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if i could crawl inside your skin, it would be easier, rain thinks, but this will do.
it’s gotten a little out of control, how much scent marking he’s been doing to everything that isn’t nailed down in phayu’s new office.
he rubs his wrist over the trinkets on his desk, he eyes the door and then dips two fingers inside of his shorts, swiping over his cunt, getting them shiny with slick before wiping them against the underside of his desk
he picks up a pen, his alpha’s favorite, rain knows, because he bought it from a specialty shop, paying an obscene amount of money for a special set of technical pens, each of them solid metal and heavy.
he swirls each of them against his tongue and sticks them back in the cup; he doesn’t have long, he was supposed to just be meeting phayu for lunch, but he got a whiff of lavender and mint where it shouldn’t have been, and his heart started beating so fast in his throat he felt nauseous.
rain checks the door one more time, almost tempted to peek out of it but not wanting to draw attention. he shoves his shorts down to his knees, awkwardly squatting over the giant area rug that covers the pale carpet; he helped choose it, a brightly colored rug with stripes and woven designs; he pulls back one corner of it; and this, maybe, is his darkest secret, how horribly possessive he is, that he marks phayu’s office in this way, something that even the most possessive alphas reserve for desperate times, an omega should never lower themselves to this, but he can’t fucking help it, it feels like a disease clawing through his system, and this is the only thing that helps.
he leaves a puddle of piss under the folded over corner of the rug, spraying the light carpet underneath until it’s shiny and dark; his heartbeat picks up when someone walks past the door, but it’s worth it, because in seconds, the entire office smells of him, overwhelmingly so, of a claim he wishes he could leave with blood and teeth.
after he flips the carpet back, he cleans himself off, pulls his shorts back up and surveys what he's done, the claim that he’s left; everything smells sweet, floral, and woody; it’s rare, his type of scent is rare; no mingling combination, just a single note; deep, dark, aged ambergris; unignorable, expensive, and mouthwatering.
as far as phayu is concerned, it’s natural; his scent is strong enough that he can just smile and nod and offer himself up for kisses and phayu won’t ask any questions; what phayu doesn’t know won’t hurt him; what matters is that cheap conditioner scented omega finally picking up the hint; he’s mine, and i’ll kill us both before you have him.
sky would call him crazy, has called him crazy, but they have an understanding, so he keeps his mouth shut and his gaze averted, every time rain starts spinning in circles, struggling against the tide of insecurity, spending hours on his couch going but does he like-like me.
he accepts rain, even if he doesn’t know why indulging in this helps, but he’s dating pai, who scent marks him before he so much as walks a step away from him, and hands him heavily scented clothing with a pointed look, and rolls around in sky’s dirty laundry with a drunken smile on his face at their weekend dinners when he has a bit too much wine.
sometimes, watching them, rain feels something he should probably label as jealousy; phayu is too even tempered and normal; it’s all of that fucking nobility; he’d die before he rolled around giggling and growling with a dirty towel over his face; he thinks that saying it is enough, and romantic. and it should be, and in some rooms, it is, for some people, it is.
but those people aren’t dating someone like phayu, who has an eager trail of omegas checking over every inch of their relationship for a crack or a weakness or a way in; so needs fucking must; he has to get creative about marking his territory.
he’s been this way for so long he doesn’t know how to stop; sharing is for other people. he doesn’t share, he doesn’t like it; he still jokes that he’s loaning sky to p’pai, and it’s not really a joke, at the rate that sky still carries his scent; his green tea softened by earthy sweetness and light musk.
he doesn’t understand how alphas do it, go out in the world with all of this pent up in their instincts, he feels broken that it’s this bad for him, and it isn’t supposed to be; he’s supposed to be wired for submissiveness, to be gentle and caring like sky, to be kind and pop out baby after baby and do nothing else; but instead, it feels like there’s too much person for the skin he has; like he’s bursting at the seams to be contained, and it’s only barely working; omegas are a loyal species, but he took the assignment and ran with it.
but he’s never wanted to keep and be kept so badly, and it only gets worse; every time phayu’s teeth get even a little close to his neck, his entire body rears up desperately; please please please; but no amount of fevered begging works; he wants to wait, he finds it romantic.
rain is running out of patience.
phayu kisses him on the nose when he comes into his office; if he notices anything is off, he doesn’t say it; instead, he takes a deep breath of rain’s scent, of the claim he’s left, and his eyes go fuzzy and unfocused before glowing a soft, deep red.
he pulls rain towards him with a smile, kissing him on the nose; his office door is cracked, and just behind him, rain can see that omega, the one trying to leave a weak patch of scent on rain’s alpha, like it’ll work; he’s staring at them, with a look on his face that rain knows all too well from his own; jealous, disgusted, angered, all of it, swirling and making him look childish and constipated.
in a moment of pettiness that he can’t find it in himself to regret, he smiles at him, waving at him just to prove a point; phayu distracts him with another kiss too quickly for him to care about a reaction.
phayu stops in an adjoining office to chat with a coworker, and then they go to lunch nearby; their favorite spot, where phayu will grill meat for him, offering it on a pair of solid metal chopsticks that he carries around in a pouch; another gift; rain sticks his tongue out and phayu smiles, indulgent and lovely; but the second he’s close again, there’s that scent, that lavender and mint, and it makes rain lean away from him, suddenly not hungry at all.
“is he doing it again?” he doesn’t have to explain, this isn’t a new argument.
“doing—rain, he handed me a stack of papers, our hands touched for a second, it’s not—i don’t think techno means anything by it, and even if he did, baby,” he tries to pull rain towards him, but he resists, phayu looks confused, of all things, but rain stands firm, he doesn’t even bother with cloaking his annoyance with being cute, he just waits to be ignored again, “baby, look at me, it wouldn’t matter. there’s nobody who spends time around me who doesn’t know who i belong to, okay?”
there’s a tone he takes, when they have this conversation, that kicks rain’s hair up against his neck, like he thinks rain is still the person he was when they met, like they haven’t been doing this for years, at this point, not a lot of them, but enough. enough that it feels like when i say stupid i mean cute has been flipped the other way around, sometimes.
“you don’t—you don’t know what it’s like, for me. they know, because i go out of my way, to make sure that they know, but you don’t. and i know,” he takes a deep breath, blinking, not so much to keep back tears, but so that the parts of this he doesn’t want phayu to see don’t come through, “i know that for you, you have so much faith in us that everything rolls off of your back. but they don’t see it as faith. they see it as a weakness. an opening, encouragement—” phayu’s scent goes sour, like he’s annoyed, maybe, rain can’t read what he’s thinking, and he doesn’t want to know. it doesn’t feel good.
he smiles, shaking his head; phayu watches him out of the corner of his eye, like he’s worried about what rain will do next.
“ignore me. you’re right. i’m overthinking it, and it’s fine.” phayu looks at him, and now rain can read him; he looks downright nervous, but then he checks his phone and curses.
“i have to get back, but i promise. i promise it’s nothing, and you’ll see, okay? i love you so much, and it’s nothing.” he leans in for a kiss, and rain tips his head up, obedient, and in seconds, the anger is tempered; there’s nobody, he knows, even beyond the insecurity, that there’s nobody that phayu looks at with so much adoration; only him.
there’s a noise near the front door.
he hates that he does it, but he’s been sitting and waiting and watching for phayu to come home, he’s well trained, but it’s still embarrassing, the second rain hears keys, he feels his entire being get excited.
phayu walks into the house and he can breathe again; but his joy is met with confusion, and then an anger that comes up so quickly he knows his scent flares and sours; phayu looks at him, standing at the edge of the living room, tentative in a way that sets rain’s hair up for the thousandth time that day.
“i think you were right,” he says, holding his hands up, in an attempt to seem contrite, but rain knows better, he’s annoyed at being wrong, and even more annoyed at being caught before he could cover it up, like it would work, rain has a keen sense of smell, and there’s no covering what he finds; bright mint and lavender, two scents that clash horribly with solid ginger and deep, smoky citrus.
rain stands from the couch and steps back, phayu steps forward, but rain doesn’t let him get close enough to touch.
“you think?” phayu blinks at him, at his tone, stepping forward again; rain steps back, around the side of the sofa, until it stands between them.
“rain,” he spins on his heel, heading up the stairs, not caring if phayu follows after him, “baby, it’s not, i didn’t mean it like—”
rain storms into the bedroom, shutting the door behind himself; phayu knocks on it, rattling the knob, cursing when he realizes it’s locked.
“i told him off, you know, he touched me again, and i told him to stop, and then he scented me, and i pushed him away, i promise, but it was fast, and there wasn’t—” he stops, like he can tell it isn’t working, even through the door, it’s not particularly convincing, not when rain knows how he is; he’s nice, he’s too nice, he thinks, pouting a little.
phayu still finds it funny, or just a result of being nice or charming, or whatever lie he tells himself, like the attention doesn’t do something for him, rain thinks, rather unkindly, because he can tell, because he knows how alphas are; there’s a deep instinct to gravitate towards and take care of omegas; he gets it, he does, phayu still thinks he’s normal, he’s not going to give into this, even though his gaze can’t stop skipping over to his bed, and his clothes, and every inch of this room that could be thickly covered in his scent and isn’t.
sometimes rain thinks of marking his car, soaking the seats with piss, rubbing himself across his face, covering phayu in his slick every morning before he goes to work and not letting him wash it off, just so people know; he’s mine, back off, i’ll fucking kill you.
his heartbeat is crashing in his throat, and he wants to open the door, but there’s still that lingering bit of wrong; and there’s nothing he wants less than for phayu to touch him smelling like someone else.
“you don’t take me seriously. you never do, you tell me i’m petty and jealous, and stupid,” phayu growls on the other side of the door, stop putting words in my mouth, but rain stands firm, holding it shut even as he tries to pry it open, “you told me i embarrassed you, at that party, you apologized to him, on my behalf, like i was a child, and what happens—” the doorframe lurches, and rain can hear phayu on the other side of the door, apologizing, frustrated that he can’t get to rain, all of his words gruff and barely coherent.
sometimes rain forgets that he isn’t the only one in this relationship fighting evolution and instinct alike; it drives him nuts, it has to, that his omega is distressed and he can’t do anything about it; that he can’t cow rain into submission, he thinks, nastily, that he can’t control anything about this, that this is happening on everybody’s terms but his.
“what happens is that you come home, to our den, smelling of the same person you said wasn’t an issue—”
he can hear phayu slide down and thump against the door, his solid weight making it buckle a little as he leans against it, trying his hardest to get through the solid wood, clawing at it; he can leave all the scratches he wants, rain thinks, because he’ll be paying to fix them.
“it isn’t an issue, it’s not going to be an issue, baby, open the door,” rain shakes his head, even though phayu can’t see him, he looks up and switches the second lock, when phayu hears the click, the rattling gets more desperate, “don’t—” rain crawls away from the door, up onto the bed, curling up in the sheets; the sounds on the other side of the door go from speech to grunts to growls, loud and echoing; it’s not fair of him, he knows, to mess with his instincts like this, but he has a point to prove; i’ll make you as miserable as me, and maybe you’ll get it.
hours later, after the sky has gone orange, the sun sinking into the horizon, he gets up and unlocks the door; the entire house is bathed in deep bronze light; it’s silent, save for the click of the door as rain opens and shuts it behind himself.
phayu is curled up in the hallway, half dazed and asleep; rain holds a hand out for him, helping him up from the floor; he doesn’t pull away when phayu pushes him against the wall, boxing him in, sniffing over his neck and his hair; he must have scrubbed his hands, because there’s no hint of anybody; just them.
it’s not the nicest thing, to push him beyond words; his eyes are solid red, now, inhuman and unfocused; his mouth is dripping foamy spit; he looks almost like he does when he’s in rut; he rubs his wrist over rain’s hair, but it isn’t enough; he shoves a hand down the front of his pants, and pulls it out, rubbing his palm over rain’s face, over his neck, over every inch of skin he can reach.
“don’t,” he tries to compose himself, and fails, “don’t you ever fucking do that again.”
rain looks at him, his hair a mess, his face pale and drawn, his eyes keep flickering to rain’s neck, tongue swiping over his teeth; rain smiles.
“don’t make it necessary.”
he knows better; he knows better than to test phayu like this, when he’s already set him off so badly; he knows that he should let it go, but he’s furious and he’s hurt, and he’s not thinking clearly, but his stomach still sinks to his toes when phayu cages him against the wall again; sniffing over his neck, before he steps back, running his hands over his hair, frustrated and exhausted.
“why would it be necessary? why don’t you trust me—”
“why won’t you just claim me? why won’t you bite me?” he wants to know an answer that isn’t just smiles and romance and shoving it off; he wants, and he knows phayu wants it too; they are standing on the edge of something and he doesn’t want to jump and look back to see phayu staring at him from safe, dry land.
“i don’t—” rain shakes his head, trying to get away again, but phayu shoves him against the wall, dropping his face to rain’s neck, inhaling deeply; when he picks his head up, he puts his hands on either side of rain’s face, looking into his eyes; his gaze is dark and desperate, and it’s bad that rain feels soothed by seeing his own feelings reflected back.
“if i bite you, that’s it. you don’t know how much time i spend trying so hard to be normal about this, when all i want is,” he tips his face forward, resting their foreheads together; rain tangles his fingers in the soft fabric of phayu’s shirt, “i wouldn’t be, i wouldn’t be good. when i met you, all i wanted to do was sink my teeth into you and never let go and it isn’t fair to you, the things that i want, the things i’d do, i just, baby, please, it’s hard enough—”
rain doesn’t hear the rest of it, mainly because he hears enough.
“you might think you’re bad, i promise you i’m worse.” phayu blinks at him in confusion.
“what do you mean?” rain swallows, heavily; shaking his head, his scent flares, and phayu buries his face against his neck again, breathing deeply.
“maybe you pretend to be normal, i’m just as fucked up, i just hide everything,” he can’t believe he’s about to admit to any of this, but it might be the thing that fixes all of it, “i scent mark your office constantly, because i,” he closes his eyes, because he can’t look at phayu and say this, “i want people to know, i want them to walk in and know that you’re mine, i mark everything, you wouldn’t believe, fuck,” he breaks off when he feels teeth against his neck, he can feel the way phayu is vibrating with tension, barely held back, muscles poised to strike, “i spent an hour today, making sure everything in your office smelled like me.”
phayu breathes against his neck, and rain tips his head against the wall, shaking.
“how? tell me, tell me how.” he’s hard, rain can feel it, and he wants it, so he keeps talking.
“i lick all of your pens,” he feels phayu curse against his neck, “fucked myself with them before i gave them to you,” he feels teeth sink that much more into his skin and smiles, probably crazed, “fingered myself, wiped the slick all over your desk,” he feels claws digging into his sides, and exhales heavily, chest going tight from a lack of air, “and then, fuck, i did what i do every week,” he can’t believe he’s about to admit to this, but he has to, “pissed all over your carpet, so everybody would know, so they would smell it, and fuck off,”
he feels phayu stop breathing against his neck, before he steps back; rain mourns the loss of his body heat, of his weight, pressing him into the wall, but it’s what he sees that makes all of that go away; it’s the wide grin on his face, the way he’s so hard and straining against his slacks; the red of his eyes, shining through the mess of hair around his face; rain steps towards him, almost stumbling, reaching for him; but phayu shakes his head.
“i didn’t know how you were doing it, i knew that every time i went into my office, i could always smell you like you were there, but i didn’t know—” he takes a deep breath, “it would be, if i bite you, i’m worse than you are, i wouldn’t let you out of my sight, i couldn’t, i’d own you.” he fixes his gaze on rain’s, sure and more confident than rain has ever seen him; he shivers, scent flaring up with desire, and phayu cocks his head, like the predator that he is; teeth sharp, claws sharper.
“there’s nothing i want more. you don’t understand, there’s nothing i want more.”
“you’re sure?” rain nods, head wobbling on his neck; his thoughts have been replaced with a solid buzzing noise; phayu sheds his shirt and his slacks, cracking his neck, tying his hair up; he shoves his pants down, and then he’s standing there, naked, dripping and swollen and so hard; it makes rain’s mouth water; phayu tuts at him, eyes up here, before he whistles, soft and low.
“run.”
rain takes off down the stairs, and phayu is kind enough to give him a head start, he makes it about halfway through the living room, past all of the glass doors, before he hears the solid weight of phayu following him down the stairs; his ears are full of his heartbeat; his mind is racing; hide, run, get away; all of his instincts kicked up and frantic, but his alpha is strong and fast, and it doesn’t take him long to catch up.
he tackles rain, picking him up and throwing him onto the couch, sending the cushions scattering; he feels sharp claws tear at his clothing, before throwing shreds of fabric away; he’s turned over onto his back; his pulse is thudding in his ears; everything around him wobbles on an axis.
he tries to crawl away, but phayu snags him by the ankle and drags him back, leaving a sharp set of cuts against the bone, holding him in place, huffing and breathing against his neck; he feels sharp teeth, and he waits, waits for phayu to bite down, but he just breathes against rain’s neck, before he moves up, hovering over him, staring into his eyes.
“that night, you have no idea—” he takes one of his hands, and gathers up rain’s wrists, holding him in place, arms above his head, “i wanted you so badly, and i didn’t know where to start,” he licks over the skin of rain’s neck, making him shiver, “you think you’re bad, i’m a fucking monster,” when rain whines, he shushes him, licking over his neck again, “i fucked with your car on purpose, so you’d have to come back to me.”
it shouldn’t make him wetter, is the problem, but it does, and he knows phayu can feel it, because he laughs.
“you like that, fuck—” rain tries to leverage his weight, tipping his hips up, wishing he was on his stomach so he could be presenting like a good omega, he can feel the heat of phayu’s cock, right there, but it’s not enough, he needs it inside; he whines, loudly.
“i know, i know, i just—” he licks a broad stripe over rain’s neck, before setting his teeth against his skin, nuzzling against him and pulling away again, “every moment, everything you did, you were only more perfect, and i felt like a monster for the things i wanted to do to you, for the things i want to do to you, but here you are begging for them, fuck, you’re perfect,” his voice curves around a growl, low and stony, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry, it’ll never happen again, you will never have to question me again.”
he takes his other hand, careful, wrapped around the solid length of his cock, and rain isn’t sure of what he’s thinking, but then all a once, it’s like time hangs, suspended in amber desire, slow and syrupy; he sees the twitch of phayu’s stomach and his back arches against the couch, trying to get closer as a solid stream of piss sprays over his skin, dripping over his stomach, trickling over his hip; when phayu aims for his cunt, he huffs around a broken moan, before he finds his voice and cries out, loudly, chest heaving.
“you like marking your territory, but you have no idea, fuck, you have no idea how much i like marking mine,” his voice breaks, dropping into a low growl, “would you let me, baby? would you let me soak all of your clothing? cover you every fucking day if it means nobody looks at you twice, fuck—” rain whines, nodding frantically, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to wear his alpha’s scent that heavily, so everybody will know.
“i can’t believe i didn’t notice, you drive me insane, you’re perfect—” his voice is shaking, his hands are shakier, rain can feel it, where he’s still holding his wrists in place, a solid strength so close to breaking; he ruts against rain’s stomach, spreading piss all over his skin; it’s so warm and wet and hot, dripping over his sides and soaking the couch beneath him; phayu aims for his cunt again, right at his twitching hole where he feels so empty, and he keens at the sensation of it, high and reedy, begging for something he doesn’t even fully understand, he just hopes that phayu gets it; please, consume me, devour me, make me new.
“are you ready?” the scent of phayu all over his skin is so strong it’s all he has keeping him tethered to reality; it burns his nose, the heavy scent of ginger and bright orange, spiced and heady; he feels like he’s swimming in it; he’s soaking wet and dripping with slick in a puddle of filth and all he wants is for phayu to do something about the teeth to his neck; he nods, but phayu waits, like he wants him to say it out loud.
“i’m ready, do it.”
when phayu bites down, he feels a rush of adrenaline and hormones, he goes lightheaded, almost, the second he feels teeth breaking his skin, a solid sting of pain, setting his nerves ablaze, sensation surging through his body; he feels phayu’s lips touch his skin when his teeth have sunken all the way in; his eyes roll back and his body spasms, from the burst of pleasure and joy; the entire room smells of them; ginger, musk, and a spark of citrus, it makes his mouth water; the connection between them explodes, color and light flooding his vision.
he feels phayu pull his teeth out, and he waits, sitting on a knife’s edge of tension, he blinks, eyes watering, halfway down the cliff; he feels phayu cleaning up the wound on his neck with his tongue; he feels his skin knitting back together, healing, leaving nothing but a scar, a mark; proof; his vision washes over with a haze of dark red; he can feel the love phayu has for him, but more than that; he can feel the possession; a solid and steady line of thought like a heartbeat; mine mine mine mine.
rain can taste his own blood in the kiss that follows, and he purrs, sucking the taste of copper off of phayu’s tongue, reveling in the animalistic filth of it.
rain collapses against the couch, unable to hold up his weight, spreading his legs; he’s dripping slick and steadily ruining the couch, adding to the mess; the world spins as phayu turns him onto his stomach, he arches his back, spreading his legs, presenting himself, rolling his hips to be more enticing, phayu growls and he smiles, giddy and so ready; the second he feels the head of phayu’s cock against his cunt, rubbing over his folds, pressed against his hole, shoving the solid hard length inside, he feels relief bloom through his body; finally.
it takes him a second to drag his brain back online to even find words.
“d’you, hm, fuck, do you feel like this all the time?” he can feel phayu trying to hold back; a constant ironclad control that is seconds from shattering; he feels phayu nod; taking deep gulps of his scent, nose pressed against his hair; he can feel phayu’s cock throbbing inside of him tenfold, all of the sensation echoing; he’s dripping wet; and he feels so full.
“since the first second i saw you.”
rain purrs, loud, and it echoes against the glass windows; that’s all it takes for phayu’s control to snap; he can feel the second it happens, the moment that he gives in to all of the instincts he’s been holding back; every desperate roll of his hips; the sound of skin on skin is loud, made louder by how wet he is, dripping slick down the back of his thighs; rain squirms, meeting every single one of his thrusts, but phayu’s hand clamps down on his hip, holding him in place with a loud growl; it’s unrelenting, merciless, even, and he can’t breathe from how good it feels; phayu’s grip around his wrists tightens, making the bones grind together, but he doesn’t even feel pain; every sensation just rolls through their bond and turns to pleasure.
he’d heard that it felt good, he’d wondered, daydreamed, in his feverish heats, what it would feel like, but this is beyond his imagination and expectations; when he feels the swell of phayu’s knot, he whines, ready, ready to feel what it’s like to be knotted by his mate for the first time, but the second phayu fits inside of him, like lock and key, he whites out, vision going blurry, eyelids heavy with every blink; the growl phayu lets out rumbles through his body, and he responds in kind with a purr; he can feel phayu’s cock pulsing inside of him, filling him with come; some part of him wishes, and they’ll get there, but he wishes it would work, that his mate could breed him properly; give him a belly to match the bite on his neck; one day.
it seems so much easier to be patient now.
in the aftermath, it’s just both of them, finally separated, in their puddle of filth and mess; the cushion is soaked through, they’ve ruined more than a few pillows, there’s giant, shiny spots of slick and come soaking into the fabric; he’s leaking, and it should feel gross, but he rubs two fingers over his swollen cunt, laughing when phayu’s breathing gets heavy and he just stares.
“we’re going to have to burn this couch,” he says, almost snapping out of it, but there’s a steady haze of ginger and citrus flooding rain’s nose, making his mouth water that says otherwise; it makes him light up with pride, he’s never seen phayu like this before, he likes it; he wants more; rain spreads his legs, an invitation; it’s yours, you can have it whenever you want.
“you can say that, but something tells me you just want to make the mess worse.” he watches, as phayu sits up, kneeling between his spread legs, still just staring, rain isn’t even sure his words are registering; through the bond, there’s nothing but a single minded possessiveness; when phayu shoves inside him again, his vision goes blurry; he gives in.
it’s phayu’s first day back at work, since they’ve finally been mated; and it’s not easy, being so far away from each other, even just for a few hours, as their bond settles, but rain is the happiest he’s been in months, now that he feels so sure.
he feels like he’s floating, and sky is sick of him and his smiling and his scent, but at least he’s got an ally in pai, who receives the news of their mating with tears and an expensive bouquet sent hours later; it’s sitting on phayu’s desk; rain runs his fingers over the silky white petals of a rose and smiles to himself softly while he waits for phayu to come back.
there’s a knock on the door; he opens it, and is very proud of himself for not making any faces or rude comments when he’s greeted with lavender and mint; he just waits for techno’s eyes to find his neck.
he goes a bit grey, before putting on a fake happy face, it makes him look ill. he goes to walk into phayu’s office, but rain steps in front of him, blocking his path.
“i just have a few copies for him, it’ll take seconds for me to put this on his desk,” his voice is shaky, and he waves the folder in his hands rather nervously, rain thinks, for someone who doesn’t have anything to worry about; he smiles, techno goes even greyer.
“i’ll take them.” he holds his hand out for the folder, laughing when techno’s eyes widen at the bruising around his wrist, and a shallow set of teeth marks above it; when he sees phayu finally returning, it’s like techno disappears into thin air.
phayu breezes past him like he isn’t even there, shutting the door in his face before he can speak; when phayu backs rain up against his desk; the folder drops to the floor, papers fluttering and scattering on the rug; he humors the scenting, but the second it turns bitey, he smacks at phayu’s shoulder, giggling.
“i’m not what you’re having for lunch, alpha. we have plans.” phayu growls at him, more amused than anything else.
“not even an appetizer?” he says, sniffing over rain’s neck; he’s already got a hand at his zipper, and rain rolls his eyes, but he sees; a shadow through the frosted glass of the door, and he smiles, sitting up on the surface of the desk, spreading his legs, letting phayu step between them; he lets phayu give him a kiss, but then his hands travel up the sides of his neck, tugging at his hair, before he starts pushing; phayu takes the hint and drops to his knees, grinning, shoving rain’s shorts down to the middle of his thighs, staring at his cunt, dipping his nose and inhaling where he’s so slick; he’s been ready since he got here, knowing what he showed up for; he moans at the first touch of tongue.
“a light snack.”