in continuous pleasure. The green-eyed man was so tight around him and so wet… it felt like he was sucking him deeper each time. It was like Shota's body remembered an already well-practiced dance even if his brain didn't. And what a shame it was.
Harry was glorious. The Omega didn't just allow him to use his body. No, he was giving as good as he got. Meeting the Alpha above him thrust for thrust, hands clawing at his back, holding tightly onto Shota's firm ass to guide him into yet another rhythm.
The Alpha was grunting and panting as he moved. He could feel the heat pooling in his belly and the tell-tale way his balls were drawing up.
"Uhh…I'm close."
Harry was nodding franticly. "Me too. So good. So close. 'zawa."
Two, three more deep thrust and then…
"Come for me, Harry." Shota whispered moaned breathlessly into a flushed ear.
As if he had been waiting for permission, the Omega sized up on command.
"AHHHH!" The young man came in long heavy spurts between their bodies, his whole body was shaking and twitching in orgasm, milking Shota's cock just the right way.
With silent cry, he was trusting his dick one last time into Harry's warm heat, shooting his load deep inside the Omega. Riding out his own orgasm, Shota buried his face into the other's scent gland without thinking.
He relished in the feeling of holding Harry's lax body close, while inhaling the scent of a calm and satisfied Omega.
Still caught in a post orgasmic haze, it took the hero a second to noticed the soft rumbling sound coming from Harry, who was gently stroking over Shota's back.
The younger man was full out purring.
Damn.
What a way to stroke an Alpha's ego.
Shota felt his cock attempting to twitch… not that much happened, he wasn't a teenager anymore. So, he placed a chaste kiss just below Harry's ear, causing him to giggle softly.
"Fuck, that was good." The Omega hummed blissfully. "I think I'll keep you for now, Hero-san."
Shota just grinned.