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Yuuri whined softly, rubbing his thighs together to distract him from the building heat under his skin. His heat wouldn’t be truly arriving until Friday, and he had been able to take the day off, but by Wednesday he was floating through his work day with a heavy, cotton-stuffed head and the near-constant urge to fuck himself stupid in the bathroom.
God, how unprofessional. This was Yuuri’s first job out of high school and he was already showing off just how desperate he was. This was just a temp job, he was filling in a vacancy for the holidays to make extra cash for his tuition payments, but the benefits of the job went far beyond the paycheck.
He had hoped wearing a skirt to work today would help alleviate some of the warmth between his legs, but it only made him feel more eager to spread himself open on his boss’s desk.
Mr. Nikiforov was unfairly attractive, all crisp lines and clean edges, strong and broad and painfully, sinfully sexy. Yuuri had spent countless lunch breaks with his hand in his pants, imagining what it would be like to be pinned under that weight, to be stripped completely bare for his inspection, his approval.
The skirt he had chosen, in retrospect, may have been better suited for another day; it was tight around his wide hips and plush thighs, pulling him in at the waist in a way that exaggerated his omegan physique. He looked undeniably soft and curvy in the skirt. The breezy blouse he had picked out that day just barely hinted at the small mounds of his chest, where he was beginning to swell with heat milk, though thankfully he hadn’t yet begun to leak.
He whined again at the gentle whiff of Mr. Nikiforov’s scent floating through the office and he tucked himself further under his desk, hoping he could just disappear into the bland walls of his cubicle. He knew his own scent was strong, even with the blocking collar on, and a portable scent-blocker blowing neutralizer into the air around his desk. He just wanted to make it through the day before going home to nest for a long weekend.
Footsteps stopped at the small gap in the fabric walls, and Yuuri knew instantly who it was, just by his scent. He bit his lip.
“Yuuri?” that voice rumbled, his Russian accent thick around the long ‘u’ of his name. “Can I see you in my office?”
Yuuri swallowed thickly and nodded without turning around, his stomach dropping to the floor. It was bad enough that Mr. Nikiforov was the source of every single one of his fantasies: the older man holding him down and fucking him on his big, mahogany desk, pumping him full of cum before sending him back out to his cubicle, his seed soaking into his chair, seeping through and dripping to the floor…
“Yuuri.” his voice commanded, making Yuuri yelp softly. “Did you hear me?”
Yuuri nodded his head again, slowly turning around to face him. “Y-yes sir,” he muttered, his omega begging to be taken then and there, in his tiny cubicle, but Yuuri clamped his legs shut, wincing at the sudden pressure against the scent glands in his inner thighs.
“I don’t know if you understood me, Mr. Katsuki. I meant now.” his boss rumbled, and Yuuri swore he saw him lick his lower lip; his soft, pink tongue flicking out over the plump flesh as if he was looking at a meal to be devoured. Yuuri didn’t mind that thought. He swallowed and stood slowly, setting his heeled feet below himself and smoothing down his pencil skirt, hoping to god that he didn’t have a wet spot on the back of the soft beige material.
His skin was flushed, too sensitive to the clothes he was already wearing, and when Mr. Nikiforov stared him down, the heat became nearly unbearable. Just the attention alone had him squirming. He followed his boss along the hall of cubicles, coming to stop just outside his office, the door marked with his name in gold.
"After you, Yuuri," he purred, the rumble in his voice unmistakably alphan, the sound of it somehow both hardened and softened by time. Yuuri swallowed thickly as he got another strong whiff of his scent, even with his heels, Yuuri was only as tall as his chin. Yuuri knew he was single, the absence of a ring on his finger or any mention of an omega at home proved that to him. Mr. Nikiforov was old enough to be his father. The thought of that alone made Yuuri wet, that he had caught the eye of an older, illegally attractive man.
Yuuri walked past him as he held the door open, taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs in front of that mahogany desk, trying not to focus on the image of himself spread naked on its surface, fucked open and stuffed to the brim with come.
He heard the click of the door swinging shut, followed by a second, metallic click that made Yuuri shiver. Mr. Nikiforov's polished dress shoes clicked across the floor as he walked, stopping to run his fingertips along the slope of Yuuri's shoulders, rubbing the material of his blouse between his fingers before sinking into his chair.
"Do you know why I called you in, Yuuri?" those lips pursed perfectly as he spoke, Yuuri's core sparking with lust. His long fingers laced together and propped up under his chin, Mr. Nikiforov tipped his head to the side, his silvery fringe falling over his face.
Yuuri tried to calm his breaths, forcing them into a rhythm vaguely resembling a normal human breathing pattern. "I… think so," he stammered, despite the rattle of his heart against the inside of his ribcage. "I'm sorry I have to take a long weekend, I just… some personal things came up."
Mr. Nikiforov smirked, a truly devastating thing to Yuuri's omega. "Oh, Yuuri, I'm well aware," he crooned, leaning back in his chair and pressing a single, long finger to his lips. Yuuri bit back the urge to whine at that, the implication that his boss knew he was taking leave for his heat. "That isn't why we're having this meeting, though. Do you perhaps have any other guesses?"
"Is it the skirt?" Yuuri asked, blushing a painful shade of red. "I didn't check the dress code, I'm sorry, I can go home to change…"
Mr. Nikiforov leaned forward again and shook his head. "Oh, sweetheart, that's not necessary. You look wonderful in your skirt.” he praised, watching carefully as Yuuri’s omega reacted to the praise, further drenching the panties he was wearing. “I simply wanted to tell you how lovely you look today, and thank you for coming to work despite your oncoming heat.”
Yuuri whimpered at the praise, finding it increasingly hard to clamp down on his arousal; a strong wave of pheromones hit him as his boss spoke with his rumbly accent and a soft growl in his throat. It was nearly impossible to push his instinct down at that point, Yuuri felt drawn in to his orbit like a passing meteor.
“I… th-thank you, Mr. Nikiforov,” Yuuri mumbled, his tongue suddenly too heavy, too thick in his mouth for words. “I don’t want to l-let you down,” he added, swallowing the thick lump in his throat.
Mr. Nikiforov tutted softly, curling a long pointer finger toward himself. “Now, now, no need for such formalities here, sweet.” he crooned, and Yuuri felt himself standing without thinking, rounding his desk. His eyes went wide at the very clear, very obvious tent in his expensive trousers. “Please, call me Viktor.”
“Viktor-uu,” Yuuri repeated, his accent thickening with his arousal. “I… I’m sorry, I d-didn’t think I’d be so…” his sentences rambled off in odd directions, even he wasn’t sure what he had planned to say.
“Everything alright, Yuuuuuuri?” Viktor rolled the ‘uu’ of his name around on his tongue like fine wine, an aged merlot, swirling in his glass. “You look flushed, are you sure your heat isn’t arriving early?”
Yuuri whined again, lifting his hand to his throat with the urge to touch his own sensitive scent glands, to imitate the sensation of being scented with his own wrist. His legs wobbled, his cunt dripping and his cocklet pressing hard against the inside of his skirt. Everything in his omega screamed to tell him yes, to let the man sitting carefully poised in his chair take him apart at every thread. The rational side of him knew the man over three decades older than him, not even touching the fact that he was his boss, but the insistent cloud of pheromones and scent dulled any rational thought, pared him down to instinct and instinct alone.
“V-Viktoru,” he panted, swaying on his feet as he tugged at his collar. “Please?” he whispered, blinking at the alpha with wet eyes.
“Please what, Yuuri?” Viktor rumbled softly, patting his lap in invitation. “I need you to use your words with me.”
Yuuri saw the invitation and took it, nearly stumbling as he crawled into the man’s lap, sitting astride his long legs as if he was riding side-saddle, legs pressed firmly together to preserve what little propriety he had left. “Will you… p-please, will you scent me?” he sighed, his voice dangerously weak.
Viktor growled then, a low, dark sound in his chest, and nodded. “Da, I’d love to scent you, you pretty little thing. Would you like me to leave this on?” he asked, nodding at the clasp of his collar, a small silver lock holding it in place around his throat.
Yuuri fumbled for the dainty chain around his neck, handing the key to Viktor with shaky fingers. “No, take it off, please, god, please,” he whined, slowly losing his restraint. He could feel the throbbing press of Viktor’s cock under his ass, and it only made the problem between his legs wetter. “Scent me, please.”
The sensation was almost immediate; the leather fell away and Viktor’s cheek pressed against his skin, brushing the soft, yet slightly stubbled flesh against Yuuri’s tender glands. Yuuri cried out, another fresh burst of slick soaking into his panties and surely his skirt by now. The heady musk of Viktor’s skin mingled with Yuuri’s own, dark and tangy met sweet and light, and the combination made Yuuri moan.
“Oh, god, Yuuri,” Viktor rumbled as he continued, two warm lips pressed against his swollen, irritated skin. “Your sweet little moans, blyad, you sound so beautiful,” he growled, laying his hand on Yuuri’s thick thigh, his fingers inching upward, teasing at the hem of his skirt. “May I?”
Yuuri bit his lip and nodded. “Yes, please, Viktoru, touch me~” he whimpered, sliding his legs apart and allowing his boss’s hand to slip between them. Yuuri gasped and writhed as Viktor’s mouth opened against him, his tongue sweeping over the skin there, his hand pursuing the throbbing heat between his legs.
Viktor’s fingers danced over the sopping wet lace covering his slit and erect cocklet. The slick, wet noise of it made Yuuri throw his head back and moan again, a longer, drawn-out sound that vaguely resembled a ‘yes’, or a ‘please’ of some sort.
“Inside, need y-you in me,” Yuuri begged, rolling his hips against Viktor’s hand. His glasses had begun to slip off his nose, the frames slippery with sweat and fogging up with the heat of his skin. Viktor worked quickly, hooking his fingers under the small swatch of fabric covering Yuuri’s mound and deftly pulling it to the side before plunging two long fingers into his heat.
Yuuri wailed, Viktor's fingers reaching depths only his toys had found before, expertly finding and teasing that spot inside him that made him see stars.
“Ohhh, is that good, darling? Did I find your special spot?” Viktor crooned against his ear, nipping at the supple, soft lobe of it as Yuuri convulsed with pleasure in his lap. “Are you going to come on my fingers? Just from this?” he teased, doubling his efforts as Yuuri threw his arms around his shoulders, rocking shamelessly against his hand, fucking himself on his fingers.
“Yes, yes, ple-hease, onegai--” Yuuri moaned in Japanese, desperate for that edge as it approached. “There, Viktoru, there!” he whimpered, his core tightening and clenching in that telltale way.
“Come.” Viktor instructed, grazing his teeth over Yuuri’s gland, pressing his fingers hard into that little nub of nerve endings inside him. Yuuri obeyed without a second thought, his body spasming around Viktor’s fingers as he came, a broken sob of his name falling from his lips. “Good, such a good omega for me,” Viktor purred as Yuuri sagged against him, nuzzling against his throat and searching for the gland under his skin.
Yuuri’s mind was a lovely, hazy mess of nothing but Viktor, his scent, heady and thick hanging around him like a fog. He had lost both of his shoes, one barely hanging on by his toes as he went limp in Viktor’s lap. Yuuri was perfectly content to let Viktor kiss him, listening as he mumbled praise in his ear in a way that left him floating, light as a feather.
“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” Viktor breathed, completely intoxicated by the display he had just witnessed, and slowly withdrew his fingers from Yuuri’s sopping hole. “Yuuri~ are you here with me, darling?” he crooned, smiling at the sleepy grin he got as a reply.
“Mmmhmmm~ ‘m here, Viktoru,” he mumbled, burying his nose in Viktor’s shirt again. “Smell really good.” he purred, taking deep breaths of Viktor’s scent as his omega finally felt sated.
“So do you, sweet,” Viktor praised, kissing the top of Yuuri’s head. “Was that enough to keep you happy for now? Or do you need more?” he asked, his voice rumbling in his chest, soothing Yuuri down to his core.
Yuuri hummed, then shook his head. “Not now… sensitive.” he whispered to the older man, like a secret. “Can I stay?” he asked, blinking those soft chocolate eyes at Viktor.
“Of course you can. The day’s nearly over anyway, why don’t you stay right here until quitting time, hm?” Viktor asked, running his clean hand through Yuuri’s hair, smiling to himself as he finally felt how soft it was. Yuuri hummed an affirmative, nuzzling closer as Viktor rolled his chair closer to the desk. He had a few things to finish up on, but it was nothing he couldn’t do with Yuuri curled up against him like this.
“Can I… would it be okay if I…” Yuuri began a few minutes later, his words sloppy and messy in his mouth. “Wanna move,” he said, after some encouragement from Viktor.
“Move how, sweetheart?” Viktor asked, leaning back to let Yuuri arrange himself. He kicked off his remaining shoe and slowly but surely stood, with Viktor’s steadying hand on his hip. Viktor lost his breath as Yuuri hiked up his skirt over his ass. “O-oh, my god,” Viktor swore under his breath in Russian as Yuuri revealed himself completely, his shining pink folds and his small cocklet, still dripping after his orgasm. The lace panties he had been wearing were a deep red, beautifully contrasted against his ivory skin. Yuuri smiled sweetly before pulling them down entirely, letting them drop to the floor.
“Can I keep you warm?” Yuuri asked, as if Viktor’s entire life wasn’t flashing before his eyes. Sure, he was painfully hard, but he figured he could let it wane long enough to not be a problem while Yuuri rested.
Viktor fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with an uncharacteristic lack of finesse. Yuuri watched on with hearts in his eyes as Viktor unbuttoned his fly and worked himself out of his pants, hard, flushed and leaking.
“So big…” Yuuri mumbled, eyeing the soft beginning of a knot at the base of his girthy cock, shivering at the thought of it inflating inside him. Viktor guided him back into his lap, Yuuri straddling his legs and positioned above his cock.
“Breathe through it darling,” Viktor encouraged, knowing that Yuuri’s previous orgasm would have prepared him for the length adequately. “Ready?” he asked, cupping Yuuri’s cheek as he slowly dropped onto his cock, the entire length of it sheathing inside Yuuri like he was made for him.
“S-so big, V-Viktoru,” Yuuri mewled, wrapping his legs around Viktor’s back and burying his nose in his throat again. “Feels so good.”
Viktor moaned and nodded, his eyes rolling back at the soft, slippery heat around him. “You feel incredible too, lovely,” he said, kissing the exposed skin of Yuuri’s throat before turning his attention back to his emails, as best he could.
It wasn’t long before the clock turned to five pm, signaling the end of the work day. The office would empty out within minutes, leaving them alone in the building; even though Yuuri had made quite a racket earlier, Viktor intended to make him scream for their second round.
Yuuri had long since fallen asleep, but Viktor was restless as ever. Yuuri’s body was still getting warmer, rhythmically clenching around him despite his slumber. God, what he wouldn’t give to share Yuuri’s heat when it truly arrived. He’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long, despite his status as a temp worker. He could always find another to fill the position, he had decided, if Yuuri would but let him bring him home and keep him there to be spoiled and pampered endlessly.
Sweat rolled down the line of his spine and he shuddered as Yuuri rolled his hips, arching his spine as he stirred awake. “V… Viktor?” he mumbled sleepily, rocking down on Viktor’s dick.
Viktor groaned, his hips bucking up on their own. Yuuri whined, gripping him tighter. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just… god, you feel so good around me,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down Yuuri’s jaw and to his throat, sucking a small mark into the skin below his ear, staying away from his scent gland.
Yuuri moaned and tilted his head to the side, offering the entire expanse of his throat to Viktor, submitting himself in such a physical way nearly made him spend right there. God knows he had been hard enough for long enough to lose control like that.
“Yuuuuri, darling, may I move?” Viktor purred, latching on and suckling at his bare skin, “I’d like to fuck you, may I?” he asked, feeling his alpha grow more and more restless.
“Please, Alpha, fuck me,” Yuuri panted, rocking his hips down with intention that time, placing Viktor’s hands on his plush ass, encouraging him to squeeze. Viktor did just that, his instinct roaring to the surface as Yuuri squeaked his name.
Viktor palmed at his cheeks like a man denied, grabbing hold and bucking up into Yuuri’s heat with a grunt mirroring the whine he punched out of Yuuri’s throat. The veracity of it almost threw Yuuri out of his lap, were it not for Viktor’s hands holding him securely against him. Yuuri clung to him for dear life, squeezing around his waist as tight as he could as Viktor’s cock pounded into him at a dizzying pace.
“Y-Yuuuuri, fuck,” Viktor cursed, his lips never leaving Yuuri’s throat, his breaths panting hot against his skin. “So good, s-so good,” he panted in a mantra, hissing as Yuuri’s fingernails scraped white-hot lines down his back, even through his dress shirt.
It passed in a haze, Viktor had been hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long that just a few slick strokes had him going jelly-legged, his knot swelling and locking into Yuuri’s body with a wet pop.
“Alpha!” Yuuri screamed at the sudden intrusion, the pleasure of it sending him over the edge as Viktor did, his cocklet spurting a paltry amount compared to the ungodly amount of seed spilling into him. Both of them felt it, but neither one of them thought to stop when Viktor’s teeth clamped around Yuuri’s pulsing scent gland, and likewise Yuuri claimed Viktor’s.
Viktor babbled incoherently, flesh between his teeth, the coppery taste of Yuuri filling his mouth as he filled him with burst after burst of his spend, claiming him inside and out.
It wasn’t until Viktor’s knot deflated that either of them realized what had happened, that their throats were marked by two rhyming bond bites, two curved sets of red marks left by teeth. Viktor was first to recognize it, then Yuuri.
“I…” Yuuri began, his eyes wide with horror and filling with tears. “I didn’t mean to bite you, I’m… Viktor, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, but Viktor held him fast, brushing away the tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I know you didn’t mean to do it, sweetheart,” Viktor soothed, “I’m not upset.”
Yuuri sniffed, rubbing away what Viktor didn’t get with the back of his sleeve. “What? How? I… bit you, I didn’t ask, I just… how are you not furious with me?”
“Darling, I bit you too.” Viktor said softly, running his finger over the fresh mark in Yuuri’s skin, a soft smile curling at his lip. “Don’t think I didn’t want to be yours. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.”
Yuuri sniffled again, gasping at the touch. “You mean… you wanted it? You wanted me to bite you?” he asked, his mind still foggy with preheat and sex.
“Oh god, from the day you started,” Viktor whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the inflamed skin. “I’ve been hoping I could do this for a long time.” He pulled away, looking into Yuuri’s endless amber eyes as Yuuri looked into his. “Since I’m not in rut, this isn’t permanent, it’ll fade in a few weeks if you change your mind. But I know I’d prefer to keep it. And you.”
Yuuri flushed, considering it only for a moment. “I… I want to keep you too.”