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Climbing up the stairs felt like entering a different world, not completely separate from the typical one simply distant and secluded. Like walking out deep into the woods, knowing that society was still out there but for the moment not having to take part in it. The hallways of the building were empty, the lights dim and flickering from landlord negligence. Only muffled noises coming from behind closed doors served to fill the otherwise silent scene.
Haru could appreciate the solitude now, especially after having been ogled all day. His heat had started earlier that morning as he was getting ready for work. The first day was always tolerable enough that he could go about mostly business as usual. That didn’t mean however that the fume of it still didn’t fill every room he stepped into. It lent itself to landing him looks, both judgmental side eyes and flirtatious once overs. Both which he brushed off, pretended not to notice. He didn’t care enough about the old social pressures for omegas to lock themselves away in heat lest they be cast as whores nor was he looking to have a quick fuck in an alley or the bathroom at work just to get it over with. He could survive most of the first day, but the rest of his cycle was a much different story. Even now making his way up another flight of stairs– since of course the elevator was being serviced at a time where they probably assumed most people wouldn’t need it–he felt heat continue to pool in his body. His boxers growing annoyingly slick with each step. He knew he should be used to it as of now as heat always left him leaking like a lube dispenser but it nevertheless still exasperated him.
Finally reaching Evan’s apartment on the fourth floor, tucked away at the very end of the typically quiet hall, he knocked loudly enough to get the man’s attention without bothering anyone else. While Evan usually appreciated how quiet his floor was, being composed of mostly older folk, it was frustrating the complaints he would often get whenever he had just about anyone over. Regardless of if it was one person or a whole group, the next day he ranted how there’d always be at least one of his floor-mates waiting to catch him and lodge a complaint about the noise. Luckily enough none of them seemed to push him too much on the issue, still recognizing him as the young tall alpha covered quite literally head to toe in tattoos. Even the grumpiest of his neighbors held back on really letting him have it for that fact alone. Waiting for Evan to come to the door, Haru sighed wistfully at the idea of being left alone so easily.
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Grunting as he rose from the couch, Evan had planned on having an early night. The past weekend he had been out all night, every night. So while he didn’t have anywhere in particular to be the next morning, he still planned on getting to bed early. If only to desperately catch up on some sleep. But with the floor loudly creaking under each step as he made his way towards the door, he had a feeling he’d have to play catch up some other night.
He didn’t know what to expect with Haru coming over. The only warning was a simple text giving him a heads up, not even asking if he could, simply declaring he was. However when he opened the door and was hit with the overwhelming scent of Haru–a warm combination of cedar-wood, musk and sage–his understanding of what was happening shifted. Pausing for a moment, he felt his words stick in his throat, to which Haru only smiled warmly.
“Hey, I’m not interrupting your night am I?” he asked, pushing past Evan to invite himself in. Clearly not caring if the answer were to be yes. With Evan holding himself back from inhaling his scent as he walked by with as much strength as he could muster.
“I was going to try to fix my sleep schedule,” Evan finally managed to spit out, closing the door to the hallway as Haru stripped off his jacket and shoes.
“Sorry to push bedtime back then,” he quoted insincerely with an amused grin. Pushing some of his long dark hair from his face, he turned to inspect the apartment despite little having changed since he was there last. Evan took the moment he was distracted to admire the black hair that hung down his back. The other rarely wore his hair completely down leaving most people to underestimate how long it truly was, even Evan himself.
Managing to divert his eyes just as Haru looked back, “Do you want anything to drink?” Glancing to the kitchen in a poor attempt to cover his tracks. He knew Haru was too clever to fall for it, and knew that he was well aware of the heavy gaze Evan had held on him. He was nice enough to play along for now.
“Still have the bar well stocked? Or do you still need to recoup from the weekend?”
“I can throw something together,” he answered honestly since he had gone through a lot of his supply pre-gaming the past couple days. Haru nodded before making himself comfortable on the couch, and Evan was grateful for even the slight space between them. His scent still filled the open floor apartment but the kitchen would provide some barrier. The more Evan sat in it the more he felt his face flush and blood drag dangerously downwards.
Looking at the bottles left on his counter and the mixers he had in his fridge, he decided that he didn’t have anything that would fit Haru’s preference for savoriness. “Vodka cranberries fine?”
“Yeah, whatever you want,” and so Evan poured, walking out with drinks in hand moments later. He took his seat as far to the opposite end of the couch as he could, even though it only afforded him a couple feet of distance. He could see from the glance Haru shot him that he clocked it. But decided to take a drink from his glass instead of drawing attention. “Still heavy handed as ever, trying to get me drunk?”
“If you get drunk off one drink then that’s your own problem,” and Haru laughed. Warm and almost scratchy, twisting something dangerous in Evan’s chest. Drinking in comfortable silence, Evan tried not to think of the sweet scent once again invading his senses. That made his head feel as if it was wrapped in cotton. As if the lone drink had given him a good buzz.
Before long Evan was up on his feet making them a second round and then even a third, finishing off the bottle as he did so. He wasn’t looking to get either of them drunk–nor did he think he could with only three drinks regardless of how heavy he had been–simply looking for any distraction possible. Anything to drag his mind from the intoxicating smell of his friend in heat.
Handing Haru his third and final drink, Evan could feel the hotness of his touch as their hands brushed. The other man simply looked to catch his eye, again not saying a word as he took a sip. Evan felt feverish, knowing however he wasn’t sick. He didn’t know what Haru was doing, or trying to do really, nor did he know how to feel. His instincts told him to pin him down and knot him right then and there. He knows what he’s doing coming over here like this. And similar thoughts invaded him despite how miserably he tried to push them out. He wants it, heats are painful without a mate.
Glancing at Haru, he realized he had been avoiding looking directly at him since he arrived. Haru met his gaze and cocked his head curiously. His dark eyes confirmed what Evan suspected, knowing and cunning. Strands of hair fell across his face and it took all he could manage not to brush them back if just for a chance to touch him. He was the most beautiful person Evan knew. Tanned and perfectly sculpted features, sharp and androgynous.
Truthfully Evan’s hesitance was not from a lack of wanting Haru. The opposite was true in fact. He yearned for him past the instincts arising in him now that the other was in heat. He felt he wasn’t deserving of the other, that he wouldn’t treat him right if given the opportunity. Thoughts of inadequacy ran through his mind before the biggest reason finally came to him. If this was really going to happen, he didn’t want it to just simply be because Haru was in heat and needed it to be over with. I don’t want to go back to how things were once this is over.
The warm touch of Haru’s hand to his cheek broke him from his thoughts. He flinched embarrassingly but the other still continued cupping his face gently. “I want you, not just your knot or whatever. I could’ve gotten that from any alpha I walked by today. I want you, Evan.” He explained softly, “Please, I need you.” He added desperately, shifting even nearer and Evan could nearly start drooling at how intoxicating he smelled so close.
From those words he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, forget any hangups he had minutes before. Leaning in his hands grasped Haru’s face and he greedily met the other’s full lips with his own. Without wasting any breath their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, teeth occasionally scraping together in their desperation to taste even more of the other. Evan could taste the alcohol and sweetness on his tongue and kissed even deeper to savor even more. Pressing him backwards Haru happily let himself be pushed against the couch, adjusting so that their bodies fit slotted against one another. One hand of Haru’s dragged up towards his scalp and the other down to his back, both digging nails into skin. He pulled him down even closer, every where their bodies connected bursting with heat. Moans and whimpers slipped from Haru’s mouth as they kissed and Evan felt his dick swell painfully. Everything felt so overwhelmingly good that he couldn’t think of anything else but having more.
Dragging his lips away, spit connecting them still, he kissed along his jaw, against his ear, down his neck. Anywhere his mouth touched he kissed and sucked and nipped. Pressing his nose into the crook of Haru’s neck he inhaled greedily and his dick throbbed in response. His mouth drooled against the skin of his collar bone as Evan pulled down on his shirt to expose more. He continued to huff his scent while mindlessly licking and nibbling at whatever his lips were closest to. Haru laughed under him, petting his hair, tracing his nails against his scalp. “Good boy,” he mumbled and Evan felt his hips jut. “Yeah, you’re a good boy,” and Evan couldn’t help but grind his hips forward as Haru praised him. Still inhaling his smell as he began humping against the other like a horny mutt, chasing any friction he could.
Finally Haru pulled him off him by his hair and Evan stared dumbly at him, eyes blown wide with lust. “You’re going cum in me, not you’re fucking pants,” Haru said shortly, but with an amused, near degrading, smile on his face. All he could do was nod before grasping for the other’s shirt to tear off. Haru again stopped him, pushing against him so they both sat up. Slipping out from under him to stand up, taking Evan’s hand before leading him to his own bedroom.
Shutting the door behind them, Evan watched hungrily as Haru stripped. Leaving himself only in his briefs as he laid back on his elbows, sitting on the very edge of the bed. Evan followed suit as quickly as he could before Haru motioned for him to take off his boxers as well, which he kicked across the floor. His dick fully erect and dribbling small droplets of precum, Haru tilted his head and smiled slowly and pleased. “C'mere,” he simply said and Evan walked over, before sliding down to his knees in front of him. “I’ve been dripping wet all day, you made me wait even longer,” Haru muttered and Evan stared at the stains of darkness from where his slick leaked through. He looked to Haru for approval and when he was given the soft nod of his head, Evan pressed his nose hungrily against his boxers. Inhaling the musk that had built up all day, he grasped the sides of his thighs to push even deeper. His nose tracing against every outline of Haru’s pussy through the fabric. Tongue barely contained from licking over the soaked fabric.
Before long Haru again pulled Evan off by his hair. Slowly sliding his briefs off, Evan licked his lips in anticipation, his dick drooling so heavily that drops began to puddle under him. “Look at how much I’m leaking because of you, what you did to me,” Haru mumbled, taking two fingers to spread himself open before pushing them in. His breath hitching as he pressed inside and then slowly pulled out, strings of slick still connecting his fingers to his hole. They were drenched and as Haru brought the digits to Evan's lips he greedily took them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Haru pressed his fingers as deep as they would go, until Evan gagged, before pulling them back out. Panting, Evan leaned his face against the other’s thigh, his dark brown eyes staring up helplessly to Haru. Begging for permission.
“Please, please Haru,” he whimpered, Haru’s hands softly petting through his short hair. Finally Haru hummed his approval and Evan planted a kiss to his inner thigh before moving upwards. Again inhaling his scent before beginning to tease at his entrance with his tongue. He pressed inside lazily flicking up and down as his nose pressed against his clit. Haru moaned, his thighs closing around the sides of Evan’s head, whimpering for him to go faster. Doing as he was told he continued licking even more rapidly, getting drunk off the taste of him. Switching to kissing and sucking on his clit directly, Haru bucked his hips up in encouragement before Evan’s hands grasped to hold him down. A mix of Evan’s drool and Haru’s wetness ran down his chin as he ate. Continuing to switch between sucking on his clit and tonguing the entrance of his hole, Haru’s moans only grew louder before Evan felt him pulse around his tongue, legs twitching wildly. He slowed, but did not stop, as he came, his own dick throbbing painfully wanting to follow suit.
Haru breathed heavily, praising Evan in every way he could as he only continued to eat him out, hoping to make him climax at least once more before they fucked. He pulled back only to wet his own fingers, before returning to kiss and lap at his clit. Slowly slipping in one, Haru gasped softly, clenching before Evan was able to relax him again and slip in a second one. Going slow at first making sure to hit every spot inside of him, moans continued to slip from Haru. Evan could only stare up at him as he worked, memorizing the flush of his shoulders and cheeks, the way his hair fell around his face, how his mouth hung open and his chest heaved up and down with effort.
“Faster,” he groaned and Evan hummed around his clit before doing as he was told. Again Haru’s thighs hugged his head tightly as his heels gently kicked against his back whenever one of his legs twitched extra hard. As Evan found the right spot to drag his fingers over, Haru groaned even louder, throwing his head back to expose more of his marked up neck. Tightening around his fingers Evan continued to rub right against his sweet spot, licking and sucking even more at his clit before Haru came again. Working him through his second orgasm, Evan replaced his fingers with his tongue for the final time to lap up his cum as it leaked from him and inhale the syrupy scent of it.
Dragging himself upwards he met Haru for a kiss, the other eager to taste himself on Evan’s tongue. His hands running through his hair, mumbling him praises. Haru pushed himself further up the bed so Evan could properly situate himself between his legs, hands caressing up his toned body. Touching everywhere his lips wouldn’t reach. Haru reciprocated as his hand traced down Evan’s naval, before wrapping around his painfully hard dick which had been neglected entirely until this point. Evan groaned louder than he meant to and Haru simply kissed at the side of his neck, under his jaw, telling him, “It’s okay.” Evan nodded lazily as his hand pumped slowly up and down. He knew Haru wasn’t going to let him cum like this, but the touch alone was enough. His hips buckled softly on their own into Haru’s hot palm, leaning over him as he mouthed at his shoulder, neck, wherever was within his reach.
After Evan’s dick was wet with his own precum, Haru pulled his hand away. Once again raising it to the other’s lips. Evan licked it clean of himself, then planted a soft kiss to the heel of his palm. “Ready?”
“Mhm,” Haru hummed, giving him a couple gentle kisses to his lips as his arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The intimacy of it made Evan flush even more than he already was. Gently kissing him back, he slowly pressed himself inside the other man. Both moaning at the overwhelming heat and tightness as Evan pushed deeper. Stopping against the base of his knot, he allowed Haru to adjust. Planting kisses along his jaw and cheek in support. “I’m good,” Haru muttered, grinding himself against his knot to get him to move.
Dragging his hips away he started off slow. Lazily bucking his hips as Haru’s nails scratched down his back, bound to leave nasty cuts in the morning. He didn’t care now, it only served to spur him on more. As Haru moaned for him to go faster he picked up the pace, before eventually he was slamming into the other. Fucking into him roughly he felt the other’s legs wrap around his hips, locking him in close. Evan again buried his nose to the side of his neck, huffing him in and licking away at the sweat that ran across his skin. Haru whined for the first time that night and Evan only took it as incentive to go harder.
“Fuck yes–like that, good boy,” Haru moaned as Evan rutted his hips even rougher, faster. “Such a good boy, my good boy.”
“Haru, Fuck I wanna knot you–” Evan grunted, feeling his knot bulge and throb as he came closer and closer to cumming. “Can you take it?”
“Yes, yes please,” Haru pleaded, clawing at Evan’s back as relentlessly as the pace of his hips.
“Fuck, I wanna cum inside you so bad, please,” Evan groaned as he pushed himself even deeper into the other, his knot pressing against his entrance. Haru moaned at the stretch, his head falling back weakly and tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
“Do it, god, cum inside,” Haru begged, before crying out as Evan’s knot finally pressed inside him. With drawn out moans he grinded against Evan in attempt to make him finish faster, “Cum inside, please, I wanna cum together, fuck, please Evan–I need it so bad.” He sobbed as Evan pushed his hips down and fucked into him.
“Fuck–Haru I’m coming,” he whimpered before finally shooting thick ropes of cum into him. The other cumming along with him, hole clenching tight around him, milking even more from him. Evan jutted his hips lazily a couple more times before content to leave his knot to shrink on its own. Gently Evan kissed along his face, licking away at the tears that had slipped down his cheeks.
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They laid together in comfortable silence, chests heaving, sweat slowly turning cold against their skin. Evan nosed at his face and neck like a needy dog, kissing and licking him for comfort. Haru couldn’t remember him ever being so touchy, so wanting, but he didn’t mind it. The usually reserved and snippy man was now putty between his hands, eager to please. Haru in his heat crazed brain was desperate to see just how eager.
With Evan’s knot still buried within him, he used what strength he could muster to maneuver Evan over. He went with a jolt before landing on his back with a grunt, staring up at Haru in bewilderment. Now Haru sat on top, straddling Evan beneath him, knot still slowly shrinking, keeping his cum buried deep within him.
“Can you go another round?” He asked, breath shaky but still with a soft smile on his face. And as if to spur the other on, grinding his hips down into him. Pressing him even deeper inside, leaving his clit to rub nicely against the crook of his naval. Evan groaned, head lulling back against the pillow.
“Yes,” he grunted out, his hips giving a couple soft thrusts upwards as if to reaffirm his answer. Haru hummed in appreciation, taking a hand to cup his face once again, dragging his thumb across his cheek bone. Feeling Evan melt into the touch, staring up at him with those dark dumbstruck eyes, his lips reddened and agape. He continued grinding down harshly against him, juices leaking around the base of his knot.
Before long however he was finally able to slip it out, dick once again hard. Leaking even more precum, mixed with Evan’s actual cum and Haru’s own as well. Dragging a finger up from the base all the way up to the head, letting the fluids pool on the tip of it, Haru gently brought the digit to Evan’s lips. Immediately he sucked it clean, just as he had done before, his teeth gently dragging against his skin without him even realizing.
“Good boy,” he mumbled again and watched as his dick twitched happily in response.
Too tired to ride, Haru slipped off of him and laid beside him flat on his stomach. His hair fell around his face and against his back, but he didn’t care enough to push it out of the way.
“Come on puppy,” he encouraged, testing to see how far he could push this. Evan’s face flushed deeply, his expression for a second contorting in recoil. He liked the name, but he didn’t want to. “Gonna make me ask twice?” He cooed teasingly. Evan shook his head, no, before he positioned himself on top.
Feeling his weight settle on top, his chest perfectly slotting against his back, Haru pulled one of the pillows forward to brace himself. He watched as Evan braced one of his hands against the headboard, and felt the other gripe his hip. Finally he felt the now familiar stretch of Evan pushing inside him, his weight thrown against his back and face buried against his neck. Haru buried his face into his pillow, inhaling the scent of Evan now suffocating him–cologne and musk and slight citrus.
Wasting no time, he began fucking him hard and fast right away. Holding him down so that when his hips snapped forward Haru was forced to take every inch. Reaching deep inside him, even without the knot, and tears already began to form at the corner of his eyes. This is exactly where he wanted to be.
The bed shook with effort as Evan thrust in and out of him without restraint. He could feel his groans right against his ear, low and resonating across his body. He was pinned between Evan and the mattress, hands reaching out to gripe onto the headboard for support as he bit down on a pillow to keep from shouting.
Both still sensitive from the last round, it didn’t take long before Evan was blubbering pleads in his ear to cum again. “I’m so close, please Haru–I wanna cum inside so bad,” he begged hoarsely, his rhythm beginning to falter in desperation. He wanted to make him wait a little longer, until he was just as close as Evan was. He wanted to cum at the same time again, to really enjoy the feeling of being filled. Craving it, he wanted Evan to really breed him, leave him just as dripping as when he arrived.
“Do it, cum inside,” Haru finally moaned as his knot popped inside. Stretching him out so painfully, pleasurably well. Suddenly sharp teeth dug into the back of his neck, deep and bound to leave a mark. He felt himself pulse and moan around Evan as he came with him, feeling him spill inside him. Evan’s hand, still positioned on the headboard, slipped down to take one of Haru’s, intertwining their fingers together as they came.
Neither of them pulled away as their orgasms subsided. Evan laid his full weight on top of him and he didn’t mind, enjoying the pressure. He felt the warmth of his tongue lick at the bite left on his neck, the warmth puffs of air of his breath.
For however long they laid there, Haru didn’t know. Evan was able to eventually pull out, about to disappear–most likely to find a towel or cloth of some kind–before Haru grabbed his hand. Giving it a gentle tug, the other understood the message and laid back down beside him. They could shower in the morning, for now Haru simply wanted to rest.
As Evan curled and tucked himself against his body, Haru placed a soft kiss to the top of his head. His arms wrapped around him as he fought to pull the covers around them both.
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Evan awoke the next more disoriented and confused despite being within his own bedroom this time. Overly warm and surrounded by a different scent, it took him a moment or so to remember what exactly had happened the night before. Maybe he had been a bit too heavy handed with the drinks after all. Once everything did come back to him however, he fully awoke with a start. Shooting up and rousing the man next to him in doing so. His heart pounded in his chest, waves of anxiety washing over him. He felt Haru stir beside him, before sitting up to lean against him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked gently, sleep still woven into his voice, hand coming up to cup the side of his face. Still in a muzzed state, any explanation escaped him. Thankfully Haru seemed in no rush, simply tracing his thumb along the small tattoo across his cheek bone. Without realizing how touch starved he really was, he leaned into the touch mindlessly. His mind still whirling for an answer to his question.
Silence dragged on, giving Haru time to awaken more as Evan tried to collect his racing thoughts. “Are we still going to be friends?” he finally asked, softly. He could feel himself wince internally at the vulnerability of it all. He hated himself immediately for even asking something so ridiculous. Haru sighed softly, “Forget it, that was stupid–” he interrupted, regretting the question even more at what he assumed to be the other’s exasperation. Trying to save himself some embarrassment.
“No it wasn’t,” Haru cut in before pausing once more. His hand falling from his cheek, instead landing to rest on his shoulder while he balanced his chin on Evan’s other one. Not looking at him, but instead past some far spot on the wall. He couldn’t tell what the other was thinking, his expression contemplative as if he were still in a dream. “Maybe it was a little,” he finally mumbled before laughing softly. Evan furrowed, taking slight offense to the agreement on his stupidity. Haru didn’t seem to notice the pinched experience, or didn’t care if he had. “Of course we’re still going to be friends,” he added on, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But Evan could help but believe that maybe it was after hearing Haru say it. “We can also be a bit more than that, yeah?” Haru pitched knowingly, finally turning his gaze onto him, watching gingerly for Evan’s reaction.
Carefully he tried to find his words. Yes was the obvious answer but it was harder to admit aloud and lacked detail. Detail that Evan felt he’d be leaving Haru on if he didn’t mention. Yes but I’m not good enough, was a more honest response but laced with insecurity and more vulnerability than Evan ever tended to express. He didn’t feel deserving of Haru, of that level of love and connection from anyone. Especially not the other. He didn’t know what could make him deserving but he knew that the way he had gone about his life so far wasn’t it.
“I don’t know if we’d be good together, well if I’d be good for you,” he finally stated, low and murmured. It felt both relieving to get off his chest and terrifying to put out into the world. He felt like this small needy thing Haru could so easily crush between his hands if he so desired. He knew the other wouldn’t. He thought maybe he should.
Haru’s gaze lingered on Evan for a long time. Obviously weighing his words with more care then Evan thought necessary. Call him stupid again, agree that he’s not good enough, anything to just put him out of this intimate misery. The fact that he still laid against him, hands around the muscle of his shoulder, chin perched atop him only worsened it all. He became so aware of every inch of them that was now touching he couldn’t stand it.
“I don’t think you get to decide that for me,” Haru casually stated, eyes still set on him. “I think this is worth a shot, yeah?” he cooed. Evan finally returned his gaze, looking for any sign of hesitance or regret. He found none, assuring as it was intimidating.
“How are you so sure?”
“I’m not. But being sure isn’t the point. Right now I want you, I’m willing to take risks for what I want,” He answered plainly, again as if it were so simple. “What do you want?”
Looking at him now, Evan could see clearly what he wanted. In the same way that being certain didn’t matter, he could for this moment believe that deserved-ness mattered just as little. He leaned in to press his forehead against Haru’s, before kissing the corner of his mouth. Haru smiled softly, before tilting to meet his lips.