Although Toji promised to take the young omega back to his apartment, once reaching their building he finds himself begrudgingly unable to do so. Junpei is still unconscious in his arms with the front of his school shirt stained from his nosebleed. On top of that he's still emitting the heavy perfume of his heat cycle. There's no way Toji can leave him alone like this for the kid's panicked mother to find.
Gently he shakes the boy awake as he unlocks his own front door.
"Hey, wake up. We're here."
With a light hum, Junpei's eyes flutter. He makes no move to stand on his own yet, surprisingly comfortable with being carried by someone else. He looks around in confusion as he pieces together recent events.
"Where are we?"
"My place. I thought we could get you fixed up first before you go home. Is that a problem?" Toji asks, ready to carry him back downstairs if this is too awkward.
He hovers in the doorway and flicks on the light. His living quarters are nothing fancy by any means. The bachelor mess of dirty dishes and clothes strewn on the floor made it clear what kind of life he's been living. If the kid doesn't want to stick around, he would definitely understand.
Junpei shakes his head. "It's fine."
There's still nearly three hours to go before the final bell at school rings. His mother will know something happened if she wakes up and hears him this early. He yawns but winces when his stomach throbs painfully.
"Ah!"
"You alright? I have a first aid kit under the sink."
Toji heads to the bathroom without removing his shoes, still carrying his guest.
Setting the boy down on the edge of his tub, he begins rummaging through the cabinets, trying to keep his thoughts straight. Even now the smell soaked into his T-shirt is tempting his instincts. It'll be a fine trophy for later. He's earned that much, hasn't he? No one would shame him for wanting to hold onto the memory of getting to carry his–
He stops himself. His brain formed the words before he could stop them.
His omega.
He'd thought the same thing before while knocking that other shitty teen's lights out. Why is his brain doing this to him? He can't claim a boy this young! It would be reprehensible if anyone found out.
Get it together. The kid needs help.
After finding the first aid kit, he first takes out a face mask to keep out the maddening scent. Kneeling on the tile floor, he keeps his eyes lowered as he quietly huffs through his open mouth.
Junpei observes his odd nurse with apprehension.
"Are you feeling sick?" he asks.
Toji shakes his head, fishing a small blue package from the kit. He hands them to the boy.
"You should take these. They'll help you."
"What are they?" Junpei takes it and reads the impossibly long name he doesn't understand but the description beneath the name is much more clear.
Heat suppressant
Of course. The smell that his classmates were talking about must be bothering his neighbor too.
Junpei knows he's supposed to be taking these during his heat cycles. He walks past the reminder his mother wrote on the fridge every day. Usually he feels like it's a pointless activity, never doing anything to alleviate even his worst symptoms. He took them for his very first cycle and they had nothing to offer him in terms of relief. After two or three more, he accepted that they were useless to him for some reason.
"These don't work for me. I'm sorry. I know I smell bad," he apologizes, bowing his head meekly.
"Heh. Bad? That's a laugh," Toji huffs, fishing out some gauze and antiseptic from the kit.
"Come here, Junpei. Let's get your face clean."
Holding still as his face is scrubbed free of dried blood, Junpei stares up at the dark-haired man with wide, curious eyes. "How do you know my name?"
"I read it off your school uniform."
"Oh."
"You can call me Toji," he offers.
"Toji-san," Junpei echoes, thinking it must be his first name.
Satisfied enough that the boy's face was free from any trace of blood, the alpha excuses himself, returning with a glass of water.
"For the pills."
"But they don't work on me," the omega insists again.
Unconvinced, Toji tears open the little blue package in his teeth.
"We'll see about that. Will you just try taking them for me?"
He has to insist. Without the presence of blood to distract him, the only smell he can focus on is Junpei's heat.
For the love of God, please.
"Be a good boy?"
Junpei bites his lower lip, turning until his bangs hide his blushing face. It's the same placating line his mother uses to get him to remember his meds too, but it never makes him squirm like this.
He saw you, he reminds himself.
He saw your body, and he still thinks you're a good boy.
Holding out his hand, he takes the capsules, swallowing them with ease. There's a slight moment of regret as he remembers how dangerous it can be to take drugs from strangers, but reasons that Toji-san is his neighbor and this is common medication lots of boys his age have to take anyway.
"Should I go home now?" Junpei asks in a tiny voice, unsure if he's actually in a better state to leave.
"Your shirt looks pretty bad…" Toji mutters.
It's true. Junpei's outer school jacket is dark enough to hide the worst stains from plain sight, but the white collar of his undershirt is gruesomely telling.
"I could wash it for you," he offers.
Junpei sits quietly, weighing his options. It would be better if his mother didn't find evidence of his fight. He doesn't want her to worry, and his nose did bleed alot earlier.
"I guess that would be fine…Thank you." He bows his head politely.
"Alright. No problem. I'll go get you something else to wear while you wait."
"You mean…your clothes?" The boy's heart skips several beats at the thought.
"Sure. We can't have you sitting here naked, can we?" Toji calls back from the hallway.
Although he appears calm on the surface, the alpha is cracking at his foundations. He can practically taste Junpei's fevered skin across his tongue even behind his mask. God, he hopes the boy's scent lingers behind.
He's really behind on his chores, but he does find a long-sleeved gray sweater for the boy to wear.
Rapping lightly on the now closed bathroom door, he clears his throat.
"I, uh, got something for you to wear."
Christ, this feels awkward. He swallows nervously, waiting patiently as the doorknob twists open and a shaky hand reaches out for the sweater.
"Thank you…" whispers a tiny voice from the other side.
"Don't mention it," Toji mumbles, meaning it quite literally. He doesn't need today's events catching up to him.
"You can just toss your clothes outside the door and I'll get your laundry started."
Leaning against the wall, he rubs his jaw as he waits for Junpei to deposit his laundry on the floor. Afterwards he scoops up the boy's clothes, praying to no gods in particular for the heat suppressants to take effect.
"Why don't you help yourself to whatever's in the fridge once you're dressed? Eating something will help those meds work faster."
"Umm… O-okay."
Ah, shit. The kid's probably still naked. He tries not to cling to that fantasy too long.
The laundry room is a wreck just like the rest of his apartment. Toji treats the blood stains while his mind is spinning at a million miles per minute. Idiot! Why is he pushing his luck? This is the most asinine thing he's done since…since he beat up a teenager a half hour ago. What is it about this boy that erodes his reason?
He looks down, and finally discovers a spatter of blood across his chest. He can smell that it isn't Junpei's.
Shit…
Removing his shirt, he adds it to the wash. Thankfully his pants are still clean from what he can tell. He glances around the room for something else to wear and finds a thin, black sleeveless shirt. After cramming a few more things in to make a full load, he adds detergent and presses start. He focuses on the hum of the machine and the trickle of water already pouring over their clothes. There won't be a trace of the boy's scent left on his own laundry by the time the cycle is done. That thought should reassure him. It doesn't.
There's a rattling sound he recognizes as the door of the fridge being opened in the kitchen. Good. Once those meds are working they both should have some relief. The kid said they didn't affect him, but Toji has his doubts. They're designed to help all omegas with their physical discomfort and hormones–
"Oh, fuck…"
Hormones.
Toji could kick himself for not realizing his mistake sooner. The most common brands of medication to prevent heat cycles often forget one important detail of their clientele: not all omega's bodies are the same. Toji was too distracted by his territorial anger to put two and two together earlier, but he saw that Junpei's isn't like other boys. It would be easy for someone at a pharmacy to overlook this and give him the wrong medication without realizing it isn't the type he needs. Junpei was right. The pills Toji gave him won't work.
"God dammit!"
Toji stuffs a dryer sheet in the filter pocket of his mask. One last ditch effort to help him ignore the scent of Junpei's heat. Lavender is supposed to be calming, right? That should be somewhat useful, but fuck, fuck, fuck! This was his stupidest decision in years.
He heads to the living room where he hears his guest.
"Your clothes will be ready in about two and a half hours. Sorry, my dryer is….."
Toji's jaw falls with stunned silence. Nothing would have prepared him for what was waiting.
In his hurry to start the laundry, he hadn't noticed the boy's pants were tossed together with the jacket and shirt as well. Junpei sits with bare legs crossed on the futon, holding an open carton of strawberries directly between them as he eats. The gray sweater was long enough to fit the boy like a mini dress, riding up his thighs generously.
Junpei glances up when he hears his host's footsteps, counting several jagged scars on the man's upper arms that were hidden earlier by sleeves. He can tell something isn't right by the sound of the man's ragged breathing amplified behind his mask. That and the way that he's simply standing in the hallway, unmoving.
"Toji-san?"
The alpha doesn't answer, staring in an increasingly unsettling manner. Whatever calming effect lavender is supposed to have on the brain, it's simply no match for this. The last shred of Toji's discipline is snapping like thin twine. The little whelp is taunting him in his own home.
Still unsure of what could be wrong, Junpei holds up the plastic carton.
"Are you hungry?"
With a dark glint in his eyes, he approaches his guest with tentative steps, planting both hands on either side of Junpei's shoulders. The alpha's glare penetrates him to the core. There's a sharp inhale from behind the mask that could almost be mistaken for a laugh if it weren't so harsh. Junpei startles, unsure of what to make of this sudden switch in his neighbor's behavior.
"I'm starving." Toji emphasizes in a dark, dripping voice.
He removes the mask, flicking it to the floor.
"Well? Aren't you going to feed me?" he asks in a sultry tone.
The nervous omega hesitates, unable to gauge if he's being toyed with. His attention is drawn to the scar at the corner of the older man's mouth. A strange urge to trace over it with his fingertip blossoms, which only makes him blush fiercely. He can't look away from those lips.
Don't think about it. Just do what he asks, a tiny voice whispers reassuringly from his subconsciousness.
Junpei reaches for a strawberry, having no knowledge that by holding the carton between his legs, his scent would lightly coat each one. He holds it up shakily, doubting that Toji actually will want to eat it from his hand. Such an intimate act would be improper, but when an incredible softness brushes past his fingertips, the boy's heart skips several beats. He's too flustered to look up, instead watching the alpha's throat as it swallows and mimicking the action himself.
"Delicious…" Toji declares, licking his lips with lascivious enjoyment.
"I..I should go…" Junpei whimpers but makes no move to get up. His body refuses.
The older man only rubs his chin in amusement.
"Your clothes aren't ready yet. Do you really think you can make it back to your apartment in your condition? Someone is sure to see you, even if you took the elevator instead of the stairs, you'd have to stand there in the hallway with your smell filling up the hallway. How many alphas are on this floor, I wonder? They'd have a fun time fighting over you, which you may or may not enjoy."
Junpei's face turns even redder, both terrified and mesmerized by what he's hearing. His focus shifts between those lips spewing filth and the door, which is seemingly growing further away by the minute. A single commanding finger on his chin directs him to look up into a pair of burning eyes.
"Remember what happened in the alley? You're safest here with me, little Junpei-kun. Don't you want to stay out of trouble and be a good boy?"
After a moment, the omega nods. His heart flutters at the slight contact. God, how he wants Toji to lean in closer, to give Junpei the permission needed to meet him halfway. He's never been kissed before. Would it be nice with an older man? A man who tasted like strawberries?
"What's that face for? Thinking naughty things?" Toji asks, arching an eyebrow curiously.
"No! I promise I'm not!" he blurts, blushing fully crimson. He's never been a very good liar.
"I'll bet you are. You omegas can't help it when you're in heat. It's alright, you can tell me. I'm sure your poor body is at its limit. What do you usually do to get yourself off?" His thumb grazes the inside of the omega's thigh just above his knee, just enough to make the boy twitch.
Junpei's mouth snaps shut and he shrinks in place. He really shouldn't talk about something like that with someone he hardly knows, but the soft stroking motions of those warm fingertips are baiting him to answer.
"I…I grind on m-my pillow," he confesses in a hushed whisper.
Toji's eyes light up. "Really? That's kinda sweet. I bet you look really cute while you're doing it."
Junpei chews his bottom lip before continuing.
"I also use…my hairbrush."
Another shred of alpha sanity snaps, fraying at its edge.
"Oh, yeah? What do you do with it?"
"Th-the handle…It feels nice inside."
God what a lovely vision that plants in the alpha's brain.
"So…You're already putting things inside yourself? Does it make you cum?"
Junpei's gaze falters, and he blushes again furiously. Hearing his neighbor talking like this is making him feel strange, but also…excited.
"...No. Not really."
"I can smell you. All of your frustrations and anguish twisting up inside. Everything that keeps you up at night."
Growing bolder now, Toji wraps his searching fingertips beneath the boy's knee to lightly trace the sensitive skin.
"What if I promise to make that pain go away? Would you finally smile for me instead of giving me those nasty scowls whenever we cross paths?"
"I…I don't scowl," the boy protests meekly.
"No? Your nose always wrinkles up when you see me."
"You smell like cigarettes."
"And you smell like heaven."
Toji sinks down lower breathing in pure musk.
With his lust rising, he nudges Junpei's legs open. Just a mere tapping of his finger is all it takes to encourage it, opening the space further and sealing himself to his own intentions. The scent flowing from between the boy's thighs wraps itself around him, commanding to follow it down. The alpha nuzzles into one pale, plush thigh. His tongue laps for a taste all on its own, finding the smoothness too irresistible to stop himself from nipping the spot playfully. The reaction is immediate–ripping a startled shriek from the boy's throat that he quickly cuts off in embarrassment. In the act of pulling him closer to the edge of the futon, Toji knocks the plastic carton from its place, sending red berries rolling across the floor.
"Ah! Toji-san-! Wh-what are you doing?!" Junpei squeaks.
"Do you still want to leave?" Toji smirks, already knowing the answer. He continues pressing slow, tantalizing kisses into Junpei's skin.
"I…I-I don't know!"
The boy's voice is quavering, betraying his fear but also his excitement. There are butterflies turning somersaults in his stomach so furiously that it's painful. His entire body is hot and he can hear his heart beating thunderously in his ears. Toji-san is so beautiful. Junpei knows he shouldn't be looking at an adult this way, or letting anyone touch him or kiss him like this, but that only fuels his curiosity. He gasps when teeth close on his flesh, but still says nothing. The words "don't" and "stop" are eagerly marrying on the tip of his tongue.
At last Toji pauses, resting his chin on a bare trembling knee. He cocks his head to the side, licking his lips as he surveys his prize eagerly.
"Let me explain what's happening. Your obedient little omega brain isn't going to let you leave."
Junpei's fingers curl into the cushion beneath him. "What do you mean?"
"Your instincts will take over any second, just like mine did after smelling you for so long. Just watch, your natural desire to serve an alpha is harder to fight than you can even imagine. Your body is going to react all on its own. Then we're going to take care of that awful ache in your tummy," he purrs.
Another wrenching cramp announces itself, making the boy nearly double over. He cries out in distress and feels a warm hand on his shoulder. He leans into the touch, eager to have someone–anyone here for him right now. It's doubtful that he could make it to the elevator at the end of the hallway outside like this. It feels so much worse than normal. He whimpers, holding himself with both arms across his middle.
Toji guides the distraught Junpei to lay on his side to ease the pressure. Unabashedly he strokes down to the boy's narrow hips, relishing in the small sounds he makes in response to an alpha's caress. The tension is dissipating with each second of their contact. An evolutionary adaptation that alone is enough to ease the worst of an omega's discomfort, but not erase it entirely. Toji takes great pleasure in seeing how the boy's body is already responding to him, and presses his thumb in a tight circle at the valley of Junpei's waist, grinding the soft fabric of his sweater against the boy's fevered skin. Feigning the overestimation of his own strength, Toji's motions rock the boy up and down in a suggestive tempo.
"How's this?" he asks, knowing the answer already.
Junpei's cheeks are pink and his eyes are fairly rolling back on their own. It's not where he's being touched that's helping him so much as how it's being done. God, Toji's body must be incredibly capable. The alpha's grip barely tries to hold back how forcefully he could handle the boy's supple body. Bravely, Junpei seeks out the hand rocking him, locking it in place with his own so it can't leave. He twists his thighs together, crossing his legs to pinch his throbbing to its maximum, but it still isn't enough. Abandoning his shyness out of desperation, he begins to rub vigorously between his legs.
Toji doesn't hide his approval in the slightest. "Yeah? Is it that good, baby? So good you have to play with yourself? I'll manhandle you some more if that's what you like."
Fully aroused, the alpha tightens his grip and kneels over the boy, purposefully avoiding touching him anywhere else but his waist. He longs to hear the sweet placating sobs of an omega begging for relief, maybe even shedding real tears. Just a little more teasing should do the trick. Junpei should be a blubbering mess within moments. He's already moving on his own beneath his hand. This isn't Toji's first omega by any means, and he knows asserting his position over the boy will trigger his submissive instincts. Fuck, he smells so sweet. The lingering scent of strawberries in the air teases the alpha's palate, enticing him to lean down and taste the boy's skin between his teeth. But not yet. He wants to enjoy every moment of this encounter.
The nape of Junpei's neck is bared as his hair slides away, beckoning Toji with pale smoothness. Carefully, painstakingly, the flushed alpha drags just the tip of his nose up the column of warm, sensitive skin. He exhales behind the boy's ear, nuzzling his way further into soft, dark brown hair. When quiet, strangled sobs reach his ears, He mercifully lowers himself to lie down behind the boy, letting the bouncing motion of Junpei's hips meet his own.
"That's it. Just like that, sweetheart. Do you like what you're feeling?" Toji asks, giving one merciful thrust into Junpei's ass. His erection prods the boy with unspoken demand.
It rattles poor Junpei enough to cry out and hide his reddening face in the crook of his arm. He freezes up, but the grip on his waist commandingly pulls him back in place. There's something hard grinding between the backs of his thighs.
That's a dick! Junpei marvels in a stupor.
He's never seen one in person much less felt one pressed up on his body. An alpha expressing desire for him in this way is too overwhelming. No one has ever gone out of their way to try making him feel this good. What should he do? He wants to bounce against it, but that's wrong…Isn't it? The delicious warmth of Toji's chest on his back is telling him otherwise. The pain in his stomach is lessening too, little by little.
Maybe he can do it just for a little while longer…
He can stop before things get too carried away.
Taking a deep breath and keeping his eyes closed, Junpei shyly presses back into the man behind him, praying that he's moving correctly and not looking foolish. A deep and approving moan from Toji goads him further and strong fingers dig into his hip.
"There you go. Great job…That's really good. And it feels good to have a man here, doesn't it? Right here?"
He emphasizes as he suddenly snaps forward with his hips, forcing Junpei to cry out in alarm when that hard bulge hits his backside. Such a sweet sound, a tease of what's to come. He does it again when the boy's ass returns for more.
Junpei's cheeks are burning from embarrassment. Toji's breath feels so hot on his neck, and he's speaking in such a perverse voice, but the omega can't make himself get up. His body is still in desperate need of relief. His brain screams to trust in the enormous alpha steadily rocking him. In his frantic heart Junpei somehow already knows that if he can only manage to find the right words to ask, Toji could take away this terrible, lingering ache inside.
A warm hand slips beneath the sweater's edge.. Rough fingertips stroke along the first few precious centimeters of skin, eliciting a shudder that shakes the distraught omega all the way down to his curling toes.
"Good boy, Junpei-kun. You're so fucking cute. I like how your body feels in my hands. Do you want to show me more?" Toji asks in a gruff voice.
The boy stops his movements, going suddenly rigid. He'd left his binder in the bathroom earlier.
He already saw, Junpei reminds himself.
Fine. If it's what Toji wants…
Taking the hem of the sweater in his fingers, he begins inching the fabric upward to expose his stomach. Immediately Toji's hand sweeps between those narrow hips, scratching lightly to raise goosebumps on the sensitive skin.
"Mmm…Keep going. Don't keep your alpha waiting."
A whimper escapes from Junpei's lips as he pulls the sweater up to his chin, revealing his modest breasts. His heart is beating so furiously that Toji can see its pulse. He palms it lightly, stroking the valley of the boy's chest with almost reverence, cradling the heartbeat while marveling how it flutters like a sparrow. The tenderness of the act catches his lovely prey off guard. Junpei inhales sharply. He isn't expecting to be caressed so softly, especially after what he went through with Nishimura. Pleasure gradually eases its way throughout his entire body, giving him the courage he needs to open his eyes at last. He gulps his nerves down with much difficulty and peers back at the man above.
Toji keeps his hand at the center of the boy's chest, unmoving.
"What a pretty boy," he praises, reaching to brush Junpei's bangs away. He's met with a flinch instead as the omega turns his head.
"S-sorry…I have scars," he whispers.
Toji only chuckles. "Yeah? That's alright, so do I."
Junpei looks back up, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. He appraises the alpha's bare arms with new interest. They were littered with evidence of what must have been a horrifically violent past. With numerous fresher scars sliced over old, there's no way of telling how many there are in total. There must be even more that Junpei can't see, although he's distracted by the way the older man's chest strains at the thin fabric of his shirt.
"How did you get yours, Toji-san?"
"What do you mean? The same way you got yours." His hand comes up again slowly, trying once again to part Junpei's hair out of the way. This time he successfully brushes it aside and places his palm over the small, circular marks the boy always worked to keep hidden.
"Other people?" Junpei can't imagine anyone getting the best of a man like Toji. That thought oddly scares him.
"Yeah. They can be pretty ruthless, but I don't have to tell you that, do I? How long have those punks from your school been giving you grief?"
The omega fights against the tightening in his throat. He hates talking about school, but Toji's thumb circles over his cheek with marvelously distracting motions. Eventually his tongue unknots.
"Three years. Ever since I started dressing in a boy's uniform."
"What else is a boy supposed to wear?" Toji asks.
Junpei smiles tentatively, feeling another rush of heat to his cheeks. Normally he detested being touched by anyone, even in casual passing. Hands only brought pain, but Toji-san's are so different. Junpei stares at the cuts on the back of the alpha's rough knuckles and thinks again of how badly Nishimura must have been hurt by them.
Bravely, he shoves all reservations aside, touching the back of that large hand delicately to coax it to cup his left breast. Toji's palm is warm and comforting, gently massaging Junpei's skin with experienced care. He strokes the pad of his thumb across the pert little nipple, making the boy sing with another soft cry. It isn't a discouraging sound at all. Junpei's face turns a brilliant pink as he squirms, trying hard to keep himself from grinding on the knee presently between his legs. It's so temptingly close. When Toji begins to follow the boy's motions, gently swaying the slight frame up and down by the grip on his sweet little breast, the omega has to stuff the sweater between his teeth to keep quiet.
The corners of Toji's lips curl into a satisfied grin. "Do you like that, baby?"
The pet name melts Junpei instantly and he whimpers loudly despite having his mouth stuffed.
Baby.
Hearing the sultry voice of Toji-san calling him this lulls him into a trance. He nods his head, eyes dreamily half-open in wonder at these new sensations. He's warm and tingly all over with giddy anticipation. He reaches up, gently taking the alpha's face in his hands, and pulls him in closer to his chest. As he watches the older man's mouth open, his own does the same.
"Ahh! Toji-san," he moans as a broad, sweeping tongue circles his skin.
Toji moves deliberately, alternating back and forth and sucking lightly to harden both nipples. The softness of Junpei's skin is far beyond what he imagined. His cute little tits barely bounce in place as Toji jostles his body with a playful thrust. A feral growl slips from deep within him, rattling the boy to his teeth. He works slowly, taking great care not to bite down although the desire sits heavily.
Play nicely, he reminds himself. If he ruins everything now, he'll be right back where he started at square one. Just a little more teasing should be enough.
Toji pulls his mouth up, panting lightly across wet skin.
"Do you want to show me where it hurts?"
The omega gives one last almost wistful glance at the door, then slowly begins to inch up the hem of the sweater higher.
"That's the spirit," Toji croons as he pulls his prey closer to the edge, taking the liberty of slipping those slender legs over his shoulders to bring his face level with the source of his intoxicating anguish. Without bothering to remove the cloth separating them, the alpha shoves into that sweetness nose-first, triggering a yelp from above.
"T-Toji-san?!"
But he can't be bothered to reply. His fingers dig into the boy's thighs, pushing them apart wider. He presses through soft cotton underwear, soaking it. The taste leaking onto his tongue stirs his desires, prompting him to moan against Junpei's most sensitive place. It isn't long before he loses his patience with playing on the outside. Being this close and not indulging himself fully simply isn't an option. Pulling wet fabric aside with a single finger slipped underneath, he rewards himself with a view of his spoils.
"Wait! D-don't look at me there!"
Toji chuckles darkly at Junpei's humiliation. "Why not? I bet it's so fucking cute-"
He pulls down the boy's tight boxers, surprised to find smooth skin beneath. Surely the boy must be growing hair, he's old enough for that.
"Do you shave?" he asks with marvel unhidden.
"The h-hair m-made it more sensitive. I h-had to shave it," the omega stutters.
"Really? So you think you're less sensitive now?" the older man rumbles, locking eyes with Junpei. He testingly rubs his nose along the soft cleft between the boy's legs. Junpei's entire body shudders in response.
"I…I-I haven't–"
"I know," Toji interrupts, already well aware of the omega's clear inexperience.
"This is going to help you. You'll see."
Two firm fingers slide along the boy's slickness, enticing the boy to move on his own. He doesn't need to do it a second time. Like flicking on a switch, the omega's hips twitch and jerk involuntarily.
"Ah! Toji-san! D-don't make me do that!" Junpei whimpers.
His pleas are cut off as something warm pushes at his opening, pressing its way inside slowly.
"Ah-h!"
His knees lock upright in an attempt to shield himself, but they only hold Toji's head firmly in place. The shocking sensation of a wet tongue slipping inside wipes his mind clean. Heat floods his face, and his heartbeat leaps against his eardrums. The slow and steady movements of the older man's tongue swishing back and forth gradually lull Junpei's head to fall limply as he surrenders. His sounds turn supplicant instantly and his rigid body begins to relax.
The smooth taste of sex overpowers the last last shred of willpower Toji has to fight against the inevitable. His instincts to ravish this tender omega claw up his own back and force his tongue deeper. He pulls the boy to the edge of the futon, bringing the plushness of Junpei's mound pressed against his face to block out the rest of the world entirely. He quickly loses himself in generously tracing circles over and over again, swallowing the sweet nectar of virgin omega. The only sounds heard are the repeated pleading cries of pleasure. Junpei's slim hips are already bouncing in place in an attempt to create more friction. A seeking twist of Toji's tongue pins the boy's clitoris, sucking it harder.
Junpei's eyes squeeze shut, but–Oh, God! A man is licking and sucking between his legs, and he likes it… NO! He should shove him off! This isn't right…Is it? Oh, but it feels so good though! He can't think straight anymore. The only concern lingering with clarity is that the pain in his stomach is finally gone. At least it can't be said that Toji is a liar, but the moans the aroused alpha makes as he eats are certainly too lewd to ignore. The wet, sucking noises coming from his mouth are so embarrassing! Junpei tries bringing his hips up higher to close the space between them, but Toji uses the chance to slip his tongue as far inside as it can go.
"AH! T-Toji-san! P-please! That's too much!" the omega begs, digging his heels into broad shoulders in a pathetic attempt to push away the slick sensation.
"Too much? It's just my tongue, cute boy," Toji chuckles but licks slower.
"Gah! N-no! It's t-too wet! I can't handle that feeling!" He squirms again beneath the slippery assault.
Bemused laughter reaches Junpei's ears and he feels Toji switching his position.
"But you need to get all nice and wet or else you won't like what happens next."
There's a sharp inhale as the intention behind those words sets into the omega's mind.
"What happens next?" he echoes haplessly.
Taking pause to sit up, the man props himself on his elbow, lazily rubbing circles above the swollen bud of Junpei's clitoris with two fingers.
"I suppose that can be up to you. We don't need to rush things for your first time. Is there anything you'd like?"
Shocked to be given the chance to ask for anything, he collects his wits beneath the pulse of the older man's touch, trying to find the courage to say what he desires.
"Can we…kiss?" he asks awkwardly.
"I was kissing you," the alpha rumbles with amusement, which of course only makes the boy blush ever deeper. It's beguiling to hear such an innocent request. How can he possibly say no?
"Do you want a real kiss from me?"
The boy's eyes grow dreamy and he nods with enthusiasm. Lying there with the gray sweater rolled up to his chin and his underwear bunched around his knees, his body is fully exposed. Like a doll stripped naked, he lies motionless in wait.
Toji lowers his mouth to the boy's slender waist, kissing along the taught flesh at his hip and swirling his tongue there meaningfully before moving up with deliberate slowness. He hovers over the tiny slit of Junpei's navel, breathing across the light fuzz trailing down. Trembling fingers reach for his shoulders, squeezing into his muscle with admiration. Junpei makes another supplicant sound in the back of his throat when he feels kisses being pressed up his stomach and between his breasts. A clever tongue traces his collarbone all the way to his neck, curling his toes until they pop individually. Being toyed with this way is too cruel! His little hips are bucking like mad with each puff of breath on his fevered skin. He moistens his lips with an anxious suck between his teeth, inhaling the heady scent of alpha. A high pitched sigh bubbles forth when he receives a peck on his cheek. There's a soft exhale against his ear followed by bemused laughter.
"Kiss me," Toji whispers from a breath away.
With more bravery than he's ever mustered up before, Junpei doesn't want to give himself the chance to think of the consequences. He pulls the alpha down to meet him and presses their lips together with eagerness.
Junpei imagined his first kiss several times, as any youth would. Shy grazings of hands, not really meaning to brush against one another but gravitating him toward that one special person who would hold him softly and coax him to open up. He pictured soft touches and gentle words and bashful laughter tumbling over his lips. Toji's mouth is rough, demanding and slanted hard to force the boy's mouth open for an indulging taste. He grabs the plushness of Junpei's left thigh, spreading the boy's stance wider to settle between his legs. The movement was automatic, as is the way his knees give out from under him, pressing his chest against the boy beneath him. The high pitched whines coming from Junpei are music to his ears, exactly as he imagined they would be. The innocence of the omega's kiss is truly on its way to ruining him. Junpei's surprised mouth opens easily, inviting a new flavor to flood his senses. The taste of a man entwined with traces of himself. He's shocked to find how much he enjoys it, and greedily opens his mouth a little bit more.
Toji could not be more pleased, rewarding the boy's submission with a gentle thrust. The bulge in his pants achingly throbs, longing to push its way inside. He breaks the kiss to watch Junpei's reactions, already loving the feeling of supple, slender arms around his neck.
"Um. Can I…do something…f-for you?" Junpei stutters cautiously.
"Mm? What's that?"
Unable to bring himself to form the words, all Junpei can manage is to reach down between where they're nearly completely joined, cupping his palm over the strained fabric of Toji's pants.
"What you were doing to me…Can I try? Please?"
There it is, the begging tone Toji has been waiting to hear. He stands upright, slowly unbuttoning, pacing himself to savor that hungry expression on Junpei's face. There's an audible reaction from his guest once he frees his aching cock.
"One sniff and your omega brain will take care of the rest. You like it, don't you?"
He chuckles, stroking his shaft temptingly in front of Junpei's increasingly bulging eyes.
It…does smell nice, Junpei thinks to himself.
He leans in closer to get a better look, his lips parting very much on their own. He watches Toji's thick fingers sliding down temptingly, rippling his darker shining skin that beckons his tongue. It would be so easy to reach out and touch the gorgeous alpha. Junpei's cheeks flush at the thought of dragging his tongue over his pulsing erection all the way up to its swollen purple head. He wonders if it would be just like kissing. It probably isn't very different. The omega's fingers slowly slide up the inside of a muscular thigh. Fairly swooning as he feels strength beneath wonderfully smooth skin, Junpei makes a small simpering sound in the back of his throat, begging to feed a feeling he doesn't fully understand.
Toji's lips curl in amusement as the boy inches closer. He slows his stroking and points the tip of his cock down until it nearly brushes Junpei's nose.
"You want it, don't you? Then I won't tease you any longer. I'll even go easy on you since it's your first time."
His words are fuzzing in and out as the omega struggles to keep his focus. The only thing Junpei is aware of is the unbelievable softness meeting his lips. With a deep sigh his eyes flutter and he opens wide, humming in ecstasy and embarrassment but overwhelmed by the lewdness of what he's doing nonetheless.
"Good boy! I love that you're making this so easy on us both. Make sure to use lots of tongue, alright? That's what men like."
He cradles the back of Junpei's head, brushing his bangs away from his face. Instead of flinching, this time the omega leans into Toji's palm eagerly. The swollen tip of Toji's cock lazily pops between Junpei's lips, turning the boy's eyes dreamy and heavy. Enthusiastic fingers grip over his own and he releases his hold. His sweet omega mimics the stroking motions, growing a bit braver and meeting his gaze while polishing the tip with his tongue.
His expression is supplicant, inquiring without a word, Am I doing it right?
Fuck! It's almost enough to make the alpha lose all self-control entirely. Toji groans, licking his lips and nodding. He keeps his grip loose in the boy's dark hair, rumpling it softly in a sweet, petting motion. He's trying to be civil despite his dark blossoming desires. It would be too easy to fuck a submissive open throat like this without regard for how his prey would possibly be able to handle it. A delicious thought, but if he wants Junpei to keep coming back, it would behoove him if the boy trusts him more. After that the real fun should come all on its own. Fuck! Those big green eyes staring up trustingly are making him want to burst across that slick little tongue.
"You're doing such a good job. Good boy," he praises through clenched teeth.
His need is erupting within, demanding further attention.
Take him! Take him! Take him!
He's put this off for as long as he can.
Withdrawing with much reluctance from the satin heaven of that delicious mouth, Toji takes each side of Junpei's face in his hands, bringing their lips together once more. The lingering taste of his precum on the boy's tongue drives him to pin the omega back onto the futon with both legs split open wide. He reaches down to check if Junpei is wet enough to receive him. A dripping mess welcomes his fingers to the second knuckle.
"Oho! You are ready, aren't you? Fuck, you're still pretty tight. You must have a skinny hairbrush. Haha!"
The boy beneath him can only pant in open-mouthed gasps. The feeling of being stretched open for the first is overwhelming. He wonders briefly if he might tear until Toji's fingertips brush against something that sends a cascade of white electric tingling all the way down to his toes. His vision swims across the ceiling, refusing to focus as they roll back.
"It's nice when I press right there isn't it? You're drooling already, cute little slut," Toji teases, kissing the corner of the boy's slackened mouth before plunging his tongue inside.
He coaxes him to respond with sharp nips, scraping his sharpest canine across a strawberry sweet lower lip until he tastes blood. He pulls his fingers out, relishing in the way they glisten from the boy's arousal before smearing his vulva in broad circles to full coat him. With labored breath he aligns his head to thrust inside, at first without resistance, but when Junpei's muscles clench tightly around him he grinds to a reluctant halt.
"Ah! That hurts!"
The older man nuzzles into soft brown hair, stroking a tear from Junpei's cheek.
"That's normal for your first few times. Try to relax or you're going to hurt yourself even more. Deep breaths, sweet boy. Try wiggling more to make my cock nice and wet. Then I should fit better."
More tears begin to flow and he hisses through his teeth as the thickness splitting him open sinks deeper, not bothering to wait for him to relax. His shaking hips can scarcely raise enough to grind upward, but he finds he can somewhat bounce in place beneath the pressure. The first one makes him wince, but the second attempt feels better.
"Easier isn't it? You make so much fucking slick, Junpei-kun. No wonder I can always smell your pussy. You needed this, didn't you? How's your tummy ache, baby? All gone I bet. Can you even hear me? You look spaced out," he muses cruelly, knowing full well that his girth typically stuns any omega attempting to take in, soaking wet or not.
He waves his fingers in front of the boy's glossy eyes, smiling when they pinpoint on his. The dazed boy utters a meager, "Toji-san" before he's rocked back with the snap of powerful thrusting. His screams muffled behind one massive palm.
"Sorry. As much as I'd love to hear it, we should probably keep it down this time," the alpha apologizes, though his cock flexes at the thought of rutting so close to the omega's mother who might recognize the cries.
Sick bastard, a voice he used to recognize chastises him.
There were once lines he told himself he never would cross, and yet here he is, soaked curls smashed together with a school boy. He knows when his orgasm subsides the shame will set in. The disgust and self hate that will no doubt amplify with this newest of vile transgressions to add to his horrid accomplishments no respectable man would have beneath his belt, but for now the filth welling up from within him pours from his mouth directly into the boy's ear amid his thrusting.
"Such a good fucking boy, Junpei-kun. Your little pussy is hugging every inch of me, begging me to knot inside and fill you up with my cum. I'll give it to you. I'll give you every last drop."
"Please don't! Anywhere but inside of me!" Junpei's eyes snap open in fear and his nails dig into Toji's shoulders so deeply he breaks the skin.
"If you don't want to be filled up, just hop off of my dick, cutie-pie."
In a sudden fit of consciousness, the omega pushes back on Toji's chest, trying to pull their hips apart. Trying, and failing miserably. In his ecstasy he failed to realize the increasingly swelling knot already forming inside of him, focussing only on the wonderful friction it created.
"But I– I can't! It's stuck! I can't!"
Toji only laughs harshly. "Ganbare, Junpei-kun. How careless of you! Are you even trying not to get pregnant? We can't have that at your age. Why don't you pull harder if you really don't want it all gushing into you?"
"It's too big!" he whines with panic and pain as he struggles to dislodge himself from the knot, but his poor swollen pussy has clamped down too hard. With each of his orgasms squeezing tighter around the steadily puffing obstruction, he'd more than sealed his fate.
"Try harder." Toji urges, changing the direction of his thrusts and dragging the frantic omega with him.
He makes a rude but nearly effective gesture to pull Junpei off, earning an ear-piercing scream as the ridge of his knot catches its hold. He repeats the action, and Junpei screams again, louder this time, almost truly believing that the alpha has changed his mind and is trying to separate their connection. When he looks up and sees the mocking glint in Toji's eyes, he realizes he's only being toyed with further. There's no way off of his knot and they both know it. Evolution made certain that once inflated, there's no dislodging it until after…After…
"Oh, my God!" Junpei cries in realization just as Toji's hips snap forward to make him scream at the sudden shove of his knot toward his G-spot again.
"That's right, slut. Take it all, all of my cum. Do you like how it feels? I hope so, because you earned it, my sweet boy."
He grinds himself deeper in place, laughing at how the boy twitches and shakes. Reaching down to circle the boy's swollen and abused clit, Toji sends another shockwave of sensation through his entire body to reward him. He kisses the omega's wet, salty cheek, licking up the tears he can't get enough of. Junpei's legs are shaking and his hearing is fuzzing in and out. His vision is blurry too. Is this what an orgasm feels like? God! Clearly he's never even gotten close on his own. And the warmth of Toji-san's semen paired with the pulse of his still swollen knot is hypnotic. Maybe it isn't so bad to be filled up….It's almost a comfort knowing they can't be separated now.
Leaning down to claim his lips again, Toji trails his way to the boy's ear.
"You did so well. Your pussy is so fucking good. We're going to have to do this again. I have a feeling you'll come knocking on my door during your next heat, won't you, Junpei-kun? Or if you like, I'll hunt you down. I can always come huffing and puffing to collect you."
"I'll…I'll come to y-you," Junpei promises, his speech already slurring. He can barely process what he's hearing. His eyes are slipping closed all on their own as the exhaustion overtakes him, ensuring that he doesn't move until Toji's arousal subsides completely.
Junpei falls silent, his breathing evening to a gentle pattern as he clings to the man inside of him.
The low buzz of the dryer prompts Junpei to open his eyes. He groans, rubbing his eyes with both hands as he yawns and stretches. A hot searing pain in his groin makes him cry out in shock. It's then that he remembers that he isn't in his own apartment.
He recognizes the underfurnished shambles of Toji-san's living room, though by now the sun has begun to set. Red-orange beams of early evening stream in through the slatted blinds. There's no sign of his neighbor to be seen.
"Toji-san?" he calls with uncertainty.
No response.
He attempts to sit up, favoring to cradle his stomach with both arms wrapped securely around his middle. It doesn't hurt as badly as his heat related cramps at least. The soreness is almost even pleasant as he remembers how he earned it. He sits for several minutes, rubbing his stomach and marveling how strange it feels to no longer be a virgin–
Until a warm wet puddle comes pouring from between his legs.
"Ah! Shit!"
Grabbing his underwear from the floor, he holds it to his groin, catching more of the liquid seeping out before more of it can stain the futon further. A large dark spot is already on the edge where he sat.
There's a click of a key sliding into place. Someone is coming in the front door. Junpei stiffens, pulling the sweater to cover himself more, but breathes an audibly relieved sigh when he recognizes his neighbor returning home.
"Hey, you're awake. Had to run to the pharmacy. I tried to be quick. Sorry you had to wake up without me." Toji actually takes the time to remove his shoes before approaching the futon with a shopping bag in hand. He reaches to touch the crown of Junpei's head, ruffling his hair back out of his face.
"How are you, baby?"
"I'm alright," Junpei murmurs with a smile. He's overjoyed to hear the pet name used casually.
"Are you sore? I got a few things for you."
Kneeling on the floor, Toji pulls out a familiar looking box of epsom salts.
"This will help. You can take a bath when you feel like going home. Oh and, uh, you should definitely take this. Please."
He produces a small pink and white box from a sealed pharmacy bag, handing it to the boy sheepishly.
"It's to prevent pregnancy. I also got some other things so we can be prepared. You're a little young to have a baby. We should be more careful next time."
"Next time?" Junpei repeats in near disbelief as he fumbles with the box.
There's that dark glint in the alpha's eyes again as the scar at the corner of his mouth twists into a knowing grin.
"Next time."
The End….For Now