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4am and yet, Dazai can't do anything but look at the way Chuuya's chest goes up and down, mouth open, snoring on his sleep while Dazai just lies there and stares... and stares... and stares...
He can't fall asleep.
No matter how much he tries, his eyes refuse to close for more than a few seconds. Even trying to focus on his mate's scent doesn't work. He still feels uneasy and restless.
It has been a long time since he has felt like this, usually it doesn't happen as much anymore, not nowadays with Chuuya sleeping at his side at least.
Guess there's things a bond can't resolve.
His eyes move to Chuuya's neck, a faint bite mark over the alpha's scent glands, matching with the one decorating his own neck. A proof that Dazai has claimed Chuuya too in some way.
It's not usual for an alpha to let their omega bite them too, but Chuuya has always liked to make things on his own way. He barely uses his chocker anymore, showing the mark proudly to the world while Dazai still keeps his bandages on, like an indestructible armor.
Some ‘habits’ may be hard to change, but Chuuya has always be there for Dazai, prepared to keep up with all his shit no matter how irritating or confusing it was for him.
He can count with Chuuya to pull him out of the sea when he sinks too deep into it.
In fact, he wishes Chuuya would pull him out of his thoughts right now. Spending time alone with his mind has been proved to be dangerous more than once.
Umm…
Yeah, so maybe waking Chuuya up at agonizingly late hours at night has been proved many times to not be a great idea either. Chuuya usually arriving quite late from the Mafia and everything…
Dazai knows quite well though, how easily he can turn Chuuya's rage in something more… suitable for Dazai's intentions.
Rage and sexual arousal are not that far away, physiologically-wise.
… right?
Well, he has just to find out.
Dazai raises his hand.
The alpha snarls on his sleep but it doesn't stop Dazai from keeping shaking his shoulder though. Still, Chuuya's eyes doesn't open.
Seeing how he isn't getting the response he was expecting, Dazai changes plans.
And then he presses his fingers on Chuuya's scent glands.
His mate's eyes open right away.
"What. The. Fuck."
The alpha digs his eyes, accusatory, into Dazai's own, blinking several times to get his eyes used to the dark on the room.
“What time is it? Why the fuck are you not asleep?” A deep frown between his eyebrows.
For a moment, Dazai's mind decides to have a brainstorm on his own, quickly mulling over different options, searching the most suitable one to answer, one that would bring down his alpha's ire to something easily manageable, that would allow Dazai to put the ball in his court—
"Oi, it's everything good?"
The gentle tone of voice pulls Dazai out his thoughts, and this time is Dazai the one blinking, of confusion, as Chuuya's facial expression goes from annoyed to concern.
He doesn't know what Chuuya has seen on his face, but whatever has been, it has been enough to change Chuuya's mind, make him focus in other matters.
Sometimes it's hard for Dazai to get used to it. Having to face Chuuya's caring side instead of the angry one. He spent too many years dealing with Chuuya's yells, dealing with the alpha's aggressiveness.
It became less frequent once they started courting each other, even less once they mated.
Still hard to get used to it though.
"Can't sleep." The statement makes Chuuya yawn as if it was conditioned.
"Why?"
That's a stupid question to do.
Dazai sighs.
"I don't know, it's just..."
"One of those days, uh?" Chuuya finishes his words. They just stare at each other for a second before Chuuya moves on his side and opens his arms for Dazai to nestle between them.
"Come then."
"No."
"No????" Chuuya frowns and yawns again. He knows some part of Chuuya would love to tell him to fuck off, though his alpha side won't.
"Fuck me."
The way Chuuya starts blinking is absurdly comically.
There's a sudden increase of Chuuya's scent on the air, before it disappears. Chuuya raises his head from the bed, alert.
Dazai uses all his will to restrict a smirk.
"What the fuck Dazai, are you horny? Is your pre heat?" Chuuya sniffs the air, nose wrinkling.
Cute.
"You don't smell like heat, what the fuck."
Dazai snorts. "I'm not in pre heat Chuuya, I just can't sleep."
"Then? What?" His eyes turn into slits and this time Dazai lets himself smirk, like the little shit he is.
"Fuck me till I fall asleep."
"What the fuck."
Dazai laughs. "Chuuya is especially ineloquent after waking up."
"Dazai." Chuuya rolls his eyes "Why?"
Dazai smiles, this time less amused and more sincere "I can't sleep. So tire me until I fall asleep."
"And you want me to do that… by fucking you?"
"Yeah." Dazai snorts again. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. Would you do it, my alpha?"
Dazai raises his arm and his hand meets his mate's cheek, cupping it tenderly as Chuuya considers his request silently.
"I can't believe you." Chuuya says and sighs.
"Come on, it's not the first time I've asked something like this." Dazai raises one of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, but those times you are usually in heat, you know?" Chuuya knits his brows and sighs.
Chuuya's hand places over the hand Dazai is using to cup Chuuya's own cheek.
That's enough of an answer. Dazai smiles triumphantly.
"You are such a troublemaker." Dazai doesn't reply, his smile wide as Chuuya's lips press against his own.
He lets Chuuya take the initiative, his alpha moving his hand away from his face and interlacing their fingers instead.
Dazai sighs into Chuuya's mouth, the redhead sucking tenderly on his bottom lip.
There's no rush, their lips move slowly against each other, as if they had all the time in the world.
It's easy for Dazai to relax like this, his alpha's touch keeping him grounded and above the clouds at the same time.
Their mouths just melt together as if never were supposed to be apart.
Dazai whines, his chin tilting up when Chuuya breaks the kiss, already missing the closeness.
"There's any special way you want to do this?" Chuuya asks.
"Just do your worst chibi."
Dazai inhales sharply as a hand squeezes his ass.
"Yeah sure, I can do that." His alpha smirks and Dazai can already feel a rush of excitement creeping under his skin, warmth pulling on his low belly.
"Fuck yes."
Just like that, their lips crash again and this time there's nothing of the tenderness from before.
There's no shame in the way Chuuya's hands roam all over the faint curves of his body. It's not specially slow or kind either.
It's trying to be noticeable.
Even if Chuuya is touching over his pajamas, Dazai can feel goosebumps waking up on his skin at the same time Chuuya's hands drag along his body, pressing himself against Chuuya's palms. His mate playing his body with the experience of a talented musician.
Dazai can't do anything but gasp as those hands squeeze his ass again. All his whines and moans muffled by Chuuya's mouth, his own tongue trying to fight back on a lost fight against Chuuya's own.
He can't stop himself from tilting his face more in the kiss, trying to show more of his neck.
Chuuya's touch feels strong and dominating, as if it was telling him to let it go. To just let Chuuya take care of him.
It's like Chuuya was trying to take control of all his senses.
There's no need to think nor to act, he can just let himself feel.
Dazai moans as one hand creeps slowly under his pajama t-shirt, open palm resting on his lower back. Chuuya's other hand cupping the back of his head.
He lets himself be turned on his back slowly. The kiss softening too. As if Dazai was something that should be handle tenderly.
Some part of him wants to complain about that, that Chuuya doesn't need to treat him like this, that he just wants Chuuya to fuck him hard.
But again, it's difficult to talk when his mind can only think of how sweet Chuuya's lips are over his own, how comforting Chuuya's scent feels around him, how warm Chuuya's hand feels on the low part of his back, his body arching a bit on the touch.
It's what he wanted but it's scary anyways, it's scary every time.
He wants to be cared, but he doesn't want to be treated tenderly. He wants to be treated tenderly, but he is scared to feel like that.
It's confusing, it has always been. Since the first time he felt Chuuya's touch on his bared skin, his crave for control has been fighting with his crave to be loved.
Sometimes it's hard to know what he wants. Sometimes is better to just focus on Chuuya's scent, focus on what Chuuya wants...
"Dazai."
...on what Chuuya wants to do right now to him.
His eyelids feel heavy, the warmth moves away from his lips. Still with his eyes closed, Dazai tilts his head up, subconsciously asking again for that sweet brush again.
"Osamu."
He opens his eyes.
The hand that used to rest on the back of his head now resting on his cheek, Chuuya's slightly calloused fingertips caressing his skin.
"Once I start, I'm not gonna stop. So you have to tell me if you need me to, okay?"
Dazai just sighs under the touch.
"Okay."
Chuuya smiles at him. "Good."
Suddenly, the touch on his cheek is gone and his body jolts in surprise. Two warm hands moving under the shirt of his pajama. Caressing his back, his sides, drawing circles on his belly and rubbing softly on his nipples.
Dazai takes a sharp intake of air as Chuuya pinches one of his rosy buds harder.
"You are so beautiful, Osamu. My sweet omega."
A wet tongue licks a straight line from over the collar of his pajama t-shirt to below his jaw, it rests over his sensitive scent glands and makes him moan.
Dazai starts feeling it, his own body becoming as warm as Chuuya's hands. The immeasurable urge to press his thighs together, arousal pulling on his low belly, his cock twitching in awareness. He becomes painfully aware of his alpha's body hovering over him, a hot breath over his neck, his scent glands almost throbbing at his alpha's closeness, all his muscles tensing in preparation.
He holds his breath.
"Be a good boy and let me take care of you."
Dazai closes his eyes as Chuuya gives a short peck to his scent glands.
And then, the touch is gone.
His ability of breathing comes back to him, his mouth opening as he takes a long breath, air filling his lungs.
God, so close. For a second Dazai imagines Chuuya's fangs breaching his skin and a shiver of pleasure runs through his body.
So close.
So close.
So good.
His train of thought is cut as warm hands leaves his skin. Dazai almost feels the need to whine in distress, wanting his mate's touch on his body immediately.
Luckily, there's no need to complain. His alpha's hands grabbing the hem of his shirt instead.
There's no need for words. Chuuya doesn't need to say anything, Dazai understands and follows the silent order, raising his arms. Their eyes meet each other for a second before Chuuya pulls the shirt over his neck, discarding it to the floor and exposing Dazai's fair skin.
Dazai drops his arms at both sides of his head, trying to stop the urge to cover his scarred skin from the deep stare of Chuuya's eyes.
"Hmm~ this is not good Osamu."
Dazai's heart jumps on his chest.
Soon Chuuya is hovering over him again, his breath against his ear.
"You should keep your legs wide open for me." Dazai gasps. Chuuya's strong hands grabbing his thighs and pulling them apart with ease.
Dazai wriggles a bit, his dick growing harder in his pants. He feels at Chuuya's mercy. The strong hold preventing him from moving, allowing Chuuya to creep between his legs.
He can already feel a bit of slick dripping out of his hole, wetting his underwear.
God.
His breath comes out in trembling sighs and he feels so many things at the same time.
Chuuya's hands are keeping him still, pliant and open for his alpha. He can smell it, Chuuya's strong scent filling his nostrils, inducing him to behave and submit.
The wetness between his legs is uncomfortable and makes him feel desperate for more at the same time.
"Chuu... Ah." Dazai whines, Chuuya's intense gaze still settled on him.
His heart is beating so fast he can almost hear his heartbeat on his ears. He can feel himself leaking out just by Chuuya's gaze upon him.
"Chuuya." His tone is so closed to a plea.
"You are truly mesmerizing. A piece of art." Dazai's whole body shudders as Chuuya brushes a kiss on his scent glands again. He feels overwhelm, and Chuuya isn't even inside him yet. "You deserve to be cherish, to make all your dreams come true..."
Words make Dazai gasps and sure he has never managed praises well but Chuuya's has always affected him the most, feels like he is freefalling but with warm arms wrapped around him as if protecting him from the fall. It's safe but unsettling. He wants to get out of reach of those arms, to not allow them to jump with him, but at the same time he doesn't want to be alone.
His whole body is on edge, he needs Chuuya to do something.
The hands on his thighs move and Dazai yelps, his legs being pushed up. Chuuya's fingers grabbing the waist of his pants.
"... So I'll fuck you till you can't take it anymore as you wished."
Dazai's body quivers, his mouth opens in a gasp as his pants and boxers are quickly removed from his body and legs
Clothes fly from Chuuya's hands and get discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes. He has long ago stop wearing bandages while he is home so there isn't any piece of fabric separating Chuuya's intense gaze from his naked skin.
His eyes meets Chuuya's, his mate returning his stare between Dazai's open and still raised in the air, legs.
Dazai can sense it even more now, cold air reaching the wet fluid slipping from his hole, making him even more aware of the view Chuuya has in front of his eyes now.
As if trying to gain some control, Dazai talks.
"Like what you see?" Dazai tries to sound smug, raising one of his eyebrows cheekily.
He is pretty aware it isn't working as well as he wishes it did.
His breath is labored, his cheeks are covered with a slight shade of pink and his pupils have devoured all the brown on his eyes. His scent is pouring honey all over the room, sweet and excited.
He doesn't seem in control at all.
Luckily for his pride, Chuuya doesn't comment anything about it.
Almost as if he could read Dazai's thoughts, his thumbs caress the bare skin of Dazai's thighs, eyes slowly following the line of Dazai's long legs, descending till that point in the middle of Dazais agape legs.
The small, little, tiny part of him that feels shame, wishes he could close his legs. He knows he won't though, the other part of him just wants his alpha to admire him more.
For a few seconds Dazai just waits, slightly flustered, for his alpha to do something.
Then, "Ah!" His body jolts. A feather-like touch over his wetness.
"Look at you, so wet Osamu. You are really eager to get fucked, aren't you?"
The finger that has just brushed his rim is now pushing slowly in, as if to check how easily he can slid in.
A shiver travels through Dazai's spine, feeling Chuuya's finger pushing inside unhurriedly. Noticing his own hole giving in effortlessly.
"So wet, it's like your hole is trying to suck me in." Dazai takes a long breath, the long intrusion slipping midway inside him. Yet not long enough, not wide enough. "Bet I could just push my whole cock inside you and you would be able to take it perfectly."
Dazai moans, the finger sliding completely inside him. His body arching in delight as he feels it finding his prostate without difficulty, as it has made many times before.
"I knew you could do it, you open always so nicely for me."
It's true, it's nice. Sex never felt as good before, not until he let himself be hold by Chuuya's arms.
Under Chuya's touch, his whole body blooms, so alive.
A second finger plays with his rim.
"It feels good right? Being the center of everything, being touched as you deserve to." The finger pushes inside, his walls welcoming it. "You always stretch so well for me, you are always so wet, your body has truly been made to take my cock, hasn't it? My beautiful mate..." Dazai can tell, Chuuya's wine scent bathing them both with more intensity with the lewder Chuuya's words become, his mate growing impatient with each second.
"Chuuya! Ah!"
The second finger bottoms out.
"Just one more babe, show me how easily I can stretch you with my fingers."
Dazai whines, a third finger pressing against his rim, sliding smoothly as the others did.
"See? You are so horny Osamu, look how easy I can stretch you open, how well your body reacts. Fuck, I want to knot you so bad." As soon as those words come out of Chuuya's mouth, Dazai feels his fingers moving out, leaving him empty, luckily just for a short time.
Dazai already can predict what it's going to happen the next second, his body already tensing in preparation, eyes closed, an spark of excitement going through his body. He hears Chuuya's hurried movements as he slips out of his clothes, Chuuya's scent becoming more prominent in between Dazai's legs. Dazai can smell pre cum gathering on the tip of his alpha's cock.
He almost wants to cry in happiness as that well known hardness grazes his rim, his hole gushing more slick.
"Let yourself relax, Osamu." There's a single kiss being pressed on his thigh, Chuuya's strong hold bringing him comfort, asking him to just let himself get lost in the feeling.
That's when he feels it.
“Ah!” His mouth falls agape, his whole body jolting as Chuuya's hips press flushed against the faint curve of his ass. Cock burying itself so deep inside him in just one fluid motion.
His back arches on the bed and even if his mouth is wide open he can't spell a single word. His body seems to scream for him instead.
Hands gripping on the sheets, completely overwhelm.
It's not painful, not at all.
His mind feels blank and dazed as it weirdly does, and he relishes in the feeling. His thighs trembling slightly as the big intrusion leaves him almost at the verge of an orgasm. His body takes it as if he had been truly made to have it inside.
Dazai feels so wet and so stretched around Chuuya and yet his inner walls still seem to try and wrap around Chuuya's hot length tightly. As if wanting to stop Chuuya from pushing out, as if wanting Chuuya to knot him just like that.
“Chuuya…” The intoxicating feeling of having his alpha's cock inside him makes his mind wander.
He doesn't have time to say anything before his mate is already pulling out and thrusting in again, Dazai's legs still held up by Chuuya, unable to move. A part of Dazai wishes he could lock his legs around Chuuya's waist, keep his length deep inside.
“I- it feels so good…”
"Fuck, you are so warm Osamu." Chuuya moans over him, Dazai's hips trying to rock his hips as well as he can, to meet each of Chuuya's thrusts. "Being inside you is always a blessing."
Dazai whines at the praise.
Chuuya always flatters him the most when he is prepared to fuck Dazai out of his mind.
Showering Dazai in sweet compliments and hard fucks. It's also what works the best with Dazai during his heat.
It's already hard to think as it is. Dazai can feel his own hole leaking so much all around Chuuya's cock, the sloppy wet sound of Chuuya's hips slapping against his ass resounds all over the room.
And the scent... God, the scent.
Chuuya's scent like wine, trying to intoxicate his mind and push him into submission, his inner omega almost feeling the need to purr at the show of dominance but also of protection.
Chuuya's mouth finds the skin of his legs and he moans as Chuuya starts biting on them. His body jolts every time his alpha pushes all the way inside, the brief moment of emptiness being soon replaced by his alpha's wide cock filling him again. Chuuya keeps snapping his hips forward, not ruthlessly enough to feel like he was seeking only his own pleasure, but harsh enough to make Dazai's body feel electrified.
He made a request to be fucked till he falls sleep of tiresome, and his alpha has all the intention to fulfill it. So Dazai pulls his full trust in his partner's hands and lets himself be fucked till his initial request becomes truth.
"God you are so wet already and I haven't even cum in you, such a needy omega are you."
Chuuya's hands grips harder on his thighs, his cock bumping against Dazai's prostate with the experience of a master. Dazai's body perfectly impaled on Chuuya's length.
"Aren't this what you wanted baby? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Y- yes!!! Ah! S-so good." Dazai moans loudly. His body shaking as his legs are pushed forward, Chuuya trying to bend him in half.
"Oh my god. Chuuya Chuuya!"
His alpha increases the pace, his huge length keeping Dazai so full and warm.
"Come on, Osamu. I know you can come just like this. Let me see your pretty face as you cum just by getting fucked with my cock." Dazai arches his back in a perfect semicircle. Moaning out loud, his body shaking more brusquely, eager to follow his alpha's request.
"Do it omega, let me see you cum on my cock."
Dazai obeys and closes his eyes, moaning, his body trembling and shaking as his cum spills all over his stomach. Chuuya still fucking into him in the same harsh pace with no intention to slower down.
"So beautiful. You are so beautiful, Osamu."
Dazai whines in overstimulation. "A- alph-aa."
"Shhh, you are doing amazing, babe. I know this is not enough to make you fall sleep. I need to fuck you more, don't I?"
He nods various times. "Yes, more..." He mind feels quiet and serene. There's no thoughts to think about, just the feeling of his alpha inside him, so warm, so safe.
Chuuya fucks into his ass, his hands still gripping on his thighs.
It's so good, to be so open for Chuuya. He is sure he is going to have the shape of Chuuya's hands marked on his skin by the time Chuuya tires himself.
He lets himself get lost in the loud slaps of Chuuya's body against him, in the way Chuuya's cock keeps pumping inside him as if Dazai's body felt too good to stop.
As he focus in the feeling of his own body, it doesn't take him a lot to notice something that makes his face wrinkle, a numbing pain on his legs as he comes down from his orgasm.
They have been pushed forward long enough to start feeling painful. And even if spending nights with Chuuya has help him improve, he still wouldn't dare to call himself flexible..
As if noticing the little hint of distress on his scent, Chuuya slows his pace. A few kisses being brushed in each of his thighs before his legs are slowly move down.
"Ah, fuck. Sorry Osamu.” He can hear Chuuya's honesty in his words. The sugary praising tone Chuuya always uses in bed, temporarily gone.
It always amazes Dazai, how biological instincts can make a person behave so different from his usual, just because pheromones and scents and sex, and all of that.
It's not like it is a Chuuya thing though, he is aware he does it too. He feels it every time Chuuya's hands touch his skin, that need to be held and caressed, to be fucked and possessed, to be good for his alpha. So afar from the rational person he has always believed himself to be.
Even if he has learn to see its advantages with time. One thing stays truth: no matter alpha or omega, second genders are truly something to fear.
For alphas and omegas, instincts can be so difficult to shut down.
Dazai is pretty aware of it. He feels it, in Chuuya's behaviour. Even if his legs are resting on the bed now, Chuuya is still fucking into him, in a slower pace. His cock throbbing, keeping the friction against Dazai's insides with no intention of stopping.
And he won't, not until he shots at least a load of cum inside Dazai, not until his inner alpha tells him he has mated his omega satisfactorily.
It's not like Dazai would want him to stop either. He loves it, feeling Chuuya, feeling his body melt under his touch, under the constant move of his hips.
He knows that part of him won't be satisfied until he gets stuck in Chuuya's knot.
So Dazai tries to shut his mind again, taking long breathes, relaxing his body at the comforting intrusion. With each breath, he tries to focus on Chuuya's scent, clearly stronger than before but yet not in that point where the orgasm is imminent.
Sometimes he wonders if Chuuya's endurance is because of him being a martial artist or because of being an alpha.
Maybe it's because both of them.
He already can feel himself way tired than before this started.
"Osamu." A hand rests against his cheek, Dazai hears that sweet tone again. "Don't close your eyes love, we aren't done yet." Thumb tenderly stroking his face. "Open your eyes for me."
The omega does as his alpha says, blue eyes looking at him with care.
"How are you feeling?"
Seriously, the entitlement of his Chuuya to ask something like this when he hasn't even cummed inside Dazai yet.
"My legs are numb and my ass needs to be fucked harder, Chuuya. This is barely a 60 out of 100. Come on, do better." He lets his words be filled with cheekiness and boldness.
As expected of his mate, he makes a single harsh thrust, perfectly shot to Dazai's prostate, clearly pissed off by his omega's assessment.
"Oh, I didn't know I was being evaluated.” He is definitely pissed off. Dazai feels goosebumps, excited. “Don't worry I'm not done with you yet, brat." Another hard thrust. His alpha's next words sound more like a prize than a warning. "You will be too tired to talk once I'm done with you."
This time there's no hard thrust to accompany the words.
Instead, a soft kiss is pressed against his cheek. So gentle, so tender, his whole body tenses in preparation.
Chuuya's tenderness is just the wind before the storm.
"I'm gonna switch positions to... something more comfortable to you." His alpha says lovingly.
"Okay… Ah." Dazai breathes shakily as the fullness inside him disappears, strong hands turning his body around till he is laying on his stomach.
For a moment Dazai thinks he can hear his own heartbeat on his ears, slick dripping down his thighs. His senses perfectly awake in preparation for what it's going to come, the sound of Chuuya moving on the bed behind him, the strong smell of wine embracing him whole.
Breath gets caught on his throat as he feels the touch of Chuuya's hands on his ass, something wet and hard pushing past his rim again.
Dazai moans, as Chuuya pushes his way inside Dazai again. Strong hands keeping his ass up, his body presenting for his alpha.
"Better like this, right?" Chuuya doesn't lose time, building a pace with each thrust. A hand pressing down on his back and keeping his upper body pinned against the mattress. "Let's get your second orgasm, shall we?"
A shudder crosses through his body and Dazai nods, his face hid against their pillow, his mate's hands holding his hips more firmly.
Ah. He really loves the tone Chuuya uses while they are having sex.
Soft and caring but leaving no room to complains. That tone that says that Chuuya knows exactly what Dazai needs every time. That tells Dazai to not worry.
That tells him to be good and take it.
So he takes it. Takes it all as Chuuya increases his pace till Dazai's body is rocking on the bed with each of Chuuya's thrusts. The headboard bumping against the wall of their bedroom.
“Truly nothing compares to your beauty.” Dazai cries and shakes, Chuuya's hand gripping on his hair and raising his head up.
The sound of skin to skin fills the room almost as strong as Chuuya fills his insides. His pace wild, way rough than before, but still his touch feels comforting against his skin.
“You are so beautiful, you sound so beautiful, you smell so beautifully. Like a masterpiece worth ten billion.”
The remaining hand on his hips moves up to his chest, Chuuya's body mounting over him, Chuuya's chest pressed against his back.
Fingers pinch one of his nipples and makes him gasp, tears falling from his eyes.
Suddenly gasps are the only sound his mouth is able to do, his breath fast and uncontrollable, his body shaking violently with every time Chuuya impales his cock inside.
God so wide, so long, so huge inside him.
He can't do anything but shake and cry, his prostate being hit which each thrusts on his insides. His mind dizzy barely being able to process what it's happening around him.
He barely realizes when he lets out a loud scream, his cock cumming on the sheets.
“I'm so lucky Osamu, to be able to hold you between my arms.”
The pace doesn't stop, does not slow, Dazai feels himself like a doll being handled by a puppeteer.
Chuuya's cock fucks him so hard as if trying to reach deeper inside him.
His own cock is already hardening again even if he has cummed barely a few second ago.
“God Osamu, you clench so deliciously around me every time you come.” Dazai whole body feels on fire. “Come on baby, cum once more. I know you can.”
Dazai's cock keeps brushing against the sheets, his body trembling with Chuuya's thrusts.
The hand on his hair moves and wraps around the front of his neck, the grip becoming tighter with each second. His alpha's sultry voice on his ear “Cum, omega.” The alpha commands.
His mouth opens, trying to breath, his dick spilling against the sheets again.
He is completely out of control, there's only his alpha, taking control of his body in every way.
His alpha's cock still fucking his insides ruthlessly, Dazai can only cry, completely unable to keep its pace.
He needs it, he wants his alpha's cock fucking him full, he needs more than just feeling it ramming his insides, he wants to feel it getting stuck inside him, spilling his seed inside till Dazai feels utterly full, cum leaking down his thighs not being able to keep it all inside.
"Please…” He whines. “Please Chuuya cum …"
It's too much.
His dick twitches between his legs, painfully growing hard again.
"Shhh Osamu, come on. I know you can cum once more."
Rough fingertips play with his nipples, Chuuya's fast breath against his neck.
Dazai whines tiredly. Chuuya's fingers rubbing against his sensitive nubs.
"Fuck I want them in my mouth."
A harsh pull in one of his nipples and Dazai cries out. His cock twitching again, now fully hard against the sheets.
"I want to suck them so bad. Would you let me do it? Maybe after you take my knot."
Dazai whines lowly and nods eagerly, Chuuya's cock still slamming against him, filling his insides, Dazai's hands gripping tightly in the sheets.
“It's too much. It's too much!”
"Shhh, let's do it Osamu, one more. Give it to me."
A wet tongue laps against his scent glands and Dazai's mouth opens in a silent scream as he cums again.
Chuuya doesn't stop his pace into Dazai's body. In fact. It becomes more erratic.
"Chu- Ah! Ah! Wa-ait. Too much!!"
His body being rocked against the sheets as he comes again, his cock still flaccid between his legs, not having enough time to recover.
He comes dry.
"Oh- Oh! Alph-a! Alpha!"
He can't take it anymore, he has been fucked for so long at this point his body has gone completely limp, it's only Chuuya's own hands that keeps him from falling tiredly on top of the bed.
"Fuck, you are amazing." His hips keep fucking into Dazai.
"Alpha! Knot! Alpha! Chuuya!" He isn't aware of what he is saying anymore.
Chuuya clearly notices that "F- fuck. You are right Osamu. You deserve it."
"Yes! Yes! Please!..." The omega cries in a whisper.
"Fuck!"
Dazai's body jolts and his back arches, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
The base of Chuuya's dick swelling more and more with each of Chuuya's thrusts.
"You deserve a knot. You deserve to get your insides filled with cum."
Dazai's body shudders with each of Chuuya's thrusts, each time becoming harder to pull out.
He loses complete sense of his surroundings, his eyes unfocused, tears falling from his eyes in overstimulation.
Chuuya is no better, his mind completely lost, the only thought in his mind to fuck his cum into his willing mate.
At the same time Chuuya's knot gets stuck inside Dazai, familiar fangs sink into the crook of his neck, in his swollen glands.
Dazai's mouth opens in a silent scream again. His hands trying to grip on the sheets with the almost non-existent energy he possess, body shivering in stimulation.
And then it starts.
"God, Osamu I love you so much."
Dazai can't answer, he closes his eyes and whines, the first spurts of cum feeling his insides.
"You feel so amazing, it makes no sense."
Dazai feels it filling him more and more.
"How can you be so perfect?"
Filling every empty space within him.
"I love you so much."
Leaving him so full and satisfied.
His eyes close. The last thing he feels is his mate's arms wrapping around his middle, safely embracing him into falling in a peaceful sleep.