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Sae is lying in his bed. His room is dark, and he can hear a group of loud students walk past his locked dorm door. The phone’s bright screen is the only source of light as Sae’s curtains are closed, just to make absolutely sure no one is going to witness what he’s about to watch.
Or do.
The omega checks the time impatiently. It’s Tuesday, the clock close to hitting 10pm. The stream is about to start any moment now, and Sae can’t help but fidget.
He’s alone in the privacy of his bedroom, and yet a small amount of shame pools in his gut when he feels his pussy throb in anticipation. A trail of slick is running down his naked legs, and no matter how much Sae is rubbing his thighs together, it only riles him up even further when he wonders what DemonicShootingStar will have in store for his audience today.
Maybe he’s going to fuck himself stupid on that pink fake knot again, or maybe he’ll tease his audience by slowly spreading his wet folds apart. Sae’s favorite streams are the ones where he’s just using his fingers. Whether he’s just sliding them up and down his slit or fingering himself so hard and fast, he ends up squirting all over the camera, it doesn’t matter. Sae will be able to come to it all.
He groans and bites into his pillow to contain his neediness. He can’t believe how desperate he becomes while watching a stranger pleasure himself, and perhaps that’s a problem, but the omega can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s about to see that neatly trimmed pussy again, and not when he can listen to those hypnotizing whimpers and mewls once more.
To think he’s watching porn videos nowadays would have been unimaginable three months ago. And to believe he’s waiting in his dark bedroom for a camboy stream to start with one hand already down between his glistening thighs would have been enough of a reason for Sae to strangle you.
A memory of last Tuesday’s stream crosses the omega’s mind. An hour full of cute grunts and moans as DemonicShootingStar rode one of his new, alien-like dildos. The way he was playing with his small tits sent Sae tipping over the edge at some point, and a pleasurable shiver runs down Sae’s spine when he replays it in his head. He remembers how hard he came, how his muscles spasmed, and how his pussy clenched around his drenched fingers tightly.
Sae’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he groans quietly.
This is all Aiku’s fault, Sae curses in his mind as he lets the hand between his legs brush over his mound experimentally. (Electric sparks erupt under his skin, making his gut tingle. He lets two of his fingers glide up and down through his folds and wants to whine at their wetness.) If that alpha hadn’t sent him that stupid app link after making fun of Sae at a party for never having watched porn before, then Sae would’ve never clicked on it out of pure curiosity. (And because he’s baited way too easily.)
If Aiku hadn’t texted I bet there’s something your stiff ass will like, then Sae would’ve never created an anonymous profile just to prove him wrong. He would’ve never started to scroll through the various and many, many, lewd videos, and would’ve never ended up finding an omega creator called DemonicShootingStar, who, undoubtedly, changed Sae’s life entirely the moment Sae clicked on one of his uploaded videos for the first time.
He can still recall it, too; can still remember the thoughts that raced through his head at that moment. It was a simple video, nothing extraordinary, and yet it stuck with Sae so much that he still goes back to watch it regularly.
The way DemonicShootingStar’s back arches in that video is almost sinful, and the way his small grunts speed up and grow higher and higher the closer the other omega gets to his orgasm makes desire start burning in Sae’s stomach every time. DemonicShootingStar knows exactly how to entice his viewers, knows exactly how to keep them hooked without ever going out of his way.
He knows how to angle his fingers to get his thighs to quiver, and how to spread his legs even wider for the camera, letting it focus on his squelching pussy right before he comes.
Sae swallows dryly when he sees the livestream pop up on his screen. Excitement rushes through the omega’s veins, and he wastes no time clicking on it.
The image DemonicShootingStar rummaging around on his bed pops up, and when Sae notices he’s the first viewer, a blush creeps on his face. Thank god he set his profile to private. It’s embarrassing enough as it is already.
The other omega doesn’t say anything, only holds up a V sign once he realizes more viewers are joining his stream. Which is another thing that Sae loves about this creator. Most of the people on this porn app are talking during their videos, trying to make an attempt at dirty talk, and Sae absolutely hates it. When he wants to get off, he wants to be looking at a glistening omega pussy without having to listen to cringey degradation that’s only targeted at alphas anyway.
DemonicShootingStar is different. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t utter anything besides his lewd moans and groans. All Sae has ever heard from this omega are his whines and grunts; and Sae feels his own pussy throb once again.
He sniffles and spreads his sticky folds apart. Only now, Sae realizes the maid dress his favorite creator is wearing, and as if DemonicShootingStar sensed Sae’s arousal, he forms a heart with his hands next and holds it up to the camera as well.
“Fuck,” Sae whispers to himself. Omegas are already beautiful enough, but seeing them in a maid dress, especially with the skirt of the dress flipped up so everyone could stare at their cunt in 4k, is making Sae’s stomach tingle even more.
The omega presses a finger against his clit, circling it slowly, as he watches DemonicShootingStar fall back on his bed, a glimpse of blurry blond hair flashing on the screen briefly, spreading his legs, and then beginning his warmup routine. The other omega spreads his folds, too, showing off his hole. Slick is gushing out of it, running down tanned thighs and onto the bedsheets.
Gods, what Sae would do to get a taste of it. What he’d do to be squeezed in between those juicy, plump thighs. It’s almost embarrassing.
A shuddered breath rattles his throat when he finally dips a finger inside his hot, aching pussy. He pushes it deeper, suppressing another mewl as DemonicShootingStar keeps gliding his two fingers through his wet folds before inserting them into his cunt as well.
The other omega is holding his folds apart with his other hand, then gasps slightly when he angles the fingers inside his pussy up, seemingly finding one of his favorite spots. DemonicShootingStar is a real tease, always starting to finger himself so slowly even though it’s obvious how much he wants it.
If Sae were in a room with him, the other omega would be crying on his fingers by now. He would fuck this pussy so rough and fast, would fill it with a fake knot, too, if it meant hearing more of DemonicShootingStar’s needy pleas and cries.
Though, looking at the black fabric of the maid dress, how it pools around the other omega’s hips, and then training his eyes back on those long fingers currently pumping in and out of his pussy, then, maybe, Sae would want to be the one receiving, too.
Everyone who knows him believes Sae is a dominant omega. And while that might be true regarding alphas— at that, he’s reminded of Bunny who always looked as if he were on cloud nine whenever Sae rode him into oblivion— it’s a different matter when it comes to omegas.
Sae loves when omegas are outgoing, behaving the complete opposite of him. He loves when they’re obnoxious, so full of themselves, loves when they know what they want. It makes Sae burn with the desire to be taken care of for once, too.
Just the thought of lying underneath an omega sends another shiver down Sae’s spine. He wants them to whisper in his ear how much they want him, how much they’re dying to feel his pussy from the inside. And looking at DemonicShootingStar on his phone screen again, he thinks he wouldn’t be opposed to those slender, long fingers to pump in and out of his own pussy, too.
The other omega’s thrusting has sped up by now, going faster and faster, and Sae knows from all those countless streams and videos he’s watched so far, that it won’t take long for DemonicShootingStar to come a first time.
An ecstatic whine sounds from his headphones, and Sae has to stop circling his clit for a moment, otherwise he’d have come, too. And that would just ruin the fun, he thinks giddily as he bites his lips, watching the other omega give his cunt a few light slaps before caressing his mound gently, spreading slick all over himself.
Sae feels a wave of his own gush out of him at the sight, and he twitches slightly when his hole clenches around his finger desperately. He considers it, then pushes a second finger in, and sighs, satisfied.
The omega hears DemonicShootingStar huff and then sees him propping himself up on his elbows. The other plays with the hem of his maid dress skirt for a brief moment, slowly, ever so slowly pulling it further up, and for a second, Sae has the hope of seeing DemonicShootingStar’s tits again. He doesn’t show them often, but that just makes seeing them ever so special for Sae.
No, instead, the other omega merely reveals his womb tattoo. Caressing it with his wet, glistening fingers, before reaching for something outside of the camera range. Sae’s torn between watching his leaking pussy and the flexing muscles of his stomach. The womb tattoo looks nice, slutty, and Sae even knows someone with a pretty similar one.
Not that he has ever bothered to inspect Ryusei’s naked body so thoroughly— even though he wouldn’t be opposed to it, Sae’s sex drunk brain makes him believe.
Why he’s thinking of his supposedly best friend now, Sae doesn’t know. What he does know, however, is that Ryusei would look so hot looming over him, pinning Sae to the mattress and fingering his loose cunt open. It’s not like Sae has never fantasized about it— sure, they’re both omegas, but Ryusei and he have shared his single bed often enough for Sae to know and remember their size difference.
Especially when he’s now three fingers deep in his cunt, speeding up his thrusts more and more the longer he watches DemonicShootingStar ride one of his tentacle dildos again. Ryusei would own monstrosities like these, too, and with a heart that is close to jumping out of his chest, Sae wonders if Ryusei would look just as ethereal while riding his toys and mewling like a needy bitch in heat. Or if, maybe, his friend would be more of a grunter instead?
Sae’s drooling on his pillow, his thoughts becoming hazy, and his vision starting to blur. DemonicShootingStar spreads his folds apart so his viewers can watch how the dildo disappears all the way inside of his desperate hole, and Sae wishes he could listen to the other omega’s moans forever.
His inner omega is growling, desperately clawing against Sae’s ribcage for release. It wants more. Wants Sae to push his small fingers even deeper into his cunt and wants Sae to start playing with his clit again. Electric sparks shoot through the omega’s system, and he feels as if he was floating. The static noise of having an omega panting directly in his ear makes the hair at the back of Sae’s neck stand up and lets the omega pump out heavy, fertile pheromones.
Sae should be glad the dorm rooms of his university are pheromone-proof. Otherwise, who knows how many horny alphas he’d have knocking on his door right now?
“Shit, shit,” the omega squeezes his eyes shut, only listening to DemonicShootingStar’s mewls and whimpers and concentrating on how his own fingers feel inside him. How they thrust into him, how they curl and push against his hot, spongy walls. Sae arches his back, imagining DemonicShootingStar doing the same at a particularly high-pitched moan.
The pace of his fingers speeds up, and the pressure of his thumb against his clit increases. He’s so close— Sae is so close to reaching his high, to tip over the edge. And then, suddenly, right when he brushes against one of his favorite spots inside his pussy and right when yet another pathetic whimper sounds, Sae imagines his fingers to be Ryusei’s.
“Sae-chan,” the voice of his best friend and secret crush whispers in his ear, a hot breath ghosting against Sae’s sweaty skin. “You’re doing so well,” he praises, and the omega’s eyes roll back in his head. “Wanna come for me, gorgeous?”
And Sae does. He comes all over himself, drenching not only his hands but the sheets and blanket. The omega heaves, almost failing to catch his breath after his orgasm. A single tear rolls down Sae’s deeply flushed cheeks, and Sae can’t help but whimper.
He doesn’t pull out his fingers, not yet. Not when DemonicShootingStar is still riding his dildo and still moaning into Sae’s ears like a whore.
Caught in his bliss and desire, in the urge to satisfy and pleasure his inner omega, Sae decides in his irrational state to speed up his thrusts again. He pulls his fingers out of his slick, wet pussy just a bit before slamming them back inside violently. He does it over and over again, at a pace so fast, Sae’s head is starting to spin.
He grunts and moans, whines at how quickly his fingers work him open. He’s never masturbated so desperately, has never fucked himself so hard and deep. His movements are precise and ruthless, his pace unforgiving.
“Ryusei,” Sae mewls into his pillow, his voice muffled by it. “Ryusei, fuck— fuck me deeper,” he pleads to the imaginary omega on top of him. The Ryusei in his mind snickers, and then Sae speeds up his pumps even more, hitting every possible spot inside his squelching pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The omega presses his thighs together tightly, trying to withstand the way his muscles quiver and tremble. His brain has long lost control over the hand between his thighs, but that won’t stop him from dropping his phone on the bed and bringing his other hand to his naked chest. Sae palms his small tits, gropes them, and tucks at his nipples.
“You have such cute tits,” he recalls Ryusei telling him once. “So small, the perfect size to be cupped.”
Sae screams silently as he finally comes a second time, squirting and therefore drenching the sheets even further. His eyes go crisscrossed for a moment, and when he finally gains a clear vision again, he notices his phone has turned off. DemonicShootingStar must have ended the stream a few minutes ago already. Sae didn’t even notice, too caught up in his own pleasure and lewd fantasies.
The imaginary Ryusei, whose long fingers spread his walls apart and fucked him through the overstimulation, is no longer there either. Now, it’s just Sae in the privacy of his dark bedroom once more.
He lets the hand that’s still holding one of his tits rest on his sweaty forehead. Shit, what is he even doing? What is wrong with him? To compare a random whore on the internet to Ryusei? Sae should feel ashamed, should feel guilty for even drawing the association in the first place.
But he doesn’t, can’t, in fact. Sae is only a mere omega, after all, no better than any other desperate guy out there.
Almost two weeks have passed. Last Tuesday, DemonicShootingStar was putting on a show by attaching a sucking toy on top of his clit as he fingered himself through not three but four orgasms, and in between the weekly streams, he posted one or two more videos on his account.
One video is him pressing a thin vibrator against his leaking pussy and stiff clit— Sae almost felt bad when he first watched it because there’s no way this thin thing could give the other omega any proper friction, but now, after rewatching it several times, Sae knows that it's all on purpose. Sometimes, he forgets how needy and whorish DemonicShootingStar actually is. To tease and edge himself with as little vibrations and friction as possible as his pussy desperately clenches around it.
Or another video where the other omega proceeds to show his audience how he gets off by simply rolling his clit between his fingers, pinching and tugging at it occasionally if he doesn’t circle it with his middle and index finger. (Sae tried it with him after playing the video for the third time— pinching his own clit after letting his fingers glide through his wet folds again. Rolling it between two fingers, and slapping his flat palm against it as some sort of punishment when he felt his orgasm roll in a bit too early.)
Sae sighs through his nose as he looks at the seminar homework in front of him with furrowed eyebrows. This time, his professor has gone out of his way to be extra annoying with these stupid tasks. The omega huffs and heartlessly scribbles down a few answers. Today is Tuesday, so he has at least something to look forward to. Once he’s done studying, he will lock himself into his dorm again and drown in the sweet-dripping sounds of his favorite streamer. He’ll forget his worries for at least an hour and will drown out the stress of these past few days.
“I bet you look like your worksheet personally offended you,” Ryusei says from behind him, then snickers when Sae looks over his shoulder to glare at him.
The other omega insisted on studying with Sae today again— why does Ryusei always look so disappointed when Sae begins to study? As if he was hoping for something else to happen— and threw himself on Sae’s bed once the omega sat down at his desk, eager to finish his workload as fast as possible.
“And I bet you have gotten nothing done yet,” Sae returns and gets up from his chair. He walks over to his friend. Ryusei is lying on his bed leisurely, head propped up as he shoots Sae a smirk.
Without asking, Sae takes his notes, then looks at the empty sheets of paper in front of him. “You want to fail, don’t you?” Sae asks, unimpressed, and Ryusei whines. (A shiver runs down the omega’s spine— it’s almost scary how similar they sound to DemonicShootingStar’s ones.)
“No.” Ryusei rolls his eyes and sits up. “You know, when I ask you to study with me, I don’t actually mean it.”
Sae raises an eyebrow, almost amused. “Shocker.” Ryusei giggles, and Sae hates how the sound of the other omega’s laugh makes his heart flutter. His pulse spikes, and for a short moment, Sae’s eyes drop down to Ryusei’s lips.
They’ve already made out once at a party. They were both drunk but not any less aware of the tension between them. Sae remembers how their hot bodies were moving against one another to the beat of the music, their clothed crotches rubbing— Sae coughs. They’ve never spoken of this after it happened, so Sae shouldn’t be thinking about it now either.
“If you don’t want to do anything useful, go be annoying somewhere else,” Sae tells Ryusei, and his friend pouts.
“You want to kick me out? That’s so mean, Sae-chan,” Ryusei retorts. “It’s late already…” he trails off. “Dark and cold outside, it’s probably pouring, too. You saw those rain clouds earlier,” the other omega reasons, and Sae already knows where this is going. He wonders how pathetic and how bad of a friend it would make him if he chased Ryusei off only to be able to watch a porn live stream. “Lemme stay the night?” Ryusei asks and flutters his eyelashes.
His stupidly, ridiculously long eyelashes.
“Unbelievable,” Sae scoffs. A beat of silence passes. “Fine,” he then grumbles, making Ryusei cheer. “Before you get lost or kidnapped, and I end up having to pass to Kira instead.”
At that, Ryusei snickers. “If you say it like that, it almost sounds like you want me to stay over, Sae-chan.”
It was a lost fight from the start— as if Sae could ever say no to that annoyingly attractive face of his equally annoying crush. Ryusei could beat up an alpha again, break that fucker’s nose like last time, and Sae will still look at his omega friend with hearts in his eyes.
He blinks hard; once, twice. Too bad he has to take this secret to his grave.
Before Sae can come up with something to snark back, Ryusei springs up abruptly. “Can I borrow your shower?” he asks. Their faces are so close, their noses almost touching. From this distance, Sae can smell that sweet scent of strawberry and chocolate. Delicious. “And perhaps that expensive shampoo of yours?” Ryusei leans in even closer and sniffs. “You always smell so good. You wearing scent enhancers by any chance today?”
Sae flushes and pushes him away. “Back off and shower already, horny demon,” the omega tells him without any real bite to it. (Ryusei might be something close to a demonic shooting star, too. Hellish but so, so beautiful.)
He watches Ryusei disappear inside his bathroom and then flops down on his bed with a sigh. The other at least had the decency to pack away his stuff before taking a shower.
With nothing else to do, and merely out of genuine curiosity, Sae eyes the porn app on his phone like a forbidden fruit. (Yes, he has a problem. But as long as it keeps his thoughts away from the fact that he’s too scared to confess to his best friend, then he’s fine with it.) After a minute, he decides to open it. Just to have a brief look at what DemonicShootingStar is up to today.
Nothing more.
But when he clicks on his profile, there’s no livestream to be seen. No pre-recorded video either. Hm. Sae eyes the time again, maybe he read it wrong— nope, this is exactly the time the omega creator usually streams. Then, he switches to the community tab and finally sees the reason for the guy’s absence.
“No stream today. I’m busy. Will reschedule it to tomorrow, same time.” the latest post from three hours ago reads.
And really, this shouldn’t be weird. Of course, DemonicShootingStar is a real person with an actual life outside of prodcasting how he fucks himself stupid, but nonetheless, Sae can’t help but have this feeling. This feeling that there’s more to it.
Now that he thinks about it, every time Ryusei has come over on a Tuesday, the streams have either been delayed or canceled entirely like today. This is just a stupid coincidence, Sae thinks. A coincidence that he noticed a few weeks ago already but never bothered to think anything of it.
Sae’s mind is just trying to look for excuses to compare DemonicShootingStar to Ryusei again. The omega groans and swallows dryly. He doesn’t even know why he’s so eager to draw parallels between a stranger and Ryusei. Perhaps it’s just his sex-deprived mind— he hasn’t gotten laid in over two years, after all— or maybe it’s just too hot of a thought to resist.
Imagining Ryusei with that neatly trimmed pussy playing with himself in front of a camera just sets something ablaze in Sae’s stomach. Imagining Ryusei making these kinds of noises, those needy mewls and whines, because of Sae on top of him is something that lets arousal pool in his gut directly.
Fuck, he should stop thinking about it.
The omega can assume all he wants, there’s no way he could ever prove it. Even though their bodies have a similar build, even though their groans and moans sound similar, and most specifically, even though they have the same kind of womb tattoo.
However, it all could as well mean nothing, too.
That is, until Ryusei’s phone lights up. Usually, Sae wouldn’t spare it a single glance— he’s someone to value his own and others’ privacy, after all— but this time, something catches him by surprise. The logo of the same porn app he uses flashes on the screen briefly, and everything in Sae comes to a screeching halt.
His breath is caught in his throat, and his heart skips a beat at the sight. At first, Sae thinks he’s completely lost it for real this time and his eyes are only deceiving him. But when the omega taps on Ryusei’s phone to make sure he just saw it wrong, the app logo stands out like a thorn.
He swallows down the lump in his throat. Maybe he just uses the app like me, Sae wonders, but even this innocent assumption is shattered within seconds. Because in the notification, Sae spots a username he’s come across in DemonicShootingStar’s livestream chat and comment section rather often.
And then, suddenly, he remembers something Ryusei told him one time. “I want to try being a content creator,” he said, and Sae recalls merely shrugging at it. Never would he have had the idea to ask what kind of content creator Ryusei was planning to be. Has he ever gone through with it? Sae has never asked, but his friend hasn’t said anything regarding that either.
Sae shakes his head and shudders out a breath. He’s overthinking this, yeah, that must be it. There’s no way Ryusei is uploading videos of himself masturbating to the internet, and there’s no way Sae has been one of his viewers who masturbated alongside him.
There’s no way Ryusei would manage to stay quiet for as long as an hour. The other omega loves riling up people, and Sae has never seen Ryusei not tease an alpha when they’re out together. That’s just the kind of person Ryusei is, so to believe—
“Sae-chan,” Speaking of the devil. Sae flinches ever so slightly. “Can I borrow one of your hoodies?” Ryusei steps out of the bathroom, hair still slightly wet, his tan skin glistening. His shorts sit so low, Sae can see parts of his womb tattoo, and for a moment, he debates strutting over to his friend and pulling his pants down to have a proper look at it.
To prove to himself that they’re not the same person, after all.
“Hellooo, earth to Sae-chan,” Ryusei says again, and Sae blinks himself back to reality.
He’s just about to open his mouth to answer with Sure like he always does, when his brain suddenly has a change of plans. “You mentioned you wanted to be a content creator once,” Sae tells Ryusei, and the other blinks back, stupidly. “What kind of creator are we talking about, Ryusei?”
An unknown silence hangs over them. Neither of them moves either until Ryusei cracks a grin. “Why you asking?” he wonders and steps closer. “Were you sniffing around where you weren’t supposed to, Sae-chan?” Ryusei asks. His eyelashes are fluttering innocently, but his eyes are glinting with something dangerous.
Something Sae wants to grasp. Something he wants to push and see where it gets him.
“I saw a notification of a porn app on your phone,” Sae challenges, crossing his arms. “Ryusei, why are you selling your body to strangers on the internet?”
“For the same reason you’re watching me,” Ryusei suddenly says, making Sae freeze in his tracks. “It’s hot.” And before Sae can defend himself, before he can even come up with something remotely close to a lie, he’s being pushed backwards onto his bed.
“Oh, Sae-chan, you’re so adorable,” Ryusei purrs. “To think I wouldn’t find out. And you call me a perv.” He snickers, and at that moment, Sae sees something burn in the other omega’s eyes. The same kind of want as the one back at the club before they started making out. Sae opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “You can’t keep secrets from me. Especially when your bed practically reeks of your arousal,” Ryusei tells him, and immediately, Sae feels his inner omega perk up. “And I really thought you’d snap one day and tell me how much you want me. Turns out I have to do everything myself.”
Before Sae can register the words, there’s already a pair of lips crashing against his own. Ryusei kisses him passionately, deeply. He kisses Sae as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and licks into his mouth as if he was the best thing Ryusei’s ever tasted.
Sae groans and arches his back off the mattress. The shock he’s supposed to feel never comes, and so, he melts against the omega like warm butter instead. He lets Ryusei hold him however he likes, lets him set the pace of their make-out session. He lets him lick as desperately into his mouth as he desires, and Sae lets himself be devoured whole.
Ryusei’s hands start roaming over his body at some point, and the omega whines when Ryusei squeezes his small tits. “Shit,” the other gasps and doesn’t waste a single moment to kiss Sae even deeper. “Sae-chan, Sae-chan, you drive me crazy,” Ryusei pants between kisses, almost pleadingly. “Do you know what it's like?” Sae barely registers the words, his mind already starting to become heavy from the rising pleasure. “To fuck yourself in front of a camera and wondering if your crush is watching again?”
Sae mewls, and Ryusei bites his lip before licking it soothingly. “Sae-chan,” he whispers lowly against the omega’s ear, making him swallow down a moan. “Tell me how much you want me.” Ryusei nudges his head against Sae’s chin. “Tell me how much you need me.”
“Fuck—ahh,” Sae breathes out, arching his back off the mattress even more. Ryusei uses this chance to snake his arms around his abdomen, caressing Sae’s sides teasingly. “Ryu—” the omega swallows, “Ryusei.”
“Yeah?” His friend kisses him again, and any rationality that persisted up until this point went flying out the window. “Come on, come on,” Ryusei urges him, biting his cheek. “I want you, too, but—ahh—” The omega grinds down on Sae’s crotch. “Sae-chan, I need you to say it back. Please.”
Sae has never been the one to be able to resist Ryusei. He wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him closer, and smashing their lips together once more. They both groan into the kiss, their tongues wrapping around one another.
“Please, please,” Sae pleads, his desire so immense, it almost becomes unbearable. “I— I need you, Ryusei. So fucking badly,” the omega whines, already tugging at Ryusei’s shorts.
They shed off their clothes and resume what they were doing. Their naked chests are pressed against each other, their small tits right on top of one another. Sae feels as if his skin was on fire and whines into the kiss when he feels a trail of slick run down his inner thigh. His pussy is aching, clenching around nothing when one of Ryusei’s hands trails down his body, right between his legs.
“You have no idea,” the other omega pants, “how many times I thought of doing this during one of my streams.” Ryusei brushes over Sae’s mound, caressing his lips gently before letting two fingers glide up and down between Sae’s wet folds. “I thought about fingering you instead of my own pussy,” Ryusei goes on, making Sae mewl once he starts teasing his entrance.
“Shut— Shut up—” Sae gasps, yet starts moving his hips to meet Ryusei’s light touch. “I like it more when—ahhh—when you talk less.” He bites Ryusei, burrowing his nose deep in the crook of his neck. He inhales the other omega’s sweet scent deeply, letting it infiltrate his system and turn his brain into a pile of goo. “You smell so good,” Sae whispers against Ryusei’s hot, flushed skin. He sniffles. “I need you so badly.”
“Shit, gorgeous,” Ryusei breathes out, finally pushing a finger inside Sae’s waiting cunt. “You can’t— haaa— you can’t just say stuff like that so suddenly,” the other tells him before pecking his lips again.
Sae closes his eyes. He lets the feeling of Ryusei’s long finger pumping in and out of his wet pussy consume him. The omega keeps arching his back, keeps whining needily. He wants Ryusei to finger him as roughly as he usually fingers himself during his streams. Sae needs to be screaming on his digits, wants to come crying on them like the pathetic whore he secretly is.
He feels himself slowly losing it. Everything inside his head is swimming, no thoughts ever rational or straight, and his vision is starting to blur even further because of his unshed tears that already sit at the corners of his eyes. Sae was waiting so long for this to happen— he fantasized about Ryusei looming over him, to straddle his lap and fuck his pussy as if there was no tomorrow, and he dreamed about kissing him. To wrap his arms around his neck and pull him close impossibly.
“You drive me insane,” Ryusei pants in his ear, and Sae mewls when the other omega suddenly pushes in a second finger. “You feel so good, you smell so divine,” Ryusei goes on, perhaps already losing his ability to think properly as well. “You’re so beautiful—hng. So beautiful—ahh, shit, you like that?” He giggles when Sae squeezes around him, yet tries to spread his legs even wider to give Ryusei more access. “Do you like being praised, my darling omega?”
“No—” Sae whines, throwing his head back. He’s shaking his head, and the muscles in his stomach quiver. Ryusei pries in a third finger, and then, Sae completely loses it, after all. “Ahh—yes, yes,” he blabbers, pants when he feels his folds being spread apart and a thumb brushing over his perky clit. “I—” the voice dies in his throat, but Ryusei seems to understand him regardless.
“Don’t worry, Sae-chan,” he tells him and repositions himself on top of Sae slightly. Ryusei’s hungry eyes roam over Sae’s naked body, eyeing his small tits and stiff nipples especially long. Sae squirms underneath his gaze. “I will take care of you, and then—” Ryusei audibly gasps, “and then you will take care of me, yeah?”
The other omega curls his fingers up, and Sae screams. He nods even though he didn’t understand what Ryusei was saying. He’s too busy feeling his walls being spread and his cunt fingered open. He’s too caught up in Ryusei’s thrusts that ever so slowly start to get faster and faster, there’s no way Sae would be able to listen to what the other has to say.
“Don’t— don’t stop—” Sae pleads when Ryusei’s rhythm breaks for a moment. “Keep—ahhh—keep going.” The omega’s toes curl, and his hands start fisting the bedsheets. “Fuck— fuck,” he pants, almost helplessly. “Why are you—” Sae gasps, moans when Ryusei applies more pressure on his clit, too. The other starts circling it alongside his precise thrusts, his slender fingers hitting places inside Sae that he didn’t even think were possible. “Why are you so good at—hnng—this?”
“You know why,” Ryusei smirks down at him, and when Sae sees the small canines of the other omega, he almost tips over the edge already. By now, Ryusei is thrusting his fingers inside as fast as possible— the squelching is obscene, and the way slick squirts out of Sae’s pussy should embarrass him.
But he feels so good, so incredibly good, he pushes his chest out more for Ryusei to take.
And his friend doesn’t need to be told twice. The other omega leans down and wraps his mouth around one of Sae’s nipples, the other tit being cupped by his free hand. He sucks on it, tugs at it with his teeth after biting down gently. His other hand is squeezing his chest, groping it how Sae watched him touch his own tits during a few videos.
“Ryusei— I’m—” the omega whines, his thighs starting to shake. He can’t control his limbs anymore, can’t control what sounds are coming out of his mouth. He doesn’t register his own mewls, his high-pitched moans that almost make Ryusei come untouched. All he hears is the blood rushing through his veins and the way his friend—his omega?— pants into his ear like a horny dog. “I’m—”
“Fuck, fuck, Sae-chan, please,” Ryusei begs, grinding down his leaking pussy on Sae’s leg, spreading slick all over it. “I need you, too. I need— I need you—ahhh!”
Sae moves as if on instinct, his inner omega has long taken the upper hand. He lets his hands wander down Ryusei’s arched back, traces them down his spine until they reach the small of his back. Sae wants to growl, wants to whine out with want. He brings his flat palms to Ryusei’s ass and squeezes the tender meat.
They both groan, and Sae’s breath hitches when Ryusei’s mouth wraps around his other nipple this time. The other never stops humping his leg, never stops trying to chase after his own pleasure as he fingers Sae’s pussy with set-on dedication.
Sae is close, so incredibly close. He wants to keep inhaling Ryusei’s addictive scent, wants to smell it until he dies from overstimulation. “Ryu, Ryu,” Sae whines, kneading Ryusei’s nice ass. “Close,” he rambles, out of breath. “I’m so close!”
Before Ryusei can answer, Sae moves his hands down to Ryusei’s pussy, too. It’s wet and smooth under his touch, burning hot when Sae finally pushes two fingers inside all at once. He wants to call Ryusei loose, wants to call him a slut for not needing proper prep anymore.
But the way Ryusei’s heat swallows his digits, the way he clenches down on him, and the way he whines against his chest, one tit still in his mouth, makes Sae want to believe he’s dreaming. This is what he imagined it would feel like— to have Ryusei crying on his fingers as he begs Sae to go faster, and to have Ryusei’s long fingers fuck his own pussy until he squirts, slapping it playfully before diving back in to make him come a second time.
“Wait— wait, I—ah!” Ryusei suddenly stops his thrusts, stops circling Sae’s sensitive clit, too, and the omega wants to cry at the loss of pleasure. “No, I—” Ryusei struggles to find the right words. Sae looks at him through teary eyes, his chest heaving and mind hazy. He sees how flushed the omega on top of him is, feels how a wave of slick gushes down Sae’s fingers which are still nestled deep inside Ryusei’s cunt. “I want to come together. Let’s— there’s—haaa—there’s something I’ve always wanted to try with you.”
Gently, Ryusei pulls Sae’s fingers out of his pussy. He groans and shivers, and Sae is just about to get angry from a ruined orgasm when Ryusei suddenly kisses him again, licking into his mouth as if it were a silent apology.
The other takes Sae by the hand and together they sit up. Sae’s eyes drop down to Ryusei’s chest, so small and beautiful, and then to his glistening pussy. Sae’s mouth begins to water. “Sae-chan,” Ryusei cups his cheeks, forcing the omega to look up and meet the other’s eyes again. His blush deepens, even in his hazy state. “Let me feel you.”
Sae doesn’t get the chance to ask what he means by that. Immediately, Ryusei pulls him close, kisses him again with so much love and desire, Sae’s head begins to spin. He’s brought onto Ryusei’s lap, their pussies hovering so close to each other, Sae can feel the heat radiating off the other omega.
He’s never done this before— he’s never had sex with an omega. Sae has dreamed of it, has imagined it so many times, but nothing compares to actually experiencing it. It’s not less horny, not any less desperate than sex with an alpha, but there’s just something…more vulnerable and softer to it.
Ryusei angles his hips up and guides Sae’s further down at the same time. When their wet pussies meet, Sae believes he’s officially in heaven. He always liked how knots filled him up, how they made him choke on his own sobs. But this— feeling Ryusei’s pussy, the same he’s watched late at night countless times already, right against his own doesn’t compare to anything else in this world.
Their clits first brush against each other fleetly, then keep rubbing against one another steadily. Their slick is mixing, staining Sae’s bedsheets even further. Sae and Ryusei swallow each other’s moans, drink up every mewl and whimper that forms in their throats.
“Feels—” Sae breathes out, grinding his pussy down with more force, desperately trying to be as close to Ryusei as possible. “—Incredible,” Sae finishes. He didn’t think scissoring could feel so good, didn’t think scissoring could get him nearing another orgasm so easily. He always believed omega sex would only result in them fucking each other either with their fingers or with toys; but this is so much better. So much more intimate.
“Yeah,” Ryusei pants, leaning up to lick into Sae’s mouth. “You’re amazing,” Ryusei praises, and Sae’s heart skips a beat again. “Do you think we will both end up pregnant after this?” Ryusei asks, and Sae’s inner omega purrs at the thought. “You smell so— fertile,” his friend— though is he really only his friend anymore?— tells Sae, and Sae’s eyes roll back into his head.
He can’t help but let his hands roam over Ryusei’s body. He squeezes his tits, watches them jiggle, before he trails them down to the other omega’s womb. He lets a hand rest right over Ryusei’s tattoo. He’s not into breeding as much as Ryusei is, but right now, when their wet pussies are rubbing against each other and their sweet scents are mixing in the air around them, Sae can’t help but whine at the thought.
He would love to be filled, would love to be choking on a (fake) knot right now, but as he grinds down on Ryusei once more, a breathy moan escaping past his lips, he decides not to care about that and only focus on the way Ryusei makes him feel.
“Let’s come together, Sae-chan,” Ryusei begs again, arching his back when Sae lets two fingers slide down to where their cunts are meeting, playing with Ryusei’s folds softly. “Please—”
Sae tackles him down on the bed, bringing Ryusei’s hand to his pulsating hole as he pushes two of his own digits back into the other’s cunt. “Then fuck me like you mean it,” Sae pants and slams their lips together again.
Ryusei groans against his lips but obliges. Their movements grow more and more frantic, desperate to chase their release. Both of their moans become higher and higher, their mewls more and more needy. Sae feels the tears of pleasure run down his face, and a trail of drool runs down Ryusei’s chin.
“Fuck—fuck—” Ryusei whines and grins like a maniac. Sae would roll his eyes if he wasn’t begging Ryusei to fuck him faster, deeper, harder.
“Slap me,” Sae asks the other, who, at first, doesn’t register the words. “Ryusei,” Sae pleads with a heavy flush and needy whine following. “Slap my cunt, come on, come one, I’m so close—”
“Shiiiiit…” Ryusei curses but does as he’s told. He pulls out his fingers and gives Sae’s leaking pussy a few slaps. In return, Sae’s thrusts only speed up more and more until finally, they both tip over the edge with a sob.
They drench each other in slick and cum, and Sae goes limp on top of Ryusei the moment he’s done ruining his already ruined bedsheets.
Their chests are heaving, and only slowly does Sae regain clarity in his head. “That was…” he attempts but fails miserably when the words get stuck in his throat
”The best fuck I’ve ever had,” Ryusei finishes for him. He throws a pair of sweaty arms around Sae’s flushed body, keeping the omega close. (As if Sae had the energy to do anything but lie here.) “I feel like a new person.”
“How come you only start becoming annoying when there’s nothing inside you?” Sae asks, and Ryusei giggles at that. “Seriously…” A beat of silence passes before Sae speaks up again. “How did you know I was watching your streams?” he asks.
Ryusei hums, tightening the arms around Sae. Seriously, he wasn’t going anywhere. “You handed me your phone a few weeks ago because you wanted me to read the messages between you and your presentation partner, remember?”
“I could never forget that fucker— wait,” Sae stops himself and props himself up on his elbows, staring down at Ryusei with a glare. “You went through my phone.”
It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact. And Ryusei doesn’t even deny it, just shrugs innocently before pulling Sae down against his nude chest again. “Don’t act so surprised,” he tells Sae, and okay, maybe Sae should’ve been even more careful. “Saw the app, clicked on it, and the first thing I saw was my pussy flashing me.”
Sae mewls, embarrassed, burying his face in the crook of Ryusei’s neck. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” Ryusei retorts, and one can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Hey, Sae-chan,” the other omega starts again, a bit more seriously this time. “Does that mean we’re finally dating?”
Sae doesn’t know. Shouldn’t they confess their undying love first? But then again, there have been enough signs already. Not everything has to be picture perfect, and not every relationship has to start with a date or a shy kiss.
But there’s one thing Sae does know. He looks up, staring deeply into Ryusei’s eyes before he smirks. “If you can make me squirt one more time, I will think about it,” he challenges and watches something predatory flare up in Ryusei’s eyes. “You owe me,” he goes on, “You canceled a stream on me.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Ryusei breathes out and wastes no time changing their positions again. He pins Sae against the bed and laughs ferally. “You’re asking to be punished at this point”
“Well then,” Sae counters, locking his arms behind Ryusei’s neck, pulling him down roughly. “Do your worst.”