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Being stuck through a hole in a fence is the most mortifying predicament Atsumu has ever found himself in. He grunts in frustration and tries to wiggle his way out, his annoyingly fluffy tail thumping against the wood as his feet push against the ground, but he doesn’t budge.
To make things worse, he can vaguely hear soft footsteps approaching. His fox ears twitch back, tuning to the sound– until it stops. The wind carries a warm, heavy scent of spiced rum that he’s far too familiar with, and Atsumu curses under his breath.
This isn’t how his morning was supposed to go.
“You got stuck, pup?”
Despite expecting to be teased, the alpha’s tone drips with condescension in a way that rubs him the wrong way and strokes a fire in his belly at the same time.
“Fuck ya, kitten, ” Atsumu spits, sickeningly sweet, “I ain’t a dog.” Atsumu whips his tail back and forth to further clear his point– as if it wasn’t already obvious what kind of hybrid he is.
He is beyond frustrated. All Atsumu wanted was to prank Kiyoomi.
A harmless prank, really. He planned to sneak into Kiyoomi’s house (technically his owner's house) before sunrise and steal that stupid catnip ball the alpha’s been so enamored with for the past two weeks so that Atsumu could taunt him later in the afternoon, when he usually stops by Kiyoomi’s yard to annoy him– and no, no matter what Osamu says, it’s not because Kiyoomi has been paying less attention to him ever since he got that ball.
“You’re close enough relatives.”
Atsumu rolls his eyes. Kiyoomi can’t see his face, but he hopes he can sense it.
“Oh, please,” he says sarcastically, hands pushing on the fence in hopes to force his tail and butt through the hole. It doesn’t work.
Atsumu curses his instincts for getting him into this situation.
“Please?” Kiyoomi parrots, and Atsumu can feel the grin on the alpha’s lips. “Now that’s a pretty word coming from your mouth, pup.”
Atsumu had successfully snuck into the house but, apparently, he hadn’t been silent enough– as soon as he stepped into Kiyoomi’s den, the alpha plastered him against the wall, back to chest. Objectively, Atsumu knew that Kiyoomi would never hurt him, no matter how much they liked to get under each other’s skin. The alpha’s incensed scent and aggressive snarl told his inner omega otherwise. Fear had rushed over him, leaking into his citrusy scent and turning it into a rotting stench. When his distress filled the room, Kiyoomi came to his senses and recognized him, or maybe it was just the smell of a scared omega that prompted him to let go– either way, the moment he was free, Atsumu ran.
He’s not quite sure why Kiyoomi ran after him.
Perhaps the alpha followed him because he knew that Atsumu would fuck up at some point– and fuck up he did, considering that he is stuck.
As he rushed through the alpha’s yard toward the public park where his nest is, the crisp morning air filled his lungs– it smelled like freshly cut grass and it helped him clear his mind and calm his rabbiting heart. It turns out his mind wasn’t as clear as he thought it was because instead of taking the usual route– the one where he has dug a tunnel so he can crawl under the fence– he decided to take a shortcut and squirm into this stupid fucking hole thinking it was just big enough for him.
A clear miscalculation. One that Kiyoomi had to witness. Such is Atsumu’s luck.
“Well, don’t get used to hearing it, because I’m not sayin’ it again,” Atsumu mutters, trying again to worm himself out of the hole to no avail. He gives up, sagging on the spot, and the wood digs uncomfortably into his stomach. “Are ya just gonna be standin’ there?”
“Perhaps I could help…” Kiyoomi trails off, and Atsumu almost squeaks in surprise when he feels the alpha’s slender fingers trace the back of his thighs. “...If you ask nicely enough.”
There’s some movement behind him that his fox ears easily catch, and then Kiyoomi slots himself between Atsumu’s legs– not quite pressing against him, but close enough that sweat starts cooling at the base of his neck and for his treacherous cunt to throb in interest.
He wills his scent to remain unaffected.
“Ahah,” he laughs fakely, “I told ya–yer not gonna hear it again, Omi-kun.”
Atsumu tries to focus on anything other than Kiyoomi’s touch so close to his inner thigh glands and stubbornly ignores the fact that the alpha is between his legs, “Now do somethin’. Ya owe it to me after the stunt ya pulled.”
“The stunt I pulled?” Kiyoomi scoffs– and then Atsumu feels it. The thick outline of Kiyoomi’s cock against his cunt. “It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t break into my den.”
Atsumu doesn’t even need to sniff the air to know that his scent flared, saccharine with arousal, because he can feel his core clench around nothing, slick gushing between his legs, and he can only hope that it isn’t staining his new sweatpants. He’s a stray and it’s not easy for him to find new clothes for his human form.
Atsumu opens his mouth to say something, but whatever he planned to say turns into a stuttering moan. Fuck . Kiyoomi is grinding against him. He hopes that the ground would swallow him whole– fence included if needed.
“W-what are ya doin’?” Atsumu clumsily recovers from the surprise and embarrassment to ask, trying to convey some bite into his words but his voice comes out trembling.
“You said to do something,” Kiyoomi answers, pressing a little harder against him, “so I am. ”
“ That’s n–” his mouth clicks shut. That’s not what I meant, he thinks, but can’t get himself to finish the sentence. Not when Kiyoomi rolls his hips and his only instinct is to spread his legs a little wider and lift his tail for easier access.
“Good boy,” he hears Kiyoomi croon, pleased by Atsumu’s body reaction, and more slick gushes out of him at the praise, “spreading your legs like a good breeding bitch.”
Atsumu takes a sharp inhale.
This isn’t new for them.
The times they are together– be it at the park or in the alpha’s yard– are spent bickering and throwing jabs at one another which, more often than not, leads to sex. Kiyoomi is a good fuck, a great fuck even, and they’ve fucked more times than he cares to remember. It’s always been exhilarating to fight for control– because yes, what Atsumu loves the most about their relationship is the power struggle between them, despite their dynamics.
Usually, watching his partners fall under his ministrations is more thrilling than getting any fat knot stuck in his pussy, but now the idea of being used as nothing more than a hole for Kiyoomi to dump his cum in sparks a rush of arousal down his body that makes his cunt throb almost painfully; the need to be filled practically as strong as if he were in heat.
“You’ve never smelled so sweet…” Kiyoomi points out, and Atsumu gags on his saliva when the alpha drags a thumb between his clothed pussy lips, “are you going into heat? Or are you just excited to be my cocksleeve?”
Atsumu disregards Kiyoomi’s suggestion– his heat is a week away. It’s been a while since they last fucked, all because of that stupid catnip ball, and as a result his inner omega is being especially needy, that’s all there is to it. Atsumu feels his face burn even hotter– he must be flushed up to the tip of his ears, and once again his only saving grace is that, at least, the alpha can’t see it.
Kiyoomi grabs his waist, grinding his clothed erection against him with a low growl.
“Wait, Om–Kiyoomi,” a moment of clarity spurs him to protest.
“Hm?” The alpha quietly hums, voice so smooth that it almost sounds like a purr.
“We shouldn’t…” His reasoning sounds weak even to his own ears but they’re in the yard, outside , where Kiyoomi’s neighbors could see them from their windows.
“Why shouldn’t we?” Kiyoomi asks, pressing two fingers over his clothed hole, teasing him.
“What do ya mean why?” Atsumu scoffs, “someone could see us.”
This time, Kiyoomi stops. “They could,” the alpha says as a matter of fact, “and you love it.”
“Fuck ya, kitten,” he spits out, again, trying to gain some sort of control despite knowing that it’s for nothing, frustrated at the fact that Kiyoomi isn't wrong– the risk of being seen, of being caught, is turning him on.
Kiyoomi retracts his touch, and Atsumu misses it as soon as it’s gone.
“Do you want me to stop, Atsumu?”
It’s rare for Kiyoomi to call him by his given name. When that happens, it’s always to address something serious– he knows that, if he says ‘yes’ now, Kiyoomi will stop immediately and help him out of this inconvenient situation.
It’s scary, how fast Atsumu makes up his mind once the alpha has presented him with the option of backing out of this.
The fence is still digging in his stomach, but he arches his back as much as he can and raises his tail– this time willingly– to show his covered pussy and the damp patch of slick staining his sweatpants.
It’s far from an impeccable presenting position but it seems to work just fine because Kiyoomi’s scent is suddenly clogging his lungs, overpowering his surroundings even out in the open– there is something woodier mixing with the spiced rum, giving it an even warmer twist, and that’s enough to make his head swim and his inner omega preen.
“That’s what I thought,” Kiyoomi croons, that condescending tone staining his voice once more, just before tearing apart Atsumu’s sweats at the crotch– his underwear is now the only garment left on him to save him from complete exposure, and Atsumu gasps when the chilly morning air hits his warm cunt.
Atsumu feels the heat of Kiyoomi’s gaze between his legs and slick drips past his underwear to fall on the grass below– still, it doesn’t stop the righteous anger from tearing up the seams of his embarrassment.
“Omi, what the hell?!” Atsumu shrieks, mourning the loss of his new sweatpants, “ya fuckin’ knothead, was it really necessary to tear my pants?” He tries to turn, twisting his torso and resting a hand on the wooden fence to catch the alpha’s eyes– he can only see the top of Kiyoomi’s head with his black curls and his annoyingly cute, rounded panther ears.
“Do ya know how hard it is for me to find wearable clothes? No, of course ya don’t, ya posh overgrown cat.”
He can’t exactly splurge– Atsumu hunts for food in the park, but being a hybrid means that his diet can’t consist exclusively of raw meat, and so he earns what he can on the street. He’s not proud to be stealing people’s possessions, but he does what he has to in order to survive.
He uses his savings for cheap human meals, second-hand clothes…and to get waxed once every three months when his heat is getting closer. Purely because hair gets in the way once too much slick is involved and definitely not for aesthetic reasons.
The alpha ignores his complaints altogether.
“Panties, huh?” Kiyoomi purrs, condescending, as his thumb traces the barely-covered seam of his pussy– he’s slicking so much that his panties stick to the wetness between his folds, “you wore these for me? Were you hoping to get caught and mounted?”
“Ye’r overestimating how much I enjoy yer mediocre dick game,” he says– a blatant lie because he does enjoy Kiyoomi’s game far too much for being a casual hook-up.
“Are you sure about that? Your panties are transparent because of how wet you are for me, pup,” Kiyoomi says, and Atsumu wonders how needy he must look to the alpha. Kiyoomi hooks a finger under his panties and pulls them— Atsumu takes another deep breath, biting down the inside of his cheeks as he tries to keep still and not push back against the taut fabric digging on his clit.
“I think you’re enjoying this more than you want to admit…and more than I thought you would.”
Kiyoomi releases his underwear and it snaps back into place. Atsumu catches his lip between his teeth, holding back a moan. “I think ya should think again. I’m a stray, not a spoiled pet like ya, kitten. I don’t get to be picky.”
“Mhm,” Kiyoomi hums as he rubs at Atsumu’s clit. The direct stimulation against his hardened nub comes as unexpectedly as everything else and a moan slips past his lips despite his best attempts to hold back.
His body jolts at the sudden pleasure, the slow circular motion of the alpha’s slender fingers having his tail going rigid before it starts to wag appreciatively.
“Cute,” the alpha purrs, and Atsumu’s ears fold back against his head as his cheeks begin to color again, his toes curling in his shoes as Kiyoomi continues to rub against his clit over the fabric of his panties, “Does that feel good, pup?”
Atsumu forces the next whine back down his throat. “Get to it, before I change my mind.”
“Big talk for someone who's stuck in a hole.” Kiyoomi pulls his damp underwear aside, away from his pussy, fully exposing him to his heated stare. More slick drips on the grass between his legs.
“Okay then, asshole,” Atsumu says, swaying his tail left and right to swat the alpha away, “forget gettin’ yer dick wet.”
Chuckling, Kiyoomi wraps a hand around the base of his tail to make him stop and Atsumu shivers. Kiyoomi’s hand travels up the length of Atsumu’s tail, making him yap– it echoes far too loudly in their surroundings but his tail has always been too sensitive. Atsumu’s whole body sings, played by the touch on his clit and his tail, sparks dancing up his spine as his hands curl into fists, clutching grass strands.
“As if you could stop me from taking you,” Kiyoomi says, and his inner omega whimpers inside of him, entirely too pleased by the implications of the alpha’s sentence. He’s starting to feel feverish, his heart beating faster in his ribcage, as a sense of anticipation washes over him and leaks into his scent.
“Oh?” Kiyoomi snickers teasingly, “You’d like that?”
His ears perk at the sound of shuffling clothes. He arches his back as best as he can, again, and waits still for Kiyoomi to do something– of course, of all the things he could have done, the alpha decides to rest his cock against him.
“You want me to use you as I please, omega?” Kiyoomi asks him, condescending, as he begins to tease him with the tip of his cock.
“Please,” the word slips from his lips, and Atsumu is too focused on the feeling of Kiyoomi’s tip dragging between the seam of his glistering pussy to register his plea…until the alpha croons smugly.
“It sounds even sweeter when you’re begging.”
Atsumu almost whines in frustration when Kiyoomi stops his teasing.
“Say it again, and I’ll give you what you want,” Kiyoomi says, his smooth feline tail tracing the back of his leg all the way up to his throbbing scent gland, taunting him with a feather-like touch.
He tries to push back, hoping that the tip would slip past his entrance, but Kiyoomi has something else in mind– the alpha slaps his pussy in quick succession for one, two, three times.
“Ah!” Atsumu gasps, surprise mixing with the pain of the sting. Another fuck you rests on the tip of his tongue– his aroused scent gives away how much he doesn’t mind the pain, so he swallows the curse and opts for a low growl instead.
Unfazed, Kiyoomi adds. “You might want to hurry, pup, before people start to wake up.”
The alpha resumes playing with his clit, flicking it over the soaked fabric of his panties, and Atsumu squirms under Kiyoomi’s ministrations as his vision begins to blur. For some reason, forming coherent thoughts is getting harder, pleasure and need clouding his thought– still, he has been keeping an eye on Kiyoomi’s neighborhood ever since the alpha moved in with his owner a year ago and, in that time frame, he has learned the habits of all of the alpha’s neighbors.
The pinkish hues of the rising sun are beginning to turn a soft baby blue shade, which means that they don’t have that much time left before the woman across the street goes out for her morning run– thankfully they’re not visible from the street but it won’t be long after that before the man living on Kiyoomi’s left will draw the curtains from the window of his study open…a room that is right in front of them, first floor.
His hands grip the grass, a few strands breaking in his grasp, while his cunt slicks more– he feels the alpha’s tip part his pussy lips as it’s being angled towards his clit, and then up again towards his core.
“Fine, have it yer way.” Atsumu huffs, and at least it doesn’t sound different than usual, “please.”
“Nu-uh.” Kiyoomi says with a click of his tongue, “try again.”
“I said what ya asked me to say, now put that cock to work.”
Kiyoomi taps his cock against his pussy before slipping the crown of his head inside of him, his hole stretching with ease to accommodate him– he’s about to sigh a moan when the alpha takes it back just to resume painting up and down his glossy lips.
“You have to mean it.”
Atsumu whines at the loss and concedes to the alpha’s wishes before his stubbornness can kick in.
“ Please ,” it doesn’t sound pathetic just yet, but it’s more genuine than the one before it. “I want yer cock, please,” he says to sweeten the deal, and is rewarded with the tip sliding fully inside of him.
His breathing is getting heavier, too, especially with his midsection constricted, but the slight discomfort is easy to overlook when all he can think about is having Kiyoomi sheathed deep in his cunt.
“Please what?”
“Don’t push yer luck–” his words die in his throat when Kiyoomi pinches his clit between his fingers just to come out again as a warbled whine, “— alpha!”
As soon as the appellative escapes him, Kiyoomi bottoms out and Atsumu is left breathless.
No matter how many times they fuck, having Kiyoomi buried balls deep inside of him has his pussy aching in a pleasant way. He’s big and thick and he fills him up so good.
“Shh,” Kiyoomi has the nerve to say, “don’t be so loud…unless you actually want to get caught?”
“No,” he manages to say, his chest heaving.
“No?” Kiyoomi parrots, and Atsumu’s breath hitches, belly swooning with excitement as Kiyoomi pulls back, his length dragging against his sensitive walls, “Don’t you want everyone to know who you belong to, omega?”
His heart skips a beat before it starts to hammer in his chest. Kiyoomi’s cockhead is stretching his hole and the alpha grabs his ass to push his cheeks apart, his cunt parting with a wet squelch, both of his holes clenching under the alpha’s stare.
“What a pretty cunt, dripping wet for me,” Kiyoomi croons, and Atsumu’s hips jerk back, wanting Kiyoomi’s cock deep in him again– possibly before anyone wakes up, “I didn’t even need to prep you.”
Atsumu doesn’t get any warning before Kiyoomi slams into him, quickly picking up a hard, pointed but lazy pace.
It feels like his body is burning up, like he’s about to go into heat except that it shouldn’t be happening, not now– yet he feels so hot, everything is starting to ache and the thought of slipping into heat while he’s so vulnerable has a rush of pleasure cruising through his veins.
Atsumu swallows as many whimpers as he can but Kiyoomi has angled his hips just right, hitting the right spot each time he slams in, and that leaves Atsumu gasping and whining at the slow rhythm of the alpha’s thrusts. He curls and uncurls his fingers, his nails digging into the dirt as his breath stutters through his chest.
Kiyoomi feels so good inside of him, each drag of his cock setting his nerves alight as pleasure begins to drop lower in his stomach, making his clit throb. It craves to be played with– Atsumu wishes he could touch himself, scratch that itch between his legs that grows stronger with each of Kiyoomi’s hard but lazy thrusts.
“Faster,” he says, clenching around Kiyoomi to spur the alpha into a quicker pace– Atsumu is so deep into his own pleasure, his needs, that his command comes out sounding more like a frantic plea.
“What was that?” Kiyoomi asks, hands sliding down his sides to reach his thighs to thumb at his swollen, reddened glands. They’re oozing sweet, sweet pheromones– his body’s own way of enticing the alpha into giving him what he wants.
“Faster, please,” his pussy is aching, and his neglected clit throbs.
“Is that how you’re supposed to address me?”
In the back of his mind, Atsumu hears a faraway voice begging him to pick up the fight, but his mind is too clouded by his inner omega’s needs to listen to it, which prods him to just say what Kiyoomi wants to hear– “please alpha, fuck me faster.”
Their combined scents blend so well together that Atsumi’s hazy brain fleetingly wonders how good their nest would smell, and that thought is enough to make him squeeze like a vice around Kiyoomi.
“What happened to me overestimating my dick game?” Kiyoomi taunts in that condescending tone of his that now only makes him feel hotter and needier– Atsumu manages a pathetic little whine in response.
Tears form in the corner of his eyes each time Kiyoomi draws back and fucks into him again, again and again, every thrust growing faster and yet staying as sharp as the previous one.
“Look at you,” Kiyoomi purrs, his cock spearing him each time, “so eager to have your pussy fucked loose and sloppy, mh?”
Atsumu’s cunt throbs, more slick gushing out of him.
“That greedy to be bred, to be full of my cubs?”
His scent flares, out of his control, so sweet that it almost makes him gag– never before the thought of being bred excited him so much, and the back of his neck aches, just like his teeth and the rest of his body. He feels Kiyoomi lose his rhythm for a moment, and hears him take a sharp inhale.
“Oh, omega, ” Kiyoomi coos, voice is much more guttural than usual, hip snapping fast until Atsumu feels the alpha’s knot swelling, making it harder to pull out, “you love my cock so much that you really went into heat?”
Pleasure pools lower in his stomach— the only thing grounding Atsumu is the grip of the alpha’s hands on his thighs, his fingers gently rubbing his glands in sharp contrast to Kiyoomi’s thrusts, but he can barely keep his eyes open, let alone put together a coherent response. The only thing coming out of his mouth are pitiful sounds, each one of them fucked out of him, Kiyoomi's balls slapping against Atsumu’s skin each time– the squelch of his pussy that follows each thrust is obscene even to his own wooled hearing.
“Or, maybe…” the alpha trails off, his pace growing erratic, “maybe you just want your cunt filled, taken by any stud that comes by, unable to stop it. Is that it, omega?"
His arousal burns hotter and hotter, Atsumu’s moans gurgling out of him, his ears pressed flat against his head as he drools out Kiyoomi’s name.
“I could leave you here, wet and ready to be used. You’d love that, wouldn't you?” When Kiyoomi starts to play with his clit, Atsumu's body tenses. He’s so close that he can almost taste his climax. “Want to be used as the neighborhood's cumdumb, pup?”
He is so blissed out that he doesn’t realize Kiyoomi’s strokes are shorter as he buries his entire length into him.
“As if I would ever share what’s mine ,” Kiyoomi growls, and Atsumu bares his neck by instinct, “this sweet pussy of yours belongs to me, omega.”
His moans echo in his head, along with Kiyoomi’s grunts and degrading praise. The alpha grinds his cock inside of him- he's in so deep that Atsumu can feel him in his stomach, and his knot is stretching him deliciously wide.
“You won’t ever need anyone else, pup, I’ll breed you full of my come, make you round with my litter.”
The last thread holding him together snaps and his cunt begins convulsing as he comes around Kiyoomi’s fat cock, wave after wave of pleasure passing through him as his climax washes over him.
He hears Kiyoomi curse under his breath. Atsumu would whine in embarrassment but he doesn’t feel ashamed, he can’t– his mind has gone too hazy for that, and he doesn’t feel anything but the intense pleasure pulsing through him.
Atsumu just twitches, around Kiyoomi’s throbbing cock– it’s seconds later Kiyoomi pulls out before his knot can catch, and his inner omega doesn’t take it well.
“No, no no no, please, alpha, I want yer knot, please,” he cries out, “I’ve been good, please. ”
His requests go unanswered. Kiyoomi keeps just the tip inside of him, hips still– Atsumu hears the distinct wet sound of needy strokes and soon the first rush of cum fills him.
The disappointment that his inner omega felt for the current lack of a knot lodged inside of him is pleased with each new rope of cum. His citrusy scent becomes sweeter– so sweet that the citrus is almost drowned out by the sweetened almonds.
“You’ve been so good for me, omega, so good…”
There is drool trickling down Atsumu’s chin, tears straining his cheeks as the alpha grunts his release. Atsumu moans in sync with Kiyoomi, his hole clenching around the alpha’s tip to milk him dry.
“Next time, I’ll give you my knot,” Kiyoomi promises, sighing as his cock kicks his final release.
His cunt throbs as he starts to come down from his high and when Kiyoomi pulls out, Atsumu can feel his come gushing out of his puffy cunt despite his efforts to keep it inside of him. He feels Kiyoomi’s slender fingers trace the seam of his pussy, picking up the cum along the way before pushing it back inside of him. Atsumu moans embarrassingly loudly.
There is a moment of silence that follows where the only thing he can hear is their heavy breathing, his quick heartbeat, and the chirping of the birds. The discomfort in his stomach, where the fence still presses on his belly, starts to grow and he weakly wiggles, trying to get free, but his muscles feel like jelly and he’s tired– so tired.
“Shift,” Kiyoomi says, his thumbs drawing circles on his lower back.
Atsumu blinks, heartbeat slowing down, so dazed and blissed out his brain is barely registering Kiyoomi’s words.
“Shift into your animal form to get out of the hole,” Kiyoomi says, his tone much gentler now, “come on sweetheart, I heard Shimizu-san go out for her run.”
His body still feels feverish but the unexpected heat has subsided a bit– enough to focus all of his energies to turn into his fox form and once he has shrunk in size, he quickly falls on the grass next to Kiyoomis…paws. Their clothes are pooled on the grass and when Atsumu looks up he meets his golden eyes.
While in their hybrid or human forms they’re pretty much the same size, Kiyoomi’s panther form is three times his– the alpha towers over him, his black coat shining under the morning sun, muscles rippling, and he looks very much the apex predator that he is. Atsumu remains lying on the grass and bares his neck.
Kiyoomi’s mouth closes around his nape, picking him off the ground as if he were an actual pup, before he starts to run towards the back door of his house and slips inside through the flap door– in any other occasion, Atsumu would have been offended to be treated like this but he’s running on instincts and he’s far too weak to care, so he lets himself be carried over to Kiyoomi’s den.
They move through the house at a quick pace but Atsumu can say that it looks different now that sunshine is coming through the curtains, giving the ambiance a warmer feel to it. He feels a new wave of slick coating his fur and he yelps and whimpers in pain.
As soon as his body hits the alpha’s bed he turns back into his hybrid form, too tired to stay a fox, and because Kiyoomi hadn’t knotted him he feels the heat wash over him in full force again, too soon for his liking. He’s lying on his belly and Kiyoomi is purring behind him, his hands caressing him back and forth to ease his aching muscles, paying attention to his midsection, where the fence used to dig into his skin.
“Want me to help you through your heat?” Kiyoomi asks with a gentle tone and Atsumu nods in response, “Use your words, sweetheart, I want to hear it.”
He has never shared a heat with Kiyoomi before. Every time they fucked, neither of them were in their cycles and, on Atsumu’s part, at least, it was on purpose– he doesn’t like how needy he becomes when he’s in heat. He doesn’t feel like himself.
"Where is your owner?" Atsumu's body is craving for Kiyoomi to take care of him, but he will refuse if a complete stranger could see him in such a vulnerable state, no matter how much he wants to share his heat with the alpha.
“On a business trip." Kiyoomi says, "If you're uncomfortable here, I can escort you to your nest–”
“No!” His nest is pitiful, a meager assortment of old clothes and a blanket that has seen better days. In the back of his mind, Atsumu feared that Kiyoomi’s perception of him would change if he’d let him see this side of him…but it’s too late now, isn’t it? The alpha already saw glimpses of it, Kiyoomi's owner won't be around for the worst of it and he’d rather not have the alpha see his poor excuse of a nest.
“I want yer knot, please,” Atsumu says, his voice a frantic whine as he spreads his legs on the mattress, hurriedly giving his consent to the alpha to slide between them while his scent spikes in distress.
The alpha’s purrs grow louder and a soft, clean scent fills the air— Kiyoomi is pumping out calming pheromones, and they smell so different from the alpha’s base scent. “Shh, I’ll take care of you now.”
It’s a soothing balm for his nerves and when Kiyoomi smoothly slides into him— filling him up again as he lowers himself over his body until they’re chest to back, Kiyoomi’s broad figure draping over his— Atsumu goes lax on the mattress.
“You’re so good for me, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi says, and Atsumu’s heart begins to trot in his ribcage.
After that, everything becomes a blur— all he can feel is Kiyoomi. His body engulfing him, his cock fucking him nice and slow at first and then picking up the pace later, his lips and tongue toying with his neck glands. All he can smell is Kiyoomi. His scent is in the air, in the sheets he’s pressing his face into.
Atsumu doesn’t know how many times he comes or how long they are stuck together each time, but he knows that Kiyoomi is providing for him– he gets fed, he’s kept hydrated and washed when his feverish heat goes down enough to allow him to stand.
Atsumu never quite falls unconscious, but minutes blend into hours and hours into days. By the time he feels more like himself, he doesn’t know how long he spent in Kiyoomi’s den – Atsumu only knows that he feels thoroughly exhausted but satisfied, like he never felt before, and his mind is at ease.
He finds himself resting in rather messy sheets with Kiyoomi hugging him from behind, despite his fluffy tail being kind of in the way, locked together at the groin as the alpha nurses his gland.
He basks in Kiyoomi’s careful, loving ministrations for a long while, enjoying the deep rumble coming from the alpha’s chest in silence.
They stay like that for a while, and it's Kiyoomi who breaks the silence. “Are you back among the living, pup?”
Atsumu ignores Kiyoomi’s poor excuse of a joke.
“I didn’t take ya fer the clingy type, kitten.”
“A misjudgment on your part,” Kiyoomi says, nipping his neck. There's a series of dull thump thump thump and he soon realizes that it's his tail furiously hitting the bed.
“Mh,” Atsumu hums, baring his neck to the alpha with no hesitation, “ya won’t deny it, then?”
“Why should I, when you seem to like it?”
“Should it matter if I like it or not?” Atsumu asks, and it’s nothing more than a tentative step forward into uncharted territories. He tries to keep his scent in check, his fox ears perking in the alpha’s direction as he subtly sniffs the air for any signs of rejection in Kiyoomi’s scent.
Slender fingers lightly grip his chin, gently forcing him to turn his face. “Do you want it to matter?”
“Ya can’t answer a question with another question,” Atsumu grumbles, buying himself some time to calm his rabbiting heart.
“But I just did,” Kiyoomi says with a slight smirk on his lips, “so now you have to answer me. Do you want it to matter, Atsumu?”
His eyes inevitably fall on the alpha’s lips before he corrects himself and looks into Kiyoomi’s dark gaze.
“Yes,” he admits, and Kiyoomi’s smirk stretches wider, “—but don’t feel too smug about it…or I’ll change my mind, kitten.”
As if that ever happened.
“Sure you will, pup,” the alpha says, still sounding way too smug for Atsumu’s liking— he doesn’t complain about his tone though, because Kiyoomi starts to lean closer to whisper against his lips, “I think that means you’re stuck with me now.”
His tail begins to wag harder, and it’s met with Kiyoomi’s slimmer tail wrapping around it. Kiyoomi grips his chin tighter and closes the space between them, pulling him into a kiss. It’s different from all the other kisses they’ve shared– this one is sweet, sweet like neither of them have ever been with one another, and he hopes that this one will be the first of many to come.