"Stay."

The word reverberates in Asami's mind as he captures Akihito's lips once more. The moan he tastes on his tongue is nearly as addictive as his scent; summer rain, fresh oranges, and warm brown sugar. It's the only sweet thing he ever craves. He places his hands on Akihito's jaw, holding him in place as he devourers his mouth. He feels Akihito sink into him, melting more into the possession that Asami would dare call a kiss. He hears him choking on the lack of air in his lungs and Asami barely cares enough to notice the burning in his.

Akihito told him to stay.

He kisses him deeper, moving one hand to tangle in Akihito's hair while the other travels down his back, leaving scratch marks through the thin fabric of his t-shirt down his spine. Akihito gasps and moves impossibly closer to him, wrapping his arms around Asami's neck as Asami slides his tongue in his mouth as if he's trying to brand him from the inside out.

Akihito wants him to stay.

He breaks the kiss, moving his mouth down the line of Akihito's jaw. He hears Akihito greedily taking in oxygen as he places open mouth kisses under his ear and jaw. He tugs at Akihito's hair, forcing him to move his head to one side so he can have better access at sucking hickeys on his skin while slipping his other hand under Akihito's shirt leaving hot touches on his stomach and chest as he searches for his nipples. The omega moans, relishing the slight pain blending in with the pleasure of being touch and kissed. Asami thinks, not for the first time, just how addictive Akihito is. In moments like this, he's worse than cigarettes. It's never enough to simply kiss him, or tastes him, or fuck him. It's always one more round, one more lick, one more fuck and even when he gets it, that high of releasing himself inside of Akihito, of hearing him cry out his name between panting breaths it's not long before he starts to itch for him again.

Well, at least he knows that he's not alone in his addiction as he pinches Akihito's nipples causing him to breathlessly moan out, "Asami..."

He sighs contently against Akihito's cheek and then returns to capture Akihito's lips with his teeth.

I will claim him, break him, ruin him for all others echoes the greedy, primitive part of his brain as it growls, demanding blood and bondage. He's a selfish, possessive bastard of an alpha and Akihito is his. This little omega isn't leaving until he's covered in Asami's scent and marks, chained to him and no one else. He smirks against Akihito's mouth, twisting his tongue deeper to get more of Akihito and lifts the omega back into his arms who goes willingly without any complaints; just a small mewl from the back of his throat as he's perched higher than normal but never stops kissing Asami as the alpha moves them from the hallway to the room that Kirishima patiently has open for them.

He absentmindedly hears the door shut behind him; the automatic lock clicking in place and finally, Asami is alone with Akihito. No alphas to fight off, no employees to barge in, no subordinates to interrupt them. Just Akihito to ravish and claim. A satisfied rumble emerges from his chest as he carries Akihito toward the bed.

The heat room opens up to a spacious room with a king size bed sitting the center with a study headboard pressed against the wall. The furniture is minimal but elegant, with dark wood accents and soft white liens being the main colors. Two nightside tables each with a lamp on either side of the bed, a dresser placed the across from the bed with a large mirror hanging above it and minifridge in the corner that Asami knows is stocked with all sorts of drinks and small snacks. A small armchair with the matching foot rest sits next to the window which is draped with fine curtains, allowing the setting sun rays to cast late spring warmth into the room. The master suite bathroom is located behind the bedroom, the door just off to the side of the bed, near the window.

Asami is already making plans to use for the bathroom later.

He wonders how long Akihito's heats last. Three days? Four? He knows Akihito had a heat last time when he was over in South Korea. The guards assigned to Akihito that week notified him when the omega went to the heat house. He had them check to see if he had arranged for "outside relief" during his stay and was relieved to know that Akihito chose a single room and was alone. Looking back, he had noticed before he left that there was a slight change in Akihito's scent, something more sweet that had Asami wanting to lick him from the neck downward, but he didn't; he need to be focused on the up-and-coming meeting. Not only that, but Akihito was...sweeter, more needy than usual. Any touch Asami made, causal or intimate had Akihito panting lightly and a dazed look on his face. He thought his baser instincts were just trying to distract him, after all he rarely denied himself when it came to his cravings for Takaba Akihito. It never crossed his mind that Akihito would be going through a heat. Of course, when that, in fact was the case, it was all Asami could think about when he was given a moment to let his mind wonder.

To say he was disappointed that he missed Akihito's heat would be laughable and he would deny it until his dying breath but if one were to ask Kirishima or Suoh, they would say, in hushed tones, that the great Asami Ryuichi sulked the entire trip.

When he returned home Akihito's scent was, begrudgingly, normal and Akihito said very little about what had happened during his time alone. So when Asami took him to bed that night, he may have taken out his disappointment on the young man, imaging to himself what Akihito would have been like, how he would have smelled, how desperate he would be on Asami's cock, wet and open and so, so desperate. As he thrusted inside of him, with Akihito on his elbows and knees, his hips in Asami's bruising hold, his shoulders, neck, and chest already littered with love bites from the previous round, panting, gasping for more, tightening around Asami's cock beautifully, Asami remembers leaning in to scent him against the soft spot on his neck when he caught the fading scent of Akihito's heat. His mind goes blank.

He remembers coming to after he knotted Akihito for the second time that night, locking him in place and holding him down as he pumped him full of his seed as Akihito begged and cursed him. However the way he held on to Asami in the afterglow and the soft kisses they shared before drifting off to sleep let Asami know that Akihito wasn't really mad at him.

However the next day, Akihito was cursing him up a storm and added honey to his morning tea as revenge. It was well worth it especially since Akihito carried Asami's scent for the next three days, giving Asami a taste of what it could be like should he bond with Akihito permanently.

The fusion of his and Akihito's scent made Asami begin to dream about the next time Akihito's heat arrives. He promised himself he wouldn't be absent, and Akihito would not go to a heat house again. He would not miss the opportunity to sink his teeth into the soft patch of skin on Akihito's neck, branding him for life and showing anyone who's stupid enough to try and touch his pet, his omega, that there would be trouble. Akihito would be claimed, and no one could take him away again without paying the price.

And now, Asami gets mark Akihito forever because Akihito asked him to stay.

Akihito coos at him as Asami places him on the bed, his legs still wrapped around Asami's waist. He could feel the dampness of Akihito's slick beginning to seep through his own trousers. "Let's get you out of these, kitten," He says, moving his hands down Akihito's thighs and then up again, dragging his nails as he goes to unfasten his jeans causing Akihito to roll his hips at the sensation. "They're not going to be very useful in the next coming days." Akihito only moans in response as Asami begins to remove his shoes and jeans.

He'll blame the heat fever later but as Asami peels Akihito out of his jeans, he's hit with the unsaturated and dense scent of that is purely Akihito. Like snorting a line of coke, Asami is immediately hit with intense exhilaration and desire. His mouth waters and he can hardly help himself as he leans in to lick some of the slick off of Akihito's inner thigh. "Aahh!" Akihito cries out, automatically spreading his legs wider for Asami as he begins to leave a trail of warm, open mouth kisses towards his groin. Asami's never seen something so delectable as Akihito right now; with his legs spread and his briefs – once a light gray color, now dark with slick, the fabric clinging to his straining erection which twitches ever time Asami licks him, his beautiful face flushed a bright pink, and those hazel eyes hooded and glazed as the heat fever sets in. He can't wait to finally sink into Akihito and tying him to Asami...but not yet. First, Asami has to torment his omega a little longer before he makes his claim.

As he brings his mouth to Akihito's covered dick, he only manages one good lick against the fabric before Akihito suddenly jolts and starts to push him away. "Wait, wait, wait!" He says and starts to scramble off the bed and away from Asami.

Asami sits there for a moment, blinking rapidly at the empty spot before him...this isn't right.

"What are you doing?" He asks, bewildered, looking back and forth to the place where Akihito was and where he is and still having difficulty understanding why is not where he should be.

"EBC." The omega replies and begins to frantically look around the room. Asami tilts his head in subtle confusion.

"...A, B, C?" He asks slowly, and watches Akihito get up – or rather stumble off the bed. Asami reaches out for him as Akihito sways as if he could catch him from the other side of the bed before he falls down, but the omega manages to catch himself on the night table causing the lamp shifts a little due to the impact.

"E. B. C., Asami," Akihito says slowly as he looks back at the alpha like Asami supposed to know what he's talking about. "Emergency Birth Control."

Well, it sounds like he is supposed to know what he's talking about. "Uh..." The alpha is still at a loss as to why Akihito is away from him.

Akihito ignores him and opens the top drawer of the night table that he's clinging to. "Ah ha! Yes!" He exclaims and pulls out what looks to be some sort of EpiPen. Asami raises an eyebrow as Akihito holds it out like a trophy as he removes his tie and suit jacket.

"Is that it?" He asks, already knowing the answer even as Akihito nods his head eagerly.

"Now I don't have to worry about carrying any of your brats." He teases, his words still a bit slurred as he uncaps the pen.

Suddenly, a vision of Akihito carrying a baby in his arms with his dark hair and Akihito's eyes, beaming up at him as he greets Asami at the door after work sprouts something warm in his chest and he aches. The feeling is sudden and new, and it nearly chokes Asami with its presence but it doesn't stop the words as they leave his tongue in hush, soft tones, "What if that's what I want?"

The whispered question cuts through the easy, lust-filled atmosphere like a heated blade and now he's ruined it because he wants too much. He always wants too much...

Akihito snaps his attention back to the alpha, unsure if what he heard actually came out of Asami's mouth. The birth control pen hovers over his leg, nearly forgotten. There's a moment where they just stare at each other – one in shock while the other stares back; shaken yet honest. Then Akihito's eyes narrow, his own determination and rebellion winning out and stabs the pen into his thigh with a hiss.

"I'm not giving you any kids until I have a ring on my neck, Asami Ryuichi." He declares between his teeth, his words and eyes suddenly very sober.

Asami smirks, "That won't be a problem." He replies as he starts to crawl across the bed towards the omega.

Akihito shakes his head, rubbing his thigh as he tries to sooth away the sting, "And you're not giving me a ring on my neck while I'm having an instant heat."

He stops short in surprise, "This isn't your normal heat?" He didn't know Akihito had instant heats. There's a strange mix of relief and disappointment twisting in his gut that he quickly ignores. He understands that instant heats are a common phenomenon, but he's never been with someone who's actively going through one. Though it explains why Akihito smelled normal yesterday and why this is all so sudden. "Do you normally have instant heats?"

Akihito plops back onto the bed, sinking into the pillows with a sigh, "No. This is my first one." Asami watches the tension pour out of his body. "My mind's not so hazy now. I think the E.B.C. is helping me think clearly," he says, looking over to Asami, "But I don't know how long that will last, though."

"It's probably temporary. Your scent is still strong." Asami says as he shifts closer to Akihito. The immediate desire to continue where they were a few minutes ago is still there, near boiling in the back of Asami's mind but there's no need to rush through it. He'll have hours to soak into the omega's scent soon enough. Regardless that this isn't Akihito's true heat, it's still Akihito's heat and its something that Asami has been looking forward to for months so he feels no need to rush.

Akihito scrunches his nose, "Yeah, well that's because I keep...leaking." He says, reluctantly, "It feels like I'm constantly yet slowly peeing myself."

Asami laughs quietly at Akihito's crude explanation.

"Well it does!" Akihito exclaims, laughing along, "I don't know why you alphas find this part "sexy"."

"It's more than just the slick, Akihito." He assures him.

It's the taste of it, like the forbidden fruit from Eden and the greed of always wanting more and never getting enough, he wants to say. The feeling of being drunk and in power while simultaneously being stripped of strength and sanity as the mind becomes blind with lust. Heats are a conundrum for Asami. For a man who likes to be in control and in power, sharing heats has always been complicated. He's shared heats before and while he's enjoyed the feeling of letting his mind slip into instinct and desire in the end, Asami never looked forward to the actually "sharing" a heat with anyone. It was an emotional chore, an inconvenience with his past lovers because they always wanted something more from him, something he could not give them no matter how pretty they begged. In truth, they could not tempt him beyond a scent and warm body. Heat sharing was something that he had to talk himself into when he was approached in the past and there were times that he refused, claiming to be too busy but in reality, he wasn't interested.

Of course with Akihito, it's completely different. He's been waiting for this moment for weeks and the desire to claim and mate with Akihito is nearly unbearable. It's something far more than just a good scent.

"I'll take your word for it." Akihito hums as he shifts up against the pillows. Asami watches him simply for the sake to watch him as the omega closes his eyes, relaxing against the soft bedding, hands resting on his stomach. His eyes travel down, taking in the details of Akihito's body.

He's still in his t-shirt and briefs, his dark gold hair a mess against the white pillows, having sweat and constant greedy hands running through it. His lean yet dainty legs stretched out before him and Asami is too weak now to stop himself from touching them, trailing his hand softly against the warm skin. He's looking forward to having Akihito's legs wrapped around his shoulders and waist later. He runs his hand up to Akihito's hip but doesn't reach for Akihito's dick which has gone slightly soft in his damp briefs. Akihito's dick is strangely cute. A perfect rose pink when fully erect and straining, it fits in Asami's hand nicely and always responds so beautifully to all of Asami's touches. Especially the mean ones. Asami smirks, imaging Akihito squawking at him if he were to tell him that. He doesn't treat it very often with his mouth but he wonders how different it will taste when it's covered in slick?

Moving his gaze up to Akihito's face before his desire outweighs his sanity, he finds that Akihito is watching him with a pitiful expression. Asami, wordlessly, raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry."

Asami frowns, "For what?"

Akihito waves his hand over his body, clearly referencing his heat. "I didn't mean for this to happen or for what happened out in the hallway. That wasn't my plan." Asami's mind flashes Ikeda and his stupid condescending grin as he hovers over Akihito's body and Asami barely manages to stop the growl growing in his chest. "I tried to get here before it really started. I thought I was careful with not anyone seeing me."

"You don't have a weak scent, Akihito." He says as he remembers the smell of summer rain and citrus drenching the halls as he stepped out of the meeting room, "You may not have been seen but the only reason you got caught was because your scent drew everyone in."

"Well that's why I tried to get here without causing any trouble."

"You could have just called." Asami says. The "me" was heard but left unsaid.

"It crossed my mind, sort of. I just," He shrugs, "I just didn't want to bother you with this."

It stings to hear and Asami can't help but flitch at them. "Why not?" He questions. You should bother me more often.

There's hesitation in Akihito's eyes as he looks away and mumbles, "...I didn't think you would want to share a heat with me."

Asami's frown deepens. "Why would you say that?" Where would you get that idea from? is the question that Asami wants to ask but doesn't.

"You never asked about my heats."

"You never talked about them." He counters.

Akihito groans, "Heat sharing is important. To me, Asami. I'm not going to do with just anybody. Especially not with strange, no good, smelly alphas who can't get a clue that the omega in question is not interested, what so ever."

"Am I a no-good smelly alpha?"

"No," he whines, "you smell too good, all the time. Even when I'm not in a heat and you already know that, you bastard." Asami feels himself preening, satisfied to know that his scent pleases Akihito. But it's short lived as he wonders why Akihito is so hesitant to share his heat with him.

"So why don't you want to share a heat with me?"

Akihito shakes his head, "That's not what I said."

"Then what are you saying?"

He releases a frustrated sigh as he sits up, "An instant heat is not the right time to discuss mating or not mating or what our future relationship is, and I've only started becoming more aware of where I fit in your life, Asami. Adding an instant heat, or even a regular heat into the mix when nothing has been discussed yet, isn't fair to either of us." He says. There's a pause as Akihito tries to get his melting thoughts in order. "And I wanted the first time I shared a heat to be special." He adds, his cheeks flushing slightly. It's precious if not a little wounding to Asami's heart.

Moments like this remind Asami of just how young Akihito is and how he still holds on to things like "sharing one's first heat" with childlike romance. It makes him feel the age difference between them.

"You don't think this would be special with me?"

Akihito shakes his head again, "No, it would – will be special because it's you, Asami, and while you weren't who I imagined at fourteen as the person I would share my first heat with...I really can't imagine anyone else now." Akihito looks so small and fragile as he wraps his arms around himself like a barrier as he reveals the truth. Asami wants so bad to kiss Akihito and his worries and fears away but he's rooted to the bedding, his heart pounding. "But I guess it wouldn't be special to you, because I'm sure you shared heats with others before." There was some bitterness in his tone.

Asami couldn't lie about that so he nods though his tongue feels heavy. "You're right. I have," He says, and he watches the honesty prick at Akihito's skin like a tack causing him to jolt and look away. "But I never shared a heat with you. I never wanted to share a heat with anyone. Until you, Akihito."

Akihito looks back at him, his eyes wide with the disbelief. "Really?" He whispers, a hopeful yet uncertain question.

Asami nods and whispers back a soft and vulnerable "yes" as he finally closes the short distance between them to place a gentle kiss on Akihito's temple.

"Would it help if I asked you properly?" He asks. Akihito blinks and then slowly nods, a little unsure of what Asami means. Asami places another kiss on Akihito's temple, before crawling over and getting off the bed. Standing over him, Akihito watches him, a visible question mark hanging over his head as he waits for whatever Asami is about to do. Asami looks at him and then gently sinks to his knees before him, bowing his head. He hears Akihito suck in his breath.

"Would you, Takaba Akihito, allow me, Asami Ryuichi, to share this heat with you?" He asks, formally.

Akihito stare at him, his eyes dilating with lust and affection. He licks his lips and Asami can hear him audibly swallow before a delicate reply of, "yes" is heard. Asami grins and stands.

"But, Asami, I don't want to bond." Asami's heart drops at those words. "Not now. Not like this."

He frowns, "What do you mean?"

Akihito shifts into the pillows, his face flushing pink and his eyes becoming unfocused and hazy. Asami gets hit with another wave of Akihito's scent and he can't stop himself from shaking with want. He's beginning to slip again, they both are, as the E.B.C. no longer keeping the heat fever at bay and Asami's own will is beginning to break.

"I don't want to become mates during an instant heat."

"But you want to be mates?" Asami asks, a little impatient.

They lock eyes.

"I want you to ask me properly." He says with determination, "No heats, no pheromones. When neither of us are under the influence of all of this. Just you, asking me and meaning it." Asami can tell that words are becoming more and more difficult for Akihito.

"Alright," He says after a moment, "we'll wait and I'll ask you again when I'm no longer "under the influence" as you say." Asami leans in, making sure to be at eye level with Akihito before continuing, his voice a husky whisper, "Besides, that will give me more time as I haven't quite figured out where to put my mark yet." He watches hazel-blue eyes widen and subconsciously tilts his neck, showing off the unmarked skin to Asami. He licks his teeth as his eyes travel down, imaging how pretty Akihito's neck will be when he has his teeth embedded into his skin.

"I like the thought of being traditional, I could place the mark here," He says as he pokes a finger at the middle of Akihito's neck. "It is the classic placement for a reason. After all, bond marks are meant to be seen and noticeable, so that others will know that you have already been claimed and that no one would be stupid enough to touch you. It's also meant to be modest, if you were to wear collared shirts or a robe, only a sliver of the mark shows." He says as he traces an invisible line, as if tracing the future mark. The touch causes Akihito to shiver.

"But you primarily wear casual clothing, so it will always be seen, and while the idea pleases me greatly, you like your privacy and wouldn't want any attention drawn to you like that so perhaps I should mark you here." He slides his finger down to the base of Akihito's neck, where the collar of his shirt sits. "Here, your shirts would cover up the mark for the most part and no one would be the wiser. I know that this mark is becoming more favored in recent decades for privacy reasons. It would be easy to place the mark, after all the best way to place it would be for me to take you on your knees. A position I know you're quite fond of." Akihito moans and Asami no longer resists not kissing him.

After a moment he eventually pulls back. "My only issue with that placement is that in the old days that what the secondary spouses received. You're not secondary, Akihito." He says seriously.

"Asami..."

He rolls over on his back, pulling Akihito over him, having him straddle him so Akihito can ride him. "Now I am a greedy selfish bastard, as you lovingly tell me, so of course my favorite would be putting the mark here." He brings his fingers to the top of Akihito's neck, just a finger above where the traditional placement would be. "This was once considered a very honorable placement. No collar can cover it, even if you were to wear a turtleneck every day, it would always be seen." He smirks, "And the best way to place the mark on you is for you to be in this very position. Facing me. You know how much I love it when you ride me."

Akihito flushes and begins to grind against Asami, his hands twisting in Asami's shirt. Asami rocks back, his dick growing harder with every thrust of Akihito's hips.

"That one."

"Hmm?"

"I want that one." Akihito breathes, meeting Asami's eyes.

Asami's heart beats harder as he leans up to kiss him. Akihito meets him half way, his hands traveling up his chest, placing an open mouth kiss on his jaw while combing his fingers through Asami's dark locks but before their lips meet Akihito tugs hard on the strands of hair causing Asami's head to yank back with a grunt just as Akihito hovers over his mouth, just a breath away.

"But not. Until. You ask me. Properly." He says, forcing each word between his teeth.

Releasing Akihito's hands from his hair, Asami closes the distance between them to capture Akihito's lips once more, tongue quickly sliding into his open mouth.

"You're wearing too many clothes." He says in between kisses, tugging at his shirt. Akihito has the audacity to laugh at him.

"Me? You're still in a suit!" He giggles. Brat.

Asami grins and pushes Akihito onto his back, spreading his legs open to give Asami a good view of his omega and says, "I believe I was in the middle of something before someone rudely interrupted me."

"Oh yes, blame the responsible omega for remembering to take birth control so no unwarranted pregnancies can occur."

Asami bites the soft skin of Akihito's inner thigh in retaliation. "Shut up and slip into your heat fever already."

Akihito blows a raspberry at him.

He'll pay for that. In orgasms. Asami grins wickedly against Akihito's thigh. Let's start on the first one. Something primal growls at back of Asami's mind, which sounds like 'finally'. He rises up to take Akihito's mouth again, gentle and slow but deep enough for Akihito to begin to melt against the mattress as he wraps his arms loosely around Asami's shoulders. Asami runs his hands down his stomach and reaches for the hem of Akihito's shirt. He begins to push it up, never breaking his pace as he continues to kiss Akihito. When his hands reach his nipples, Asami's fingers take their time twisting and tweaking them with the same rhythm of his tongue, causing Akihito to squirm beneath him. Asami smirks against his mouth. He pulls back eventually to rid of Akihito's shirt once and for all.

"You too." Akihito gasps and reaches to unbutton Asami's shirt. Well, he tries, but the process is a little to delicate for an omega in a heat fever daze and he only manages to get one button undone before Asami has to take over. Besides, when Asami's chest is finally revealed Akihito is immediately distracted and sticks his face in at the base of Asami's neck, taking in his scent and starts to nuzzle his jaw.

Asami makes quick work of his trousers and quicker work of removing Akihito's briefs.

Finally, they're both naked, sitting chest to chest with Akihito's scent heavy in the air. Asami drags his hand down Akihito's back until he feels the slick on the back of his thighs and then follows the trail to the source between Akihito's cheeks. Asami doesn't need to work too hard to open Akihito up, he's wet enough to take his cock with hardly any prep but that's not the point. He enjoys foreplay as much as he enjoys the actual act of sex. However, Akihito will run him through the ground while he's in his heat and Asami is not a new young stud anymore. He'll have to wear Akihito out a little before he can finally sink inside him. His cock twitches in anticipation.

He finds the wet puckered hole with ease, traces the entrance with his fingertip twice before sliding in one digit easily. Akihito hums as he grinds against him. Asami feels his hot, damp breath against his neck. He slides in his second finger, thrusting them in and out in a steady yet quick rhythm making a wet slick noise that seemed to echo through the room. Akihito moans and arches his back as Asami continues to finger him, twisting his fingers in and out and rubbing against the smooth walls of Akihito's hole. The omega nips at Asami's neck, leaving small bites underneath his jaw and on his shoulder with every other thrust.

Asami presses a few kisses on Akihito's cheek and one on his lips before telling Akihito to lie back. He removes his fingers causing Akihito to whine a complaint. "Hush, we're just getting started." Asami says as he slides off the bed until his knees touch the floor, dragging Akihito closer to the edge, spreading his legs wide.

Asami sees Akihito's cock for the first time today which is hard and pressed up against his belly, the head already red and the little knot at the base of his dick flaring. He's in prime position to come. Asami would roll his eyes if he didn't find it so endearing. Some heavy kissing and fingering and his boy is about to burst, it's honestly adorable.

He leans in and takes a heavy dose of Akihito's scent as he licks the head and then slides his dick into his mouth. Akihito immediately cries out his name, not expecting Asami's hot mouth on his overly sensitive member. Asami moves quickly, not wasting anytime as he sucks and licks at the head and places his hand onto the shaft, moving in time with the movements of his tongue. He then takes his other hand back towards Akihito's balls, taking a moment to fondle them before moving further back into his hole.

Akihito gasps loudly, placing his legs on to Asami's shoulders, tangling his hands into Asami's hair as Asami's mouth works wonders on his cock. Asami hums at the feel of Akihito's fingers in his hair which in turn causes Akihito to shiver at the vibration. "Asami, please!" He moans, just as Asami slips his fingers back into his hole. Akihito lets out another shout, jerking forward and holding on to the alpha's head as Asami's mouth sucks at the head, roughly twists his hand around his knot, and thrusts his fingers in and out of his body. "I'm, uh...gonna...ah!" He cries out as he comes down Asami's throat.

Asami swallows what he can as he works his hand slowly around the base of Akihito's sensitive cock. That's when he notices that Akihito's semen is sweeter than normal. Everything about him tastes sweeter, he muses, licking off the last of the sweet cum as Akihito melts onto the bed, breathing heavily as his first orgasm travels through him.

"I should suck your dick more often. "Asami mumbles to himself as he carefully climbs back onto the bed, ignoring the slight ache in his knees as he hovers over Akihito and leans in for a kiss. For a moment, it's chaste, a simple touch of the lips moving softly against each other until Asami begins to nibble at Akihito's bottom lip, silently asking for entry which is quickly granted. Akihito lets out a sharp gasp as he gets a small tastes of himself on his tongue.

As Asami pulls back, he says, "You're so sweet." Akihito gazes up at him, his eyes glazed and lust filled as he swallows his own cum. Asami watches him lick his lips before opening his mouth to show him an empty mouth. Asami takes a sharp breath in through his nose and murmurs, "Good boy," against Akihito's lips before taking him by the mouth again. Akihito moans as Asami's tongue traces the inside of his mouth like he trying to brand him from the inside out. Asami can't stop kissing him; his impulse to keep himself from touching and tasting Akihito have been blown to pieces since shut the door and now he's helpless against everything that is Akihito. He drags his mouth down Akihito's neck, nipping and licking down the soft skin. It's calling to him to bite down. He wants to. Akihito wants him to, instinctively; he's pushing out his neck for claiming, begging sweet cries into Asami's ear. His hips thrusting up against the alpha's causing Asami to finally take notice of his own cock, which pulsing and drooling pre-cum all over his and Akihito's stomach. He hisses at the touch which makes Akihito thrust harder against him, finding a desirable friction from Asami's thigh and cock. All the while, the omega keeps offering his neck to the alpha.

He wants to. Gods, he wants it so bad, his teeth ache as he grinds his molars. It would be so easy. Asami's not far from throwing himself into the daze of an omega's heat fever, allowing instinct to just simply take what it wants and damn the consequences. He knows that Akihito wants it too; he said so and that's why it would be so, so easy.

But he doesn't want it now because he wants Asami to ask him properly. And Akihito deserves to be asked properly. He fucked up the first time with Akihito nearly two years ago and that moment has haunted him every step of their relationship. So Asami will do this right, he will wait to ask Akihito properly. Even if it kills him...

He bites Akihito's neck hard enough to bruise but not hard enough to leave a permanent indention. Akihito shouts out Asami's name while grasping at Asami's back. He felt dull nails scratching at his back, leaving their own trace on his skin. He licks at the mark as he grinds his hips against the omega, feeling the wetness of Akihito's slick mixing with his own pre-cum and Asami needs to fuck him. Asami needs to fuck him now.

He pushes up Akihito's leg to his chest, making room from him to slid in between his legs, his hand traveling down towards Akihito's ass. He squeezes one cheek, feeling the delightful fullness of it and smacks it lightly with the palm of his hand. Akihito jumps a little and lets out a small giggle. Asami does it again for fun before finding Akihito's opening and slips two fingers back into his wet hole.

"God, you're soaked." He says, twisting his fingers in and out, "Look at how wet you are and we're only getting started." Akihito whimpers, thrusting his hips with the same rhythm as Asami's fingers. "You're so good and filthy and I get to have you all to myself." He slides in a third finger as Akihito rolls his head back, keening.

"Asami, please..."

He hums, "What is it, sweetheart?" The pads of his fingers rubbing against the warm, wet walls; alighting sparks to flash behind Akihito's eyes.

"Fuck me." He manages to say.

Asami chuckles, "I am." Pushing his fingers in harder to prove his point causing Akihito to gasp.

"No, no, no. I want it. I want more."

"More?" Asami asks and slips in his pinky finger. For a moment, that seemed to satisfy the omega, the look of bliss on his face as he feels the thickness of Asami's fingers. He begins to shake all over as Asami brings him closer to the edge.

"No. No, I want it. I want it, Asami." He whines, trying to focus his dazed hazel blue eyes onto Asami's fiery gold ones.

"What do you want?" He asks, heated. He wants to hear him say it. Needs to hear him say it.

He struggles for a moment, his eyes rolling back as he relishes the feeling of Asami's thick, long fingers continue to fuck him hard. He feels himself getting impossibly wetter, Asami's hand must be soaked now. He moans at the thought. He so, so close.

Asami begins to slow down, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly. His hand is cramping but he dutifully ignores it, waiting for Akihito to give him the answer he craves. "What do you want, Akihito?" He asks again, his patience is hanging by a thread.

Akihito lets out a strangled sob, his impending orgasm subsiding. He grinds his ass against the mattress for relief but it's not enough. "Your knot. Please, I want your knot, Asami. Pleasepleaseplease." He pants.

Finally.

"On your knees." He demands before manhandling Akihito onto his stomach. Once on his stomach, Akihito immediately arches his back and plants his face into the mattress. Asami runs his hand down Akihito's back, feeling the sweaty muscles twitch beneath his touch. When he reaches Akihito's ass, he takes both hands to knead the muscle before spreading his cheeks to give him the full view. He watches as a small trail of slick moves down the back of Akihito's thigh and Asami clicks his tongue.

"Just a quick taste." He whispers to himself and leans down to lick the slick off of Akihito's skin. He then follows the trail back to Akihito's entrance. Akihito lets out a drawn-out moan, his hands twisting in the bedding as he spreads his legs a little wider for more purchase. The slick has a strange taste; an earthy, salty bitterness mixed with a hint of citrus sparking on his tongue. As he flattens his tongue over the entrance of Akihito's hole, Asami thinks that the taste is something he could definitely get use to and slips his tongue into his hole. He holds Akihito's hips in place to prevent them from moving and delves in deeper with his tongue.

Akihito sobs as he reaches for his weeping cock, stroking it frantically as Asami continues to lick him open. It only takes Asami slipping in one finger alongside his tongue before Akihito comes again with a heavy shout. Asami continues to lick him through his orgasm, making soft flicks of his tongue against his entrance. Akihito pants heavily, his body a little heavier now that he's come twice. His mind is swimming in lust, his neck is sore in a way that makes him purr, his dick still hard and leaking telling him that he's not done. He wants more. He needs more.

"Asami...Asami..." He chants the alpha's name softly, looking over his shoulder for him. "Asami...I want it. You said you'd give it to me."

He's pitiful. It makes Asami want to torment him a little longer.

"And what am I supposed to give you, Akihito?" He teases. Akihito whines and pushes his body back towards Asami, until his ass is pressed up against his cock. He starts to grind against him. Asami's eyes flutter close as he lets out a small groan.

"Your knot, Asami. I want it, please." He begs.

He begs so prettily. Asami can't hold back any longer. "Alright, kitten." He moves Akihito into position, places his hand against the small of Akihito's back and moves the head of his cock towards the entrance and pushes inside. Akihito's back stretches and arches down as Asami slides to the hilt. He'll never get over the feeling of entering Akihito for the first time. He's still deliciously tight around him and so, so wet. Asami takes a moment to simply feel Akihito around him before slowing pulling out, making sure Akihito feel every inch of him. As soon as he's about to pull out completely, he slams himself back in, setting a steady but deep pace.

Akihito falls on to his forearms, his head bowed and panting at every thrust. He widens his legs slightly as Asami begins to pick up speed. His own cock begins to drool more pre-cum. It hurts slightly, the pain mixing in with building pressure of his third orgasm. Part of him doesn't want to come again so soon but his body isn't really giving him the option to hold off. It will chase euphoria over and over again until he collapses into puddle.

Asami feels his knot begin to bulge and thicken at the base and knows that he will start to lock soon. He achingly slows down his pace and grabs underneath Akihito's arms, pulling him up into a sitting position in his lap. Akihito moans at the change of position, feeling Asami deeper than before. He makes small, tight circles with his hips as Asami shallowly moves his hips up and down. Asami places his hand on Akihito's throat and whispers hotly in his ear, "Are you ready?" He squeezes his neck just enough for Akihito to feel the pressure as he swallows. He nods.

Asami squeezes tighter, "Say it."

"I'm ready, Asami, ImreadyImreadyImready..." He says like a prayer, leaning his head back, exposing his neck. Asami, satisfied, tilts Akihito forward just so, his hand still holding onto his neck. He closes his eyes and leans into the base of his neck and takes in a deep breath of Akihito's scent and thrusts once, twice more and then he's locked and cumming inside Akihito with a heated moan.

Akihito feels the heat of Asami's release and the thick knot keeping him in place. He squeezes around the knot, feeling it twitch again. Asami groans into his shoulder as another load is released. Akihito keeps squeezing and starts moving his hips again as he reaches for his own cock and begins stroking it leisurely.

Asami carefully falls down to the bed on his side, bringing Akihito with him, spooning him from behind as he continues to pump Akihito full. Of course, Akihito keeps squeezing around him, driving him mad as his knot flares with pleasure causing him to make shallow thrusts. He can't make any deeper thrusts until he softens a little.

"Stop milking me." He groans as he leaves open mouth kisses on the back of Akihito's neck.

Akihito makes a noise of discontent and his hand picks up speed while squeezing harder around the fullness of Asami's dick. Asami bites him lightly on his shoulder. He then brings his hand down to Akihito's cock, brushing the omega's hand away and with a few good hard tugs on his dick and couple of deeper thrusts, Akihito finally spills into Asami's hand with a breathless gasp. He places soft kisses under his ear and whispers sweet nothings to him as Akihito sinks down from his climax.

A few moments go by and finally, Asami's knot softens enough for him to slip out of Akihito. He waits to see if Akihito wants to continue but finds him resting against him. Asami reaches for a pillow and lifts up Akihito's head to rest. He slides his arm underneath Akihito's shoulders and skootches him closer to him.

Akihito rolls over on his side to face Asami, lift his head up and silently asks for a kiss. Asami smiles softly against his lips, his fingers following the soft line of his jaw to his chin.

They're by no means finished. This is a resting point and only the first round of many. Akihito's heat will bubble up again and then he'll be desperate and wanting in Asami's arms, begging him for cock and knot again, begging to come one more time.

Asami is loving every second of this. He has been waiting for this since Akihito's last heat and so far, the reality is much sweeter than his dreams. The desperation, the desire. The mixing of his and Akihito's scent. He may not be able to claim Akihito fully, but mark or no mark, Akihito is his mate, is his omega and soon everyone will know.

Something warm spreads across his chest as he tightens his grip around a sleeping Akihito. Asami closes his eyes, letting the drowsiness wash over him and drift into a light sleep. It's not long before he's shaken awake by the lustful omega hovering over him with hungry grin calling his name like a siren.

Be careful what you wish for, he thinks smugly to himself as he takes Akihito's nipple in between his teeth. The delightful moan that escapes Akihito's mouth stirs the inner primal alpha into action and Asami wouldn't have it any other way.

Let the second round begin, and reaches up for a searing kiss.