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That morning, the thing that broke Kakucho’s sleep was Izana’s voice, which was actually unusual for the two.
He felt the blanket being ripped away from his body and the cold, bright morning sun hitting him, the light almost burning his eyes. He felt really lightheaded for some reason and had a horrible headache. His muscles were sore, he wasn’t even sure if he was awake or not. What the fuck had happened?
“You slept ten whole hours man,” said Izana, his tone pointing at the fact that he was not happy with the fact that he wasn’t woken up by Kakucho as usual. “Get your ass up, we have places to be.”
“I’m- Ow- I’m sorry,” Kakucho muttered, his voice cracking and tongue fully dry. He had a terrible taste in his mouth. “Fuck- The hell did get in my system last night? I feel beaten up.”
“Hm? Why?” Izana bent his knees and sat on the bed next to him. He pressed the back of his palm on Kakucho’s forehead. “The fuck? You’re like, burning. Did you catch a cold or something?”
Kakucho gulped down, trying to swallow the weird taste away. A dry cough fell out of his lips instead. “I- don’t know? I was perfectly fine last night. I can’t have gotten sick overnight, can I?”
“That’s weird,” Izana said, confused. Kakucho wasn’t someone who got sick easily either, he was usually the one who always looked up after Izana when he caught colds like this. The white haired man lowered his face and pressed his nose in the crook of Kakucho’s neck, inhaling deeply.
Kakucho actually felt like he was burning at that very moment.
That was weirder though, normally skinship with Izana got not much over him since the Omega clings on him all the time and everywhere. His instincts were screaming how he should pull Izana closer so he could feel the other body’s heat connected with him and smell how sweet his scent is—
What the fuck. Why in the world was he thinking about that?
“You smell weird,” Izana exclaimed, backing up and straightening his posture. He had an even more confused expression than before. “Did you fuck someone lately?”
Kakucho felt his face reddening like crazy. “No- I did not- why would you ask that?”
Izana shrugged. “I don’t know, what else could’ve changed your scent though?”
“I- uh—” Kakucho rubbed on his face with the palm of his head to maybe wear off the horrifying headache he was in. Did it do anything? Arguable. He fell on his back and hid his face into the inside of his elbow. “Are we late?”
Izana huffed. “Not yet, but we will be if we don’t leave the house in, uh, five minutes.”
“Fuuck.” Kakucho groaned. He held his arm up to give Izana a glance. “How about you go by yourself and I can catch you up later? You don’t want to make Mikey wait.”
Izana looked a bit worried for a second. “You sure you’re okay? Do you want me to make you tea or something? I can call Mikey and reschedule the meeting if you’re feeling really sick.”
God, why was he being all considerate and sweet like this, all of a sudden? Kakucho very guiltily wished his immune system to get weaker somehow so he could get this kind of affection from Izana more often.
It really wasn’t that Izana did not care about him, nor that he wasn’t affectionate. It was just- just something unexplainable inside, at the back of Kakucho’s brain was so needy and desperate for attention that morning. And maybe it was because of the fact that he had a massive fucking crush on Izana for as long as he remember and the tiniest bit of concern Izana showed towards him was fucking up with his brain and heart. Could be both.
He snapped into reality by Izana’s voice calling out his name.
“Oh- sorry…” He murmured, feeling his body tensing up even more, for some fucked up reason. He really, really did not like this feeling at all. “I just- dozed off for a moment.”
Izana furrowed. “Do you want me to stay in today?”
Oh, lord, please don’t.
“No, no- I will be okay,” He reassured Izana. The Omega looked at him with a not so convinced face. “I swear, I will be there by forty-five at the latest. You don’t need to wait for me.”
Izana got up on his feet and shot another glance at him, still not fully believing what he said. “Okay then. Call me if anything happens, though, hm?”
“Sure,” Kakucho grunted, he was aching all over, his mind hazy and limbs feeling more like pudding than actual flesh. Izana took his coat and purse, leaving the room with the sound of his heels echoing through the Beta’s ears. He shouted one last time from the door before actually getting out.
“TAKE CARE, OKAY?”
“I WILL, THANK YOU!” Kakucho shouted back with the last willpower his body had inside of it. He tried to roll out of bed to get himself some coffee, maybe a small breakfast, a slice of toast or something, to wake himself up. His body fell limp on the other side of his bed, he pushed hard to force it to actually stand still and not collapse after two seconds. He wondered where the fuck had all the hours he spent in gym over the years gone.
He forced himself to stand up and walk through the hall, which felt like miles for reason, to get to the bathroom; by cursing at himself, this morning, the weather and kind of everything he knows of. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and yes, he did exactly look how he felt; as if he had been beaten up by a whole army last night and somehow survived it and slept through the night. His lips were swollen, dark, now slightly longer ( mental note: he needed a trim ) locs messy, almost matted, eyes who don’t exactly color match puffy and squinted from the weird headspace he was in. His five o’clock shadow had appeared in sight for some reason, even though he had just shaved yesterday.
Huh.
That was weird. Betas didn’t have the genes to grow facial hair that fast like Alphas, as far as he knew. On top of that, he, as an individual, had a really slow process of growing a beard, so that was really weird. Groaning, he reached for the razor blade from the drawer, it was as if the universe wanted him to be late at this point.
Fifteen minutes later, there he was, standing in front of the mirror; face freshly shaved, his hair tamed somehow and looking almost presentable, teeth brushed with a burning taste of mint in his mouth, not looking as much beaten up now, but certainly still feeling like it.
He dragged himself towards the kitchen, praying that a big cup of fresh, black coffee could fix his state and hopefully give him the energy to live through the which he totally didn’t have at that moment. With weak movements, he took out a cup from the cupboard and put it under the now running coffee machine, eyeing the environment as it did its job in great quietness. It looked like Izana hadn’t eaten anything which was expected because the Omega had sworn off cooking since they started to live together. Kakucho was responsible for almost all of the chores in their household, which he wasn’t really complaining about. He’d always found housework somewhat therapeutic. Or it may be about him liking anything and everything as long as they were connected to serving Izana.
He pushed his chair back and sat with his coffee, taking a sip out of it; it was burning hot and bitter, scorching and itching at the back of his throat. Just what he needed. He made another mental note to remind Izana to eat when he gets to him, the last thing he needed was his Omega being malnourished throughout the day just because he couldn’t wake up—
He slapped himself when he realised what he thought.
“The hell do you think you are?” He hissed at himself. His face was burning worse than his throat now, he drank what was left of his coffee at one go and got up again, putting his cup under the sink to be dealt with later. He stopped halfway going to his room and slapped his face again. “Get yourself together, fucker. “
He was as much annoyed as he could be while getting dressed, a bit at the weird soreness that was still hanging off his body and a lot at himself for thinking that.
It wasn’t that he did not like the idea of Izana being his Omega, no, not in a million years. Oh, how he wished that he could be the one to hold Izana during his heats, to scent him so no one else can get near what’s his, to be the one who would leave a mate mark on his shoulder, the smooth, warm, soft skin painted with his ownership—
He slapped himself once again.
Even feeling that way sounded like a betrayal of Izana’s trust and care towards him and those thoughts made him feel so dirty for no reason, even though they weren’t all inherently sexual.
Okay, he did fantasise about Izana here and there sometimes but not only he was a Beta which meant his sexual drive wasn’t as serious and uncontrollable as Alphas and Omegas, also he believed he was relatively less sexually-driven compared to the general Beta population. Not that he talked with other Betas about their sex drive or anything but he really hasn’t had any desire to mate with anyone; other than the obvious exception of Izana, though he liked to think that his obsession over the white haired Omega was not something solely sexual but something rather deeper since it rooted in the emotional bond between them—
God, why is it so hard to confess that you want to fuck him?
A slap wasn’t really enough for this one, so he decided to bang his head into the nearest wall.
Groaning to himself, he looked around in the room to see his perfume bottle while buttoning up his shirt. It had been around twenty minutes since Izana left the house and he knew that he would be late if he didn't find that bottle at that exact moment. He looked in the drawers, in the wardrobe, for some reason, on his study desk and every possible spot a perfume bottle could be at. Where the fuck was it?
He walked out of the room, leg muscles still stiff and sore from the same weird morning sickness he got, he stepped through the hall to push the door to Izana’s room. The Omega did use his perfume (and almost all of his personal stuff, really; though he kind of enjoyed it rather than caring for the items that get sucked up into Izana’s room, which is another dimension apparently, and never come back) from time to time, so he figured the only place it could be was there.
And there it was, sitting on Izana’s vanity mirror, alongside with the other things Izana left after him when getting ready this morning. Kakucho usually tidied around the house ( read as: Izana’s room ) before they left for work in the mornings but today, obviously, he hadn’t got the chance to do it, so the room was a complete mess. The Omega had a habit of never looking back at the places he is leaving before he actually gets out of the door and Kakucho did not know if this was a bad thing, or a good thing. It didn’t matter much anyway, he liked looking after Izana.
He walked into the room and reached for the bottle, spraying himself a few times more than usual to guarantee he actually did not smell anything weird like Izana said, since he didn’t even have a chance to take a shower in the morning which he usually had everyday.
He left the bottle at the same place for Izana and checked his watch. He did have a few minutes to clean up Izana’s room. He made his bed, folded the clothes Izana had worn that night to bed (which was literally just one of Kakucho’s plain black shirts; which looked really big on Izana due to their size difference WHICH thinking about that sight made Kakucho’s heart shrink in pain and a burning heat) and put away the few outfits Izana probably had tried and did not liked that morning. At last, he took one last shirt off the floor and proceeded to fold it like the rest of them, then finally leave the house.
Turns out the universe had other plans for him.
The moment that he grabbed the shirt he probably hadn’t worn in months, a thick, fruity scent filled his nostrils.
Fuck.
It was probably the remains of Izana’s heat from last week, which somehow still was hanging around in the room unwashed. With all that intense heat scent of Izana’s.
Fuck.
He wasn’t any stranger towards Izana’s scent, no he knew exactly how it was. He really loved it to be completely honest with himself, but not once in his life he’s smelled it that strong. It was almost as if Izana’s scent was multiplied by one million and showed down his throat, it was everywhere, filling every little empty space he had inside of him and knocking him out into unconsciousness.
As a Beta, he’s never had any problems with other sexes scenting around him due to his nose being biologically less sensitive to pheromones compared to Alphas and Omegas. He had never understood how hard it could be for Alphas to control themselves around scenting Omegas and all that, he did even judge them a bit for that. But god, was he facing the karma for that now.
An uncomfortable heatwave started radiating from his crotch area, he did not even have the time to think what the fuck before he was panting and struggling to stand up normally. What in the world was happening? He was dizzy, sweat dripping from his temples and the world around him looking like a stupid, oversaturated sea of colours. He pressed his thighs so hard together to avoid the immense pain he was in and with shaky steps, he managed to lean on the doorframe of the door.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—” He grunted. He had no understanding of what was happening at that moment. There was no way that he was actually presenting now. He was well past puberty and- and just- what was the reason? He literally had no idea what to do or if he should even do something for that to matter.
Okay. Take deep breaths. Think. What would Izana tell you to do if he was here now?
“Ah- fucking- yes. Izana. Izana.” He should call him, really.
Trying to avoid everything around him, yes, that ‘everything’ including the most painful boner he’s had in his entire life, he stepped through the hall once again, reaching his own room, weakly falling on the bed with his whole body practically lifeless, back hitting the bed frame. His weak fingers pushed so hard to actually work, not letting the phone slip and fall onto the bed; and call the Omega. He had no idea what Izana would tell him to do, he didn’t know, just really needed to hear the white haired man’s voice desperately.
Izana picked up immediately and his worried voice echoed inside his brain. “Kakucho? Is everything okay?”
Fuck. His voice was so hot, oh, Kakucho could imagine his face scrunched up in concern on the other side of the line and how his lips get all pouty when he worries about something and how—
“Kakucho?”
“I’m- I- Fuck,” He pressed his thighs harder together as if it was even possible at his stage, he wrapped his free arm around his stomach and pressed his forehead on his knees. “I have no idea how to put this into words.”
“What? What’s happening, you’re making me worry more,” Izana said. “Are you in pain? You don’t sound too well? Do you want me to—”
“I think I am presenting.”
They both fell into an awkward silence after that, expectedly. The man was 23 years old for god’s sake; that sentence was something you would hear from a teen, not a full grown adult.
“You think you are what? ” Izana said, like he was trying to convince himself that he heard it all wrong.
“Please don’t make me say that again,” Kakucho almost sobbed through the line. “How the fuck do you make this not hurt?”
“No- Like- You’re serious right now? Are you not a Beta?”
“Well apparently fucking not!” Kakucho cried. The sharp pain burning between his legs was hard to bear and he was kind of impressed by how he managed to form sentences at that state.
“So like- you’re an Alpha?” Izana kept pushing, Kakucho wasn’t even questioning why he was so passionate about hearing it from him at this point.
“I mean, never had a heat or a rut so not really sure?” He squealed weakly.
“Okay where exactly does it hurt?” Izana asked. “Like just your dick or—”
“Izana why the fuck does that even matter- what do I do?”
“Sorry I just got caught up for a moment- okay,” Izana cooed, he almost sounded excited but Kakucho thought his brain (or his dick, they were practically the same organ now) was fucking with him. He barely heard Izana continuing his sentence. “Uh- ‘kay, you wait for me there, okay? I will get there in a few and we’ll figure something out.”
“Well- what am I supposed to do while I wait?”
“I don’t know, suit yourself,” Izana said, Kakucho could tell he was shrugging from his tone without seeing him and damn, sometimes he hated how vivid his imagination was when it came to Izana. “Jack off or something, I have lube in my room.”
He was about to make a comment about how flustered he got over that but Izana hung up on him, and the phone slipped through his fingers, falling on the sheets.
Fuck.
No, make that in all caps.
FUCK.
That would be the only accurate representation of his mental state at that moment. The whole room was spinning before his eyes, the air was heavy, moist and hot, his dick felt like it was continuously being overheated then cooled off again so the next time it got overheated, the pain would be sharper, He wrapped both his arms around his legs and squeezed his body with the little willpower he had left, wanting to imagine he would not have to deal with the problem under the zipper of his pants if he did that, though he was pretty sure it would fucking rip the fabric apart if he waited there more.
He tried to think of something that could distract him and funny enough, the only thing his brain could come up with to distract him was what?
Yeah. Izana fucking Kurokawa.
He pushed so hard to not be a degenerate person even if it was just a fantasy in his head but, fuck, that was hard with the worst boner of his life (or probably even the worst boner ever in the world’s history since it became more and more unbearable every time he thought it was unbearable enough) trapped between his closed shut thighs. His mind was clouded with the pure thought of Izana; his perfect, smooth, warm skin, his pretty (also relatively smaller than his own ones, just a note to take) hands, his plush, pouty lips, narrow shoulders and tiny, tiny waist, his thick, soft thighs, his perky, heart shaped ass that he just wants to grab onto and—
Oh, he was so fucked up.
He was trying to catch his breath and hopefully calm down a little while Izana’s pheromones entered the room way before the Omega entered the house, probably.
Kakucho’s brain went off. No, like, actually, from the second he felt the heavy scent of the omega fill his nostrils, he lost the little control he had over what he was thinking. Izana’s scent was something else. It wasn’t soft and floral like most Omegas he had met, it was thick, almost irritating to be around; cowering on everyone and everything the Omega is around, as if it was a way of owning something for him. Kakucho could swear he could get high on it as he was feeling even more dizzier than before if it was even possible.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
“Kakucho?”
“I-I’m in here!” His voice but a squeal by now.
Kakucho put an appreciable effort to block the Omega’s scent from entering his system by putting an arm over his nose as Izana entered the room and he felt his brain actually shutting down this time.
Izana almost sprinted towards him and grabbed him by the wrist, making him look up to face each other. “What are you doing?”
“What?”
“I remember telling you to jack off?” Izana said, frowning. Kakucho held his breath, his whole body shaking, wanting to just shove his face in Izana’s neck and inhale his sweet scent. “Kakucho. Why are you not breathing, do you wanna fucking faint?”
“To not smell you—” He whined, out of air. It is all so overwhelming, everything; the pain in his abdomen, Izana looking down on his face, his pheromones swallowing him as a whole, he felt tears forming. “It’s- it’s that your scent is much more stronger now that I’m- now that this is happening- fuck—”
Izana slapped his palm on his own forehead, exhaled deeply as if he was trying to keep it together. He took off his coat and threw it on the floor (and it looked so hot, Kakucho was this close to actually fainting like Izana said). The Omega sat on his bed facing him, placing his hand on Kakucho’s knee. It burnt, it fucking flamed even though it was on top of fabric.
“Okay, let’s take it from the start,” The lavender eyed man said, soothingly. “You need to relax. And breathe. My pheromones aren’t going to eat you. It’s okay to take oxygen into your system.”
His voice was calming, as always, Kakucho has always loved Izana’s voice. Though it was not comforting like usual, more like pushing him harder into just pressing the Omega into the mattress he was sitting on, rip open every piece of clothing he had on and plow him—
“ Fuck .”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Izana said, his hand slowly but surely pushed his shaking legs down, moving closer to where he was sitting. He was not being really helpful at that moment. He stood there in between his spread thighs and leaned over to him, his hands slowly creeping up to the nape of his neck, burying themselves in his hair, what the actual fuck was happening , then before he could process anything, pressing Kakucho’s face in the crook of his own neck. Fuck .
He tried to protest but his instincts won over him and still panting, about to cry, he took a deep, deep breath there. It was closest to the best experience he’s ever had in his life, drowning, breathless in Izana’s sweet, intoxicating scent. Feeling high could be the closest thing to the feeling that was burning in his chest (and his dick, obviously) in the moment, he felt dizzy, everything around him was spinning and there was an annoying ringing in his ears.
A soft moan escaped his lips as his hands acted up on themselves and took place on Izana’s sides. His waist was small, so small that it felt like he could wrap his fingers around it while fingertips touching each other. He could feel the slight curve of his wider hips. Alongside being an Omega Izana was also blessed with some good genetics because, hell, Kakucho had never seen any Omega with a prettier figure than his. He was soft in all the right places, Kakucho wanted do wander more down below and cup his ass and spread his thick, pillowy thighs and—
He groaned into Izana’s neck as the Omega ran his finger through Kakucho’s hair. “It’s okay, honey.” He pulled back as Kakucho was still trying to process the pet name and looked at his face. “A bit better now?”
“I- It- It hurts.” That was all he could blurt out.
“I know,” Izana purred, he pushed the hair that had fallen onto his forehead and pressed a kiss there. Kakucho was practically melting at that point. “I’m going to make it better okay? I’m going to take care of you.”
He slowly slid down on the mattress, between his tensed up legs, hands on each of Kakucho’s still clothed thighs. One of them slipped up to reach the zipper of his pants. In a moment of frustration, Kakucho felt his face burning and pressed his thighs together, blocking the way of Izana’s hand.
The Omega looked up, confused and annoyed. “Now what?”
“Y-you don’t- you don’t need to do this for me, something- you don’t want to—” He stuttered in the highest pitch he’d ever spoken in his life. “I- I can handle it myself—”
Izana straightened his back, his violet gaze piercing right through Kakucho’s skull now. “Handle it yourself?”
“Uh- yeah- you- you really do not need to do this for me—”
Izana’s eye twitched slightly, he once again leaned on Kakucho’s face looking at his face from on top.
“Let me fucking get this straight.” He hissed, between his teeth. “ You think that I am doing this out of obligation?”
“W-well, yeah—”
“Jesus fucking Christ man,” Izana groaned, massaging his temples with one hand. “Do you have any idea how many knots I’ve taken while imagining they were yours?”
The fuck?
“H- Wh—”
Izana leaned closer to his face, one of his palms on the wall behind them to support himself. “Do you have any idea how much I want to shove you into my matress and ride your fucking dick until you cry and pass out, every single time I’m in heat? Do you?”
Okay, the way he was talking was not helping the horrible boner Kakucho was experiencing in any shape or form.
Izana pressed his pointer finger on his chest. “Can you comprehend the fact that I have been living under the same roof with the guy I am so undecribably horny for, since like forever, and not able to fuck him, because of the ‘Oh, he’s a Beta, it doesn’t work the same with them, they don’t feel attraction the same way you do’ bullshit? Huh?”
“And oh wow, turns out he feels attraction the same way I feel, but what now?” He laughed sarcastically. “The bitch tells me I do not have to do this if I don’t want to .”
“Izana, I’m so—”
Izana cupped his chin so harshly that it actually hurt. “You say that shit again and I will beat your organs out of your fucking body? Get it?”
This was something so unhealthy to think that’s hot but Kakucho was sure he just came a little. He nodded, hoping that he had not been drooling to the sight before him. “Y-Yes.”
“Good,” Izana spat out. “Because this way or that,” He pressed his fingers into Kakucho’s cheeks, causing him to open his mouth instinctively. “Your. Fucking. Knot. Is. Going. Up. My. Fucking. Womb.”
Kakucho nodded again, there were no words in his vocabulary to express how he felt at that moment. Izana backed up, lowered his body down and leaned against his legs again.
“Spread your legs.”
Kakucho did as told, looking down on Izana between his legs felt so exposing for some reason even though he was fully dressed; though it did not seem to be staying that way for a long time as Izana reached for his zipper again.
“Stay still, okay?” Izana said in a rather soft voice, compared to his tone five seconds prior.
He nodded once again, breathless, panting; he did not have it in him to pick words and form sentences anymore.
The ends of Izana’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good boy.”
Everything happened too fast for him to figure out after he heard Izana say those two words. Izana’s hands worked quickly to get off the zipper and the button of his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to release his aching cock while Kakucho was mentally jerking off to Izana praising him. He came to his senses when Izana paused for a few seconds, eyes fixated on his hard on. It looked rather huge compared to his usual erections and it was a painful scarlet colour, being neglected and teased for so long, veins prominent and laying on his tense stomach with all its glory.
Kakucho very horrifyingly witnessed the Omega’s pupils dilating and blush spreading over his cheeks at the sight of his dick, which kind of made him proud to a point. Izana pressed his lips together as if his mouth was dried out and swallowed down hard.
His hands sneaked up to his slightly exposed thighs in a slow pace, they were warm, palms soft and smooth against Kakucho’s seemingly-always-cold body, his bronze skin making a beautiful contrast with his own pale, almost non-saturated skin colour. Kakucho felt breathless once again as Izana’s fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Oh god,” Izana softly moaned with the sensation of finally being able to touch him, his face felt even closer now, his hot breath licking the exposed skin of Kakucho’s. The lavender eyed man looked at his erection like he was mesmerised by it, flustered, Kakucho felt blood coming up to his face, warmer than ever. Izana ran his fingertips alongside the shaft, making him shiver in want. “It’s so fucking pretty, Hitto.”
Oh, fuck, Izana hardly ever used his given (by himself, though) name for Kakucho. That word coming out of his lips compiled with everything that’s happening made him want to just break down and cry.
Izana finally wrapped his hand around him, delicate but sure of himself, giving it a few pumps as if it wasn’t hard to the fucking nirvana by now. Kakucho’s lips were shaky as well as his whole body and when Izana’s small, moist, hot mouth finally came in contact with him he completely lost it.
“Oh, FUCK—”
Izana’s plump, cherry lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock now, his cheeks slightly hollowed though it was a small amount, maybe it was that Izana’s mouth was actually really tiny. The thought of it drove him crazy, though, Izana being relatively small in every way they were compared to has made him want to scream and punch things every single time, without fail.
Izana spent a few minutes just suckling on the tip, adoring his knot with fairly noticeable happiness on his face. Kakucho had his two hands pressed on his mouth and weak, pathetic moans slipping between his fingers that whole time, he was about to break into tears from how good it felt having his dick sucked on by Izana fucking Kurokawa; it was everything he had dreamt of and more. The Omega’s mouth enveloped the head of his cock so perfectly as if it was made just to do that, his hands clenched on Kakucho’s thighs, he went more and more down on him, until the tip hit the behind of his mouth.
Izana pulled back, breathing heavily, kissing and biting on Kakucho’s thighs as he tried to keep it together. “You’re fucking huge .”
Though he was bigger than usual with the rut now, it was just that Izana was so small, the Omega looked even more tiny and delicate trying to take his dick down in his throat, struggling to do so. It was the hottest and the cutest sight Kakucho has ever encountered and sickly enough, something inside him absolutely adored Izana for being so tiny; easy to pick up, easy to carry, easy to break in half—
“Oh god- fuck- Izana—”
Izana pressed one last sloppy kiss on the tip and got up to face him, his face an absolute mess; lips puffy and face flushed, his white curls looking at every other direction now, eyes watery and his long, fluttery eyelashes glistening with tears. He looked like an angel that’s sent to bless the world (maybe just Kakucho in this instance), a gift from god. He was so perfect.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Izana demanded while he was struggling to take off his own clothes in a very impractical speed, he threw his shirt and pants over his back, then pushed Kakucho back to get him against the bed head, sitting on his lap and completely unprovoked, pressing a wet kiss on his lips.
Kakucho softly moaned into his mouth as Izana’s hands draped over his chest and abs. Even though he did suck his dick just a few minutes ago, a kiss from Izana, on the mouth, was something he never would’ve expected. His lips were soft, carefully on his own lips, as if he was afraid of harming him with the kiss. Izana’s hands moved up to his shoulder blades and biceps as Kakucho finally figured out to hold him, sliding his arms around his waist. They broke apart, gasping for air. Izana pressed a few more kisses around his mouth which made his heart float in the space between his ribs.
“I feel like I’m going to die if we don’t fuck right this instant.” Izana whispered on his lips.
Kakucho gulped down as Izana slid down the tight fitting boxers off of his thighs, Izana’s perfect body in front of him, now completely unfiltered. He looked at him, his gaze wandered over the Omega’s prominent collarbones, narrow shoulders and thin arms; his flat stomach, curvy, thin waist, his fully erect dick standing over his belly button. It was small compared to his own, as expected because he is an Omega, though it was pretty, the tip flushed and stimulated, there side to side with his deep v-line.
“God, I’m so fucking wet,” Izana purred in his ear before taking Kakucho’s dick in his hand and pressing onto his slick-soaked hole. Fuck. “You get me slicking like crazy, fuck.”
“I- I do?”
“Yes- ahn- you- you do.” Izana said, rocking his hips against Kakucho’s knot. Kakucho felt slick pouring out of the Omega’s cunt, wetting his dick, everything felt so slippery. Izana moaned on his neck as more slick gushed out of him, his scent was everywhere around Kakucho now, even though he was the one rutting. Izana continued as he kept his motions. “I ruined so many perfectly good pairs of panties because of you.” He shivered noticeably. “I get dripping wet every time. Hell, I almost came from just sucking you off.”
Izana reached back, finally, to hold Kakucho’s unbearably painful hard on and align it to his messy hole as the Omega purred and murmured meaningless words between the both of their lips. Kakucho panicked a bit for no reason, though it was all gone forgotten after Izana’s soft, velvety walls sucked up the tip of his cock.
“OH FUCK- IZANA—”
It was perfect.
From the moment he was pushed past Izana’s entrance, he felt like a hot air balloon inside his chest had finally fizzled out, everything in the world was in place again, nothing was wrong, just perfect. By all means, flawless.
Izana kissed him. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll make the pain go away, yeah?”
He took all that’s left in one go, a knot probably too big for him, all inside him now. Kakucho felt euphoric because of how warm and tight and wet Izana’s insides were, just perfectly wrapped around his cock, clenching deliciously, trying to squeeze every last drop of his seed for what it’s worth. His eyes rolled at the back of his head as Izana placed his hands on the sides of his neck, slowly rising on his knees, then dropping onto the knot again, Kakucho’s tip probably poking in his womb. Fuck.
“Haa- Aa- Hnnngh—” Izana’s delicate little moans were mixed with Kakucho’s low grunts as Izana picked up the pace, fully riding Kakucho now, just as he described like he’s been wanting to do.
Kakucho looked down. “Fuuck.”
Izana’s small stomach was bulging with each time his knot entered and thrusted his insides, clearly visible to anyone looking for something moving in there. God, it looked so deep, as he was penetrated to the fullest; Kakucho’s knot reaching the deepest places in him that nobody’s ever (hopefully) touched yet. Kakucho pressed a finger on the bulging part of his stomach and- fuck- he had no idea if it was real or not but he could feel himself touching, pressing on the bulge on Izana’s insides.
“Hh- Ahn- So deep- Aaa- So full,” Izana cried out. “I’m- I- L-love- Love your knot so much!”
Kakucho could only moan as a response to that.
His dick was so wet and messy with all the slick, saliva and precum, Izana was tight, so tight, the sound of skin slapping skin was so loud and Izana’s scent was overwhelmingly aphrodisiac-y. He felt his stomach tightening.
“I’m- Im close!” He could only squeal.
“O-Oh?” Izana’s pupils dilated with hunger. His nails dug into Kakucho’s shoulders. “Knot- your knot- fuck. Fuck I need it so bad—” He pressed a kiss on Kakucho’s lips. “God- please give it to me, Hitto, fuck- shit, knock me up- please- please, please give me your knot- ah- ah- ah—”
That was it for him, his eyesight drowned into nothingness as he felt an unfamiliar tingling at the base of his cock, at the same time his seed painting Izana’s insides as he requested. He heard Izana cry out a faint moan after he came inside the Omega, he felt a head falling on his chest. He could breathe normally again after what seemed like eternity for a few minutes.
Izana was trying to control his breath leaning on his chest. His hand wandered over his back.
“You better now?” Izana asked, exhausted though satisfied.
“Yeah,” Kakucho stretched his arms. “Feeling pretty normal actually.”
“Oh, it will come back in fifteen minutes or so,” Izana said, uncaring. Then he pressed a kiss on the horrified expression on Kakucho’s face. “It’ll be okay, I’m here.”
Kakucho felt his heart flutter. “You’re right.”
Izana kissed him once again.