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It’s the smell that hits him first.
There aren’t very many omegas in the Defense Force to begin with, and as far as Narumi is aware there are none currently enlisted in the First Division. At least not at a rank where they would be wandering around in the officer quarters.
And certainly not reeking of heat stench.
Narumi drops his gameboy and crankily yanks open his door, prepared to give whoever it is a piece of his mind, and then comes to a complete and grinding halt.
It’s Hoshina.
He’s leaning heavily against the wall outside of Narumi’s door and looking just about as messy as one might expect from an omega in heat.
Here’s the sticking point though: Hoshina Soushirou is a beta. Absolutely, 100% a beta, confirmed by blood test like every cadet is when trying out for the Defense Force. And yet, this definitely-a-beta is definitely in heat, and filling the hallway with the reek of pine and cinnamon.
“What are you doing?” Narumi demands, snapping a hand over his nose before Hoshina’s heat smell can affect him too much and sweeping his gaze up and down the man in front of him.
His legs shake with the effort of remaining upright and Narumi can see sweat gathering beneath his arms and on his forehead, no doubt worsening the intensity of his scent. There’s a feverish pink flush in his cheeks and if Narumi were a betting man he’d say with confidence that Hoshina has probably already slicked through his uniform with how far along into his heat cycle he appears.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” Hoshina answers through gritted teeth, and Narumi raises a silent, judging eyebrow.
“Yeah. Obviously. You’re in heat, you idiot. What are you doing here?”
Hoshina stares at him and the annoyance in his blood red eyes is clear as day.
“I’m a beta. We don’t have heats. This… illness has to be some kind of side effect from trying to forge a bond with the weapon made from Kaiju number 10,” he snaps, sounding thoroughly displeased with the very suggestion that he could be an omega.
Narumi, now equally annoyed, drops his hand from his face and sniffs the air again, loud and obvious just to make a point.
The cloying stench of pine and cinnamon fills his lungs and he wrinkles his nose against it.
“No, you’re definitely in heat, Hoshina. Though you’re probably right about it being a side effect from trying to connect with the Kaiju weapon. But usually it would just result in a rut in an already Alpha designated individual, I’ve never heard of it triggering a heat response in someone that is, or was, supposedly a beta.”
Narumi hums thoughtfully, considering Hoshina.
“Then again, this is the first time anyone has sought to form a connection with a weapon made from a sentient Kaiju before. One that could change and alter its shape, and was created by a Kaiju that could transform into a human. If the Kaiju DNA saw you as a blank slate to be overwritten, well…” Narumi trails off, watching as horror and dismay dawn on Hoshina in turn.
It’s a fair reaction, in all honesty. Narumi would also be displeased to wake up one morning and find he was no longer an Alpha, so maybe he should try being slightly more sympathetic.
“Anyways, this sounds like a you problem. Go find the infirmary and have the doctors check you out or whatever,” he declares and turns to go back into his room.
Sympathy is overrated.
“Captain Narumi!” Hoshina’s pained voice interrupts him and when he turns back Hoshina is all but clinging to the wall for dear life, knees buckling and body trembling.
Dark patches now litter his uniform from where sweat has soaked through his clothing, and Narumi can smell the slick between his thighs without needing to look down and see for himself that he’s wet there too. He wouldn’t make it to the infirmary at this point. Even if he tried, there are plenty of Alphas with far less dignity and self control than Narumi that would be overcome beyond reason at the smell of an omega in heat.
Narumi may not entirely like Hoshina, but he’s not the kinda guy that would just let him wander off to get assaulted. And what if there’s another surprise attack? As much as Narumi hates to admit it, they need Hoshina back to his full strength as soon as possible, and if that means helping him with his heat then…
He sighs heavily, as if the weight of the world were placed upon his shoulders just then.
“Fine.”
He hauls Hoshina over his shoulder in one smooth move and carries him into his room, and that’s how Narumi knows he really must not feel well because not only does he not resist, he actually whimpers. He drops Hoshina on his bed like he was burned and gawks at him, seeing now the dark slick stain between his legs and smelling his urgency in the air.
“What are you doing?” Hoshina squawks indignantly, staring up at him in annoyance as Narumi slides on the bed and kneels over him.
Narumi blinks, feeling that it’s fairly obvious by now.
“Helping you with your heat? Is that not why you’re here?” Narumi snorts, peeling his ratty t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
At least he doesn’t have anything scheduled for the next couple days. Since this is Hoshina’s first heat it’ll probably last a while, if it follows a typical omega heat pattern. He pauses when Hoshina just continues to look at him and Narumi sighs inwardly, realizing he probably has no idea what’s happening.
“Didn’t you pay attention during health and anatomy class? You’re an omega. You’re having your first heat. I’m an Alpha. The best way to deal with an omega’s heat is…” he trails off, gesturing between them.
Hoshina balks, shoving at Narumi’s chest albeit with very little actual strength. Narumi takes the hint though and slides off him, sitting beside him instead with a curious expression on his face.
“Don’t be such a prude, Hoshina. It’s just sex. Or is it the sex with me part that’s the problem, cause I can go call for Captain Ashiro or someone else if you want? Or get a doctor,” Narumi grunts, running an awkward hand through his hair.
If panic had a picture in the dictionary it would be Hoshina’s face right now just at the mere mention of Ashiro’s name.
“No! You can’t call her, she can’t know! No one can know!” Hoshina demands, trying and failing to sit up. “Swear it, Narumi. You won’t tell anyone about this.”
Narumi gets it. He’s probably worried about the Kaiju weapon being taken from him, or being forced to step down from his Vice Captain position. Narumi isn’t sure he’d be demoted despite the lack of precedent for omegas making it to such high ranks, but there is the potential of Kaiju number 10 ending up in storage if the higher ups determine the risks are too great to continue the attempts at forging a bond with it.
“Okay, well… If we’re not telling anyone then these are your choices. One, you spend the next week here and sweat it out on your own, because unfortunately suppressants aren’t going to work for your first heat, or two. You let me help you. I can come up with an excuse for your absences either way, like I forced you to come with me and do some kind of training. I’ll get Hasegawa to back us up, so, it’s up to you,” Narumi informs him, watching curiously as Hoshina visibly runs through his options.
No doubt he’s trying to find some magical third option that doesn’t involve asking Narumi for help.
“It’s fine, Hoshina. Alphas and omegas help each other with heats and ruts all the time, it doesn’t have to mean anything. Betas too. You’re telling me you’ve never helped an Alpha friend out during their rut?” he points out mildly.
Even with suppressants, Alphas and omegas will still have heats and ruts two or three times a year, and it’s not uncommon for teammates to help each other out when the situation arises. They’re shorter and less uncomfortable when you have an assisting hand.
Hoshina looks slightly mollified by this reminder and this time when he forces himself to sit up he’s successful… somewhat. He’s shaking so hard with the effort Narumi swears it’s making his entire bed vibrate.
“I’ve never… with a male Alpha before. And I’ve never once– I’ve never been…” Hoshina grits out from between tightly clenched teeth and it takes Narumi a second to grasp what he’s trying to confess.
He slaps a hand over his mouth to stop the laugh bubbling up his throat but he’s too slow.
“Are you telling me you’ve never been fucked, Vice Captain?” he sniggers, not even bothering to dodge the punch Hoshina aims at him because he’s so weak right now it’s like getting struck by a kitten. “Well then, aren’t I a lucky one.”
He pushes Hoshina back down onto the bed and looms over him, sneering down at the red faced omega with undisguised delight.
“You’re a pig,” Hoshina hisses, but when Narumi presses his knee between his legs to brush against the wet patch he shudders with pleasure.
“Now, now, Hoshina… Is that any way to speak to a superior officer?” Narumi croons sweetly, pushing his knee a little higher until it’s resting right against Hoshina’s dick.
Hoshina’s breath catches in his throat and he can’t stop his hips from bucking up into that point of contact, much to Narumi’s delight.
“Captain Pig, would you just get on with it?”
Hoshina’s voice is a low, angry snarl, but the force is somewhat undercut by the ragged moan that follows it when Narumi grinds his knee into Hoshina’s aching erection. He rocks his leg against him, not letting up the pressure until Hoshina goes stiff as a board and the fresh scent of pine and cinnamon floods the space between them.
“Sorry… What was that, Vice Captain?” Narumi purrs, inhaling a deep lungful of Hoshina’s heat scent. “I didn’t quite catch you there.”
Hoshina’s eyes are narrowed to slits and he looks so vulnerable, sprawled across Narumi’s bed with his silly bangs plastered to his sweat soaked forehead. The pink flush in his face now extends down his neck and Narumi is seized with the sudden urge to see how far it goes on his body.
He pulls the zippers of Hoshina’s jacket and uniform shirt down in one swoop, annoyed when he comes to a third layer: a tight black t-shirt that clings to every single inch of Hoshina’s muscular frame.
And as hot as that is and as much as Narumi refuses to acknowledge how hot it is, it’s in the way right now.
So he drags Hoshina upright while he’s still pliant in the aftershocks of his first heat orgasm and rids him of all the offending layers before allowing him to sink back down against the mattress. The omega’s gaze is a little hazy now but still focused on Narumi’s face, as if he’s attempting to stare right through his soul.
He smirks and cocks his head to the side, offering Hoshina a cheeky wink that immediately makes him bare his teeth in a silent snarl.
Narumi sobers up quickly though when Hoshina shivers, full bodied and miserable. It’s hard to even enjoy the delicious sturdiness of his shoulders or the pert brown nipples that make his mouth water despite himself when Hoshina looks so uncomfortable.
“You’re okay with this right? If you just wanna jerk yourself off or whatever to get through this then you’re welcome to hide out in here. The scent dampeners will keep your smell from leaving the room and I’ll make sure no one tries to visit until it’s over. It’s up to you, Soushirou,” he murmurs, refusing to so much as blink when Hoshina’s eyes go wide at the use of his given name.
The shape of it feels weird in Narumi’s mouth but it’s not unpleasant. Just different.
Hoshina frowns faintly up at him as if the question itself makes no sense to him.
“If I wasn’t okay with this then you would know it, Gen.” The derisive way Hoshina spits his name is more familiar to Narumi and it goes a long way to reassuring him that he truly is giving his consent.
So he smirks and trails his fingers down the center of Hoshina’s chest before hooking them beneath his waistband and tugging sharply just to make the omega gasp.
“Good to know… So flattering that I’m the one that gets to deflower the infamous Hoshina,” he snickers, pulling Hoshina’s pants open and carefully peeling them down and off.
They’re soaked through with slick and Narumi makes an absentminded note to ask Hasegawa to acquire clean clothes for Hoshina at some point in the next few days before he leaves. While he’s in his heat though there’s really no point in wearing anything, except maybe one of Narumi’s shirts.
He licks his lips as a possessive thrill of excitement runs through him at the mental image of Hoshina in his bed wearing only Narumi’s clothing.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about, go fuck yourself,” Hoshina says pleasantly, rudely interrupting his fantasy about making Hoshina ride his cock while wearing Narumi’s uniform jacket.
“That’s not how we speak to our superior officers now is it?” Narumi sighs, sliding his palms up Hoshina’s thickly muscled legs before digging his fingers in and using the leverage to flip Hoshina onto his front.
His ass is soaked with fresh slick and Narumi makes a curious sound as he runs his fingers through it, wondering just how much the connection with Kaiju number 10 might have altered the chemistry and makeup of his body. Could he have developed internal reproductive organs, in addition to the scent glands and slick production glands he clearly now possesses? He’ll probably need to convince Hoshina to see a doctor at some point but that’s for Future Narumi to deal with. Present Narumi has an omega to knot.
“Your body should be more prepared for this than you are, but tell me if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable,” Narumi tells him seriously, shoving a pillow under his hips to keep them elevated without needing the trembling omega to do anything, before dipping his fingers into the cleft of his ass.
Hoshina’s hole clenches around nothing as he brushes his fingertips experimentally across it and a fresh glob of slick leaks out, dribbling onto his hand. He starts with one finger and eases it into Hoshina, pleased when he encounters no resistance to the intrusion. As expected, he truly has an omega’s body now, and the muscles are soft and relaxed from the heat hormones coursing through him.
A second finger slides in as easily as the first, and Narumi wonders if Hoshina has ever even played with himself like this before. He glances up at him and sees his face is twisted in a silent moan, scarlet eyes scrunched shut and cheeks positively glowing with fever. Narumi smirks and flutters his fingertips against Hoshina’s prostate without warning and is rewarded by a high, reedy cry of pleasure from the surprised omega.
He raises his hips into the stimulation, most likely unconsciously, and Narumi rewards him by repeating the motion.
Hoshina’s cock hangs heavy between his thighs, short but thick and looking like it’d fit rather perfectly in Narumi’s mouth. He’s grinding it into the pillow and Narumi watches with interest as Hoshina pleasures himself, absentmindedly adding a third finger and then curling the digits inside him so that his knuckles scrape against his sensitive prostate.
“Have you ever touched yourself like this before, Soushirou?” he asks in a low rumble, admiring the broad, sweat shiny length of Hoshina’s back and shoulders, spotted with freckles and moles that he wants to trace with his tongue.
Hoshina just barely manages a small shake of his head, hands curling around fistfuls of Narumi’s comforter as his movements become sloppy and desperate. He’s practically fucking the pillow now and Narumi’s hard in his sweats already just from watching prim, proper Hoshina get off like a desperate animal.
“Does it feel good? It must, for you to be humping my pillows and making such a mess,” Narumi coos, spreading his fingers apart inside him and licking his lips at the slick that dribbles out.
“Shut your mouth,” Hoshina snarls, but it’s high and breathy and shaking with pleasure, and the movement of his hips doesn’t slow by even a fraction.
He’s running purely off instinct now and Narumi supposes he should be slightly more understanding to Hoshina’s position. He remembers enough of his first rut to know how overwhelming it is, and with Hoshina’s entire body chemistry changing due to the influences of Kaiju number 10 who knows how worse it may be for him compared to a regular omega.
Still… It is, admittedly, quite fun to tease him. Especially when it makes that pretty red blush spread down his back.
“I can shut it for now, but once my knot goes down after this first round I’m going to use it to eat you out until you’re sloppy and begging me to fuck you,” Narumi warns softly, grinding his slippery knuckles into Hoshina’s prostate.
Hoshina’s next breath pitches into a reedy moan of pleasure and his hips stutter against the pillow, signaling that he just came a second time. Fresh slick soaks Narumi’s hand and he growls, canines aching to sink into the back of Hoshina’s neck and claim the omega for himself.
He can see his new mate gland pulsing just under the thin skin at his nape, and when Hoshina arches his back in pleasure it’s like he’s begging Narumi to do it. Instead, Narumi yanks his fingers out of him, shoves Hoshina over onto his back, and crushes their mouths together, forcing his tongue past surprise slackened lips.
Hoshina tastes like coffee and Narumi chases the flavor of it into every single corner of his mouth until all he can taste is himself. Surprisingly Hoshina allows him to do this, fingers curling around Narumi’s biceps to clutch at him as they kiss.
He’s still hard against Narumi’s stomach and Narumi can feel him unconsciously rutting against his abs, slippery with sweat and come and who knows what else.
Narumi draws back just enough to get a good look at him and finds the breath stolen from his lungs at Hoshina, glittering ruby eyes hazy with heat and mouth just a little puffy and red from the ferocity Narumi used to kiss him, staring right back at him with thinly veiled desperation. In a sudden instinctual reflex to take care of his omega, Narumi strokes his sweaty bangs back from his forehead and kisses his temple, crooning soothingly low in his throat. He blankets Hoshina’s trembling body with his weight and wraps his arm around him, attempting to calm his anxiety.
“Why won’t it stop?” Hoshina whines, and every word must feel like needles over his tongue for someone as proud as him. “It hurts, Gen. Make it stop.”
Narumi shushes him gently, wiping his slick soaked hand off on the bed before using it to guide Hoshina’s face into the hollow of his throat. The omega makes a miserable noise and rubs his cheek against Narumi’s scent glands, stimulating them into releasing Narumi’s own spicy cardamom and orange smell.
He relaxes by a fraction when he breathes it in and Narumi sighs inwardly with relief, gently stroking his fingers through Hoshina’s hair, so dark with sweat now that the lavender has turned almost inky black.
“It’s okay. Once I knot you it’ll get better for a while, I promise. I just need you to relax first and take a breath so I don’t hurt you,” he promises, feeling oddly… protective of Hoshina.
Hoshina would kill him if he ever said as much out loud though so he wisely, for once, keeps his mouth shut like he was told and waits for Hoshina’s shaking to ease. He nuzzles his nose against Hoshina’s temples and indulges in his sweet omega aroma instead, pleased that their scents are so compatible. His room smells like a bakery and he’s suddenly quite glad for the scent dampeners because without them anyone walking by would know exactly what Narumi is doing.
He carefully releases his grip on Hoshina and props himself up over him on his hands to give him a once over. He seems steadier now. A little less panicked, but a lot fuzzier around the edges. He’s probably a bit scent drunk and Narumi supposes that’s better than the misery and anxiety that preceded it.
He can teach Hoshina how to better scent him without overdoing it later though.
“How’re you feeling?” Narumi hums softly, sitting up between Hoshina’s legs to study him curiously.
He palms himself absently through his sweatpants, hissing faintly as the rough cotton stimulates his neglected erection. Hoshina makes a ragged little needy noise deep in his throat and spreads his legs, baring his slick soaked hole to Narumi.
“Please,” he begs in a low whine, and something about the open, vulnerable expression on his face tells Narumi he shouldn’t tease him this time. “Please, Gen.”
“I’ve got you, Soushirou,” Narumi murmurs, shucking his sweatpants off and scooching closer to Hoshina, kneeling between his thighs.
It would probably be easier to put Hoshina on his hands and knees, but something inside of Narumi stops him from rolling him over. He realizes with an uncomfortable twinge it’s because he wants to be able to see Hoshina’s face.
He wants to watch the omega fall apart on his knot for the first time.
Narumi nearly flips him over right then and there just to spite himself but then Hoshina’s legs are around his hips and he’s grabbing for him, desperately trying to pull Narumi where he wants him to be. He’s clearly out of patience and no longer entertaining Narumi’s teasing or procrastination. That sweet, vulnerable softness has vanished in the wake of the omega’s now near feral need to be knotted.
“Fuck me,” Hoshina orders with a snarl, pulling Narumi down on top of him with far more strength than he’s exhibited so far this afternoon. “Make it stop.”
Narumi chuckles and arches his neck so Hoshina can scent him again, wedging an arm between them to grip his cock and angle it the right way. It’s long and thick and probably more than Hoshina is expecting, but when he guides the fat head to press against Hoshina’s hole the omega practically keens in his ear, fingers digging into the muscle of Narumi’s back.
“Are you trying to give me orders, Vice Captain?” he snickers, and just as Hoshina is opening his mouth to shoot back a no doubt biting response Narumi snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Hoshina in one slick, wet glide.
Hoshina chokes on his words and tightens his grip so hard that Narumi can feel his ribs creaking with the pressure. There’s a fresh gush of slick and Narumi registers with dazed surprise that Hoshina came just from the feeling of Narumi’s cock splitting him open.
“Shit, that’s hot, Soushirou,” he hisses, gripping Hoshina’s hips so tightly he’s bound to leave bruises behind.
Part of him really hopes he does. He wants to cover Hoshina in marks so when he leaves here he remembers what they did together for days after.
He wants Hoshina to want to come back.
Narumi starts to fuck him while he’s still sensitive from orgasm, and Hoshina’s answering cry is music to his ears. The omega’s skin is near scalding against his own everywhere their bodies touch and Hoshina gasps weakly into his throat, clinging to Narumi for dear life as the Alpha ruins him from the inside out.
The wet, sticky sounds Hoshina’s body makes every time Narumi bottoms out are filthy to his ears and he relishes it, twisting his head until he can capture Hoshina’s lips in another blinding, harsh kiss. He swallows every cry and sob that escapes him, pillaging his mouth with his tongue to commit the taste of him to memory.
Hoshina clutches at him on instinct now and it makes it easy for Narumi to haul him up until he’s seated on his cock, supported only by Narumi’s hands curled under his ass. His legs wrap uselessly around Narumi’s waist and he’s clinging to his shoulders with every crumb of strength left in his shaking body, falling forward into his chest so he can nose weakly into his scent glands.
“Can you feel that?” Narumi growls into his ear, rocking his swelling knot against Hoshina’s hole. “I’m gonna knot you, omega… Is that what you want?”
Hoshina shudders and his ass clenches around Narumi’s cock, clearly very much liking the sound of that.
“Do it… Knot me, give me your knot,” Hoshina demands roughly, raking his nails in stinging lines across Narumi’s back for good measure.
Narumi digs his knees into the mattress and fucks up hard into Hoshina, pleased when this tears a shriek of pleasure from the omega. This position is a little more difficult and Hoshina’s thick, muscular body is heavy in his arms but Narumi manages just fine, gripping Hoshina’s ass to keep him spread open so he can grind his slick slippery knot against his hole.
Hoshina rubs himself off as best as he can on Narumi’s abdomen and he can tell by the way his breathing is growing weak and raspy that he’s close to coming again.
His swelling knot pops past the rim of Hoshina’s asshole with a wet slurp and Hoshina chokes, thighs tightening around Narumi’s hips while his body sucks his cock in deep. The tight heat of his ass is incredible and Narumi continues to rock up into him as best as he can, mouthing at Hoshina’s shoulder.
Narumi puts just enough distance between them that he can see Hoshina’s face and then smirks, licking at his slack, spit shiny lower lip. His expression is dazed with pleasure, cheeks flush and eyes so dark they look like pools of blood as he stares back at Narumi.
“Come for me, Soushirou,” he orders roughly, angling his hips and grinding up into Hoshina in a way that he knows will make his knot rub against Hoshina’s prostate.
And when he falls apart, Hoshina is gorgeous.
His mouth drops open in a soft, strangled sob as he comes, wet and sticky on their bellies. His eyebrows are scrunched together rather cutely and he trembles, quivering like a leaf in Narumi’s arms while wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.
Narumi’s own orgasm is practically an afterthought compared to the sight of Hoshina enjoying his first knotted orgasm in heat but the way Hoshina’s body spasms and clenches around him tips him over the edge. His teeth ache to claim him once more and he sinks them into Hoshina’s shoulder to quell their hunger, snarling possessively when the faint tang of iron hits his tongue.
There are hands in his hair but instead of pulling him away they just clutch at him, and the sound of Hoshina whimpering his name is like music to Narumi’s ears.
He tips forward and drops Hoshina back onto the bed, licking the blood from his lips while he rocks into the omega. He’s still coming in thick, heavy spurts inside of him and man Narumi hopes he doesn’t actually have the complete omega reproductive package because they might be in trouble if he does.
Hoshina for his part doesn’t seem bothered. He’s arching agreeably into the grind of Narumi’s hips, legs spread wide and hands splayed across his lower stomach as his omegan instincts greedily welcome the semen filling him up.
Something dark and possessive rears up inside of Narumi and for a split second he actually does hope Hoshina has a fully omega body. His inner Alpha is snarling with the urge to breed him and claim him and possess Hoshina, to mark his territory before everyone else finds out he’s an omega and tries to make a move.
If an Alpha like Mina Ashiro were to ask Hoshina to be her mate, would Hoshina say yes?
Narumi buries his face in Hoshina’s throat and nuzzles against his scent glands, pleased when he finds his own heavy cardamom smell clinging to Hoshina’s skin even here. Hoshina’s arms curl around his shoulders and Narumi croons sweetly, low and rumbling in his throat.
The primal sound makes the omega shiver and they just lie there for a few moments, silent and clinging to one another as they come down from their respective highs.
Hoshina is the first one to break the silence. He’s got his nose pressed to Narumi’s scent glands and when he speaks he sounds tired and a little dazed.
“What now?”
What now indeed.
“It’ll be about an hour for my knot to go down, you should try to get some rest. I’ll run to the store for food and some… other stuff to get us through the rest of your heat. You should rest as much as you can between waves so you aren’t hurting by the end of it,” he murmurs, adjusting himself slightly so he’s supporting some of his weight on his elbows and not completely crushing Hoshina.
Not that Hoshina can’t take it.
Hoshina hums faintly but his arms tighten by a fraction around Narumi’s shoulders, making the fresh scratches he’d dug there sting.
“If I admit I don’t want you to leave me alone will you be annoying about it?” he grumbles, sounding so cranky and put out when normally he would be utterly thrilled by the promise of a few Narumi free hours that it makes Narumi snicker.
“Only a little bit,” Narumi teases, grunting when Hoshina digs his nails warningly into sore flesh. “Okay, okay! I’ll stay!”
Hoshina eases up again and Narumi can practically taste his smug satisfaction. He sighs and tips his head to absently lick at the bite he’d left on Hoshina’s shoulder, pleased by the dark, angry bruise swelling beneath the ring of deep red teeth marks. It won’t leave a scar but it’ll take a while to heal, that’s for sure.
“I’ll need to call Hasegawa to pick some things up then. I can make him leave them at the door if you prefer but it’ll be easier to get his help with fabricating our cover story if he knows the truth. He’ll probably figure it out anyways once he hears about our whole… ‘training mission’, and it’ll be better to just tell him from the start so he can back us up,” he admits, feeling Hoshina tense up at the idea of someone else finding out about him.
“I trust Hasegawa with my life. As long as I can assure him this won’t cause any trouble for the Defense Corps then if I ask him to keep this between us then he will. I promise, your secret is as safe with him as it is with me.”
Narumi can smell Hoshina’s anxiety beneath the pine and cinnamon but the omega nods against his cheek anyways, ducking forward to burying his face in Narumi’s shoulder.
“He may torment you for your poor taste in heat partners though, so you’ll want to be prepared for that,” he adds lightly, patting the top of Hoshina’s head in mock sympathy.
Hoshina snorts derisively at that but he relaxes by a fraction so he supposes the insult to his own pride is worth it.
They fall silent again and Narumi allows himself to doze for a while, breathing in the sweet scent of cinnamon and Hoshina. He assumes Hoshina has already fallen asleep so he’s surprised when Hoshina turns his head and presses his face into the crook of Narumi’s neck.
“Hey, Gen…”
It’s still strange hearing his given name from Hoshina. There’s no one that even uses it to begin with but it’s especially unexpected that Hoshina would continue to use it both willingly and, dare he say, almost nicely?
“Mm? Need to switch positions?” Narumi hums absently, assuming Hoshina is feeling squished beneath his weight and not bothering to wait for an answer before he’s rolling over onto his back and pulling Hoshina over to sprawl on top of him.
Hoshina balks at the sudden movement and Narumi hisses faintly when he shifts and tugs at his sensitive knot, grabbing at Hoshina’s hips to keep him moving around any more. Now that the fog of lust and potent heat smell have faded a little he realizes that Hoshina’s waist is actually kind of trim… It fits neatly beneath his hands and especially compared to his broad, thickly muscled shoulders and biceps it’s almost tiny in his grasp.
He wants to lay Hoshina out later and get a proper look at him. Trace the muscles of his abdomen and chest with his tongue and leave deep hickeys on his sturdy thighs. See if his short, thick cock fits as perfectly in his mouth as he thinks it will.
Narumi imagines what the lewd, obscene stretch of Hoshina’s lips around his knot might look like and stifles a groan.
Hoshina sighs heavily like he can hear what Narumi is thinking, but he drops his head down to pillow his cheek on Narumi’s shoulder, so he can’t be that annoyed at least.
“Thanks,” he says finally, and that must have been what he was trying to tell him before Narumi just flipped them without warning.
“You gonna finally admit I’m the stronger one now?” Narumi snickers, draping an arm lazily across Hoshina’s back.
Hoshina huffs in his ear and pinches Narumi in the side, and Narumi can feel his smirk against his cheek when he jerks at the sudden pain.
“It would be unbecoming for me to tell lies, Captain.”
Narumi is going to have so much fun with him.