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Looking back, Mine should have known something was wrong days ago. All the signs had been there, but he was so unaccustomed to them that they'd flown under his radar.
Part of why he was so out of tune with the symptoms of heat was because of the length between his last heat and now. His last heat had been in his early 20s, when he was still in college. He'd gotten paid a hefty sum from a few older alphas to fuck him while he was in heat, something he rarely did because of the risks, but the money had been so good that he couldn't refuse.
He hadn't been a virgin, but it had been the first time he'd been fucked while he was in heat, so they paid extra. It was nice to have a real cock to satiate his desires, but he didn't think it was worth it. He hadn't come out of the experience with a sudden desire to be a house-omega, nor had he bonded with any of the men. If anything, it had solidified his intention to pass as a beta. He would be graduating college soon and starting fresh in a different city, so it was the perfect time to get on blockers and never again experience the humiliation of being a male omega.
The first sign that he was going into heat had come days before. He'd been in a meeting with his men and heard one of them talking about his kids. Instead of the usual disinterest he felt towards children, he was eager to hear about them. He'd even smiled at the picture his subordinate had shown the room. After hearing about the child and their sleep schedule, he'd wondered what it would be like to have one himself. To stay up all night and nurture a baby from birth to adulthood. Even considering that made his heart twist. There were no thoughts about how inconvenient a baby would be for his career, just curiosity and a strange sense of happiness when he thought about it. He attributed it to being exhausted after a long week. But really, that made no sense. Why would being tired make him think so favorably about having his own children? To make him yearn for the experience?
The next sign he'd missed had been the abdominal cramping. He worked out every day, and sometimes got into fights, so it wasn't unusual for him to be sore. It was so easy to miss, but such a classic symptom that he felt like an idiot for missing.
He'd been in the grocery store when the first cramp hit, almost making him double over in the middle of the store. He'd written it off as too many crunches during his workout, but if he'd been paying attention, he would have realized that day had been leg day.
Part of why he didn't even consider his heat was how good his blockers were. Instead of just blocking heats, it blocked off his entire scent, too. It was only prescribed in extreme cases, which didn't fit Mine's needs.
The blockers were expensive since they were off-market, but Mine didn't mind. He'd considered going through official channels to get the medication he so desperately needed, but he hated the idea of there being a record of his omeganess. His designation was good for the sex work he did to get through college, but not for much else. Plus, he knew the doctor would be unlikely to prescribe the blockers Mine wanted because he was an unbonded omega. He'd need permission from a jealous alpha to get on total blockers. The entire system made him seethe, but needing permission for anything regarding his body made Mine hate his designation even more.
After the first time he was mistaken for a beta, Mine was hooked. He got more respect than he'd ever experienced, and people treated him like an actual human being. So, he kept taking the total blockers instead of switching to something less intense.
And now it was coming to bite him in the ass.
"Hello?" Mine answered the phone while he tidied up his living room.
He had cleaners, of course, but he was itching to clean. He'd given his cleaning lady the day off, sending her away with a full day's pay.
"Sir, I have some bad news," Katase said, her voice as calm and clear as always.
Mine nodded and listened, fluffing pillows and gathering blankets to ensure the room was cozy. When he was finished, he looked at his work with a deep sense of pride that made his chest puff up.
When he realized he was smiling, he dropped his phone in shock.
He'd made a nest.
He was nesting.
He cradled his head and groaned.
Mine was in heat.
Once he realized he was in heat, the rest of his symptoms hit him like a freight train. It was almost as if his denial had been the last thing holding his heat at bay.
Mine's hole suddenly ached, and a gush of slick oozed out of him as he bent down to pick up his phone.
"Ah, sorry, but—" Mine winced and grit his teeth as a wave of dizziness washed over him. "I seem to be sick. I'll call you another day."
"Sir?"
Despite her questioning tone, Mine hung up. He didn't want her to know about his heat, even though she'd keep it a secret. He didn't want anyone knowing.
He staggered into the kitchen, bumping into walls as his shaky legs threatened to give out underneath him. After downing a bottle of Gatorade, he felt slightly better, but he knew this heat was going to be bad.
Without even thinking, he foggily headed into his bedroom and began gathering up his toys. His high sex drive had been blissfully taken care of during his college years, but he couldn't risk sleeping around now that he was in a higher position, so he kept toys to keep the edge off. The sane part of his mind was begging him to call his medication dealer and see what the hell he could do to get out of this heat, but the vast majority of his mind was only thinking about fat cocks and an alpha to take care of him.
Mine dumped the toys on the coffee table in front of the nest he'd made and collapsed face first on the sofa. He was breathing heavily, barely able to get enough oxygen into his lungs. He squinted at the thermostat, his body unbearably hot. It was set to the usual temperature, but he was cooking in his own skin. Murmuring under his breath, he took off all his clothes. Any other time he would have taken the extra second to fold everything properly, but he didn't even think about wrinkles. All he could think about was—
Daigo.
Jolting upwards, he realized that his fantasies hadn't been of nameless, faceless alphas with huge cocks. He'd been thinking of Daigo. His boss.
They'd been growing closer in the past months, their relationship leaning dangerously close to something more than subordinate and boss. It may have been wishful thinking on Mine's part, but he thought there was a tension between them—lingering touches that lasted too long, warm expressions that were too affectionate for people who were just friends. Mine had fallen in love long ago, but he was worried his feelings would scare Daigo away, so he kept them to himself. At least he had at first. It was hard to pretend everything was platonic when Daigo smiled at him with that radiant smile of his.
Before he knew it, he was licking and sucking the tip of his favorite toy as he imagined Daigo's face. He didn't spend much time getting it wet since he was already soaked. Still face down on the sofa, he pressed the toy against his needy rim. Sometimes he would tease himself by denying immediate pleasure, but now he physically couldn't wait. He gasped as he shoved the toy inside, his eyes rolling up and back as pleasure shivered down his spine.
There was a bone-deep sense of satisfaction as he nestled the dildo deep in his ass. Something felt right about it, but the sensation didn't last long. He groaned as he started fucking himself with the toy, panting open-mouthed as he worked. If anything, his hole ached more as he used the dildo. He wanted the real thing.
Despite being heat-drunk, Mine knew he couldn't call anyone. It was too risky to use a service, and he didn't know any trustworthy alphas who could satiate him. Tears pooled in his eyes as he fucked himself, frustration building in his belly as his first orgasm started ramping up.
Just as he was about to cum, he shoved the knot of the dildo inside his ass and arched his back, expecting to find some relief from the false sensation of being knotted but…
Nothing.
He didn't even cum.
"Wha—?"
He blinked wetly and began stroking himself, in case he'd suddenly lost the ability to cum hands-free, but it was useless. He couldn't cum. Mine sobbed pathetically as the fake toy did little to relieve him of his biological needs. Even when he fucked himself faster—harder, deeper, even using the knot—nothing relieved him.
He needed a real cock.
Daigo hummed happily as he finished up his work for the day. It had been a long one, but he was finally done. Though he was more than ready to go home and watch shitty TV, he still felt a pang of sadness as he checked his phone for the millionth time. Mine hadn't contacted him at all except for a brief email stating he'd be out of office for the day. It was quite unusual for him, especially since they'd gotten so close as of late. Just a few days before, they'd been in their favorite bar, arm to arm as they chatted about the future. Perhaps he was avoiding Daigo? Lately, Mine had been in a great mood, always smiling and even sitting closer to Daigo than usual. But had he come on too strong?
As he got into the car waiting to drive him home, he sighed and stared moodily out the window. He'd gotten so used to Mine being his right-hand man. He should have known that mixing business and pleasure would never work out, but it had been so long since he'd felt this way that he couldn't help himself. Daigo was pretty sure he was falling in love with Mine.
Once he was settled in at home, he decided to call Mine. He hadn't specified why he was calling out, so he wondered if Mine would be up for chatting. But he didn't answer—the phone just rang and rang and rang until it went to voicemail.
Despite it just being his voicemail message, Mine's stern voice made Daigo's heart race. Daigo flicked his phone shut and stared out the window of his penthouse. He wondered what the beta was doing right at that moment. He got up and poured himself a finger of whiskey, swirling it around as he contemplated calling Mine again.
No. He wouldn't be that desperate.
The next day, he was eager to see Mine again. It was their monthly budget meeting, so Mine would definitely be there, even if he wanted to avoid Daigo. He put on his favorite cologne, knowing that Mine, as a beta, couldn't smell his natural pheromones and hoped that he would like it.
He was the first to arrive, as usual. But Mine wasn't there. He furrowed his brow and checked his office, just in case he'd accidentally scheduled an early meeting with him, but it was empty. After checking his watch, he hurried to Mine's office in the building and rapped at the door.
"Chairman, it's nice to see you," Katase said, opening the door and giving him a bow.
"Hello," Daigo said, a little awkwardly. He never knew what to say around Mine's secretary. "Have you seen Mine-san?"
She bit her lip, a nervous habit that was out of place on her professional demeanor. "He's sick, sir. I was just about to email you."
Taken aback, Daigo could only nod and leave the room. It was flu season, but Mine was dutiful about getting his shots every year, so he shouldn't have been so sick that he called out.
As the meeting droned on, Daigo found himself itching to pull out his phone. There was no buzz to indicate an email, nor any sign of a call from Mine. It was so unlike him not to call, even if he didn't reciprocate Daigo's budding feelings. He barely paid attention to the meeting, even when Katase stood in for Mine and gave his report. All he could think about was Mine, sick and alone.
Once the day was over, he nodded to himself and headed to the grocery store. His driver was shocked at the directions he was given, since Daigo hadn't done shopping for himself since he'd been crowned chairman. He was annoyed at the man's reaction; it wasn't like Daigo was incapable of shopping.
Wandering the aisles, Daigo felt lost. Where was everything? What exactly should he buy? What did he have at home? In the end, he bought a new package of white rice, garlic, scallions, and onions. He'd never made congee before, but it seemed like a simple enough recipe that Mine could digest easily no matter how sick he was. Since the driver was still in the parking lot waiting for him, he hurried out of the store with his haul and directed him to take him home.
After spreading the ingredients across the island in his kitchen, Daigo hoped to get some sort of epiphany on how to cook everything properly. It couldn't be that hard to make, could it? Sighing when no such epiphany came, he headed into his office to do some research. Luckily, the internet was rife with recipes, so he found one almost immediately. He printed it out and headed back into the kitchen.
Though he was only doing this because Mine was sick, he couldn't help but smile as he crushed the garlic and sliced the scallions. It was nice to do something so physical for someone. Usually he showed his affection with gifts or money—even to Mine—but this felt different. He was doing something real, making soup for him when he couldn't do it for himself.
With everything prepared, he began washing the rice. Once the water was coming back mostly clear, he placed the rice in a pan and added a lot of water. Since he had plenty of time, Daigo called Mine. He turned his back to the stove and frowned at the slow "beep… beep… beep" of the dial tone. Still no answer. Even though it made him seem desperate, he called again. He perked up when he immediately heard Mine's voice, but it was just going straight to voicemail. Either Mine had sent him to voicemail, or his phone was dead. Daigo sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
After heading into the living room, he sat on the sofa and tried Mine for a third time. He hated how desperate it made him seem, but he was starting to get worried. It went straight to voicemail, so he turned the TV on and began watching a shitty reality show.
Eventually, he remembered the rice cooking on the stove and rushed into the kitchen.
"What the hell!?"
The rice he'd so carefully washed was burnt to a crisp, all the water evaporated and leaving behind an unappetizing mush. He cursed under his breath and stirred, but the rice was so burnt that it stuck to the bottom of the pan. Groaning, he took the pan off the heat and set it aside. Now he remembered why he didn't attempt cooking most of the time. He was terrible at it.
As the smell of burnt rice permeated the air of his penthouse, he sat on the sofa and stared at the television. What the hell was he going to do now? He couldn't show up empty-handed, and he didn't want to go back to the store to buy more rice. After heaving a dramatic sigh, he got up and decided to warm up some miso soup. It wasn't anything fancy, and he didn't have anything to add to the broth, but it would be better than nothing and show how much he cared, even if it wasn't as filling as congee.
Once he had the warmed-up miso in an appropriate container, he grabbed a loaf of bread he hadn't gotten around to eating and brought that with him. He could have called his driver, but he was still miffed about his reaction to taking him to the grocery store, so he drove himself. Tokyo traffic was terrible, but he drove carefully and arrived at Mine's place within a few minutes.
Like himself, Mine owned a penthouse, so Daigo pressed the top floor button on the elevator. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath as the door opened to his floor, which, in retrospect, turned out to be a bad idea.
Instead of beta smell—which was to say, nothing—Daigo was bowled over with many scents. The most pressing scent was omega in distress, making his alpha instincts urge him to hurry into the penthouse and do something. Next was the overly sweet smell of an omega in peak heat, which made his cock harden just a little involuntarily. He covered his nose and squinted at the door, very confused. Why would Mine have an omega in heat over? And why would that omega be distressed?
As he took another breath, his brain started working overtime. Despite the fact that he knew Mine was a beta, the aroma he was smelling reminded him heavily of his friend and subordinate—fresh citrus, musk, and cedarwood.
He walked toward the door without thinking and stumbled, nearly spilling the soup he'd brought with him.
Maybe it was wrong to say it "reminded" him of Mine, because it was more like… His brain replaced the plain scent of beta he associated with Mine with the smells he was experiencing now. He knew it was Mine, deep in his bones.
Mine must have decided to pass as a beta in this world that could be so unfair to male omegas. He couldn't blame him for that. What on earth was he supposed to do now? Mine clearly didn't want Daigo to know his true designation, but the scent of distressed omega was very difficult to ignore, especially for an alpha like Daigo. And the sweet smell of heat… His cock was fully hard now.
Groaning, he adjusted himself and hoped that his erection wouldn't be visible. Mine was in trouble, that much he could tell, and as his friend he would do his best to support him in any way possible. He'd drop off the soup and be on his way. There was no way he could do anything about Mine's delectable, sopping wet hole, so he'd have to jerk off in the car.
He felt claustrophobic as he started knocking, so he undid his tie a little and kept pulling at his collar to try to get some relief from the oppressively warm atmosphere.
When the first set of knocks didn't do anything, he knocked again. He glanced at his watch and worried at his bottom lip. Was Mine… okay? Many disaster scenarios began running through Daigo's mind. It didn't help that the delectable smell of Mine and his heat pheromones were making him slightly dizzy—he couldn't think straight, so his scenarios were increasingly outlandish. He could practically see Mine collapsed on the floor of his penthouse, unable to get up thanks to a broken leg. Or maybe he was stuck in the bathtub when his heat hit him.
He knocked again.
When Mine first heard the rap at the door, he was suddenly more lucid than he had been for the past 24 hours. Who could be at his penthouse? Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—it was just Daigo, his rich milk-chocolate smell permeating through the door. At the scent of an alpha, his hole actually drooled out more slick. He cursed under his breath; he didn't want anyone—especially not Daigo—to know he was an omega. If Daigo were to think less of him because of his designation… he didn't think he could take it.
If he were to live with roommates or on a floor with multiple people, he could have probably passed the heat smell off as coming from someone else as long as Daigo didn't get too close, but his penthouse was the only occupied room on the floor. Groaning, he covered his face. It was humiliating to be found out, especially by an alpha whose opinion he cared for deeply.
Maybe his heat hadn't permeated outside the apartment yet? He took one breath and knew that was just wishful thinking. Despite the humiliation curling in his belly, he was drawn to the front door. He stumbled as he got up, the knocking growing increasingly urgent. His deceit was already known, so he might as well face the music.
He opened the door to a very red-faced Daigo. When Daigo refused to make eye contact, he first wondered if it had something to do with him being an omega. But that notion quickly went out the window as he remembered he was utterly naked with a throbbing hard-on. Any shame he would usually feel at his nakedness was gone, though, so he just stood there, listing side to side as he tried to keep himself from falling over and worshipping Daigo's cock right in the doorway.
Speaking of his cock, Mine could tell he was hard. He was actually drooling as he stared at the bulge in his slacks.
"Mine-san?"
He looked up, realizing that Daigo had been speaking for several moments.
"Sir…" Mine slurred out. "I—"
Daigo swallowed audibly, his eyes darting between Mine and the sofa behind him. Fuck, he could definitely see the toys strewn about the room and knew he'd been pathetically trying to sate his heat.
"Let me help you," Daigo blurted out. He seemed shocked that the words came out of his mouth, but not as shocked as Mine was.
"H-Help?"
Daigo started babbling about omega distress, heat signals, getting sick from not having a partner, and something else, but Mine could barely parse his words. He grabbed Daigo's sleeve and dragged him into the living room, his head spinning. Without thinking, he got on his hands and knees and presented for Daigo, shivers running up and down his spine as he looked at Daigo's lustful expression.
There was a long pause that made Mine wonder if he'd misunderstood Daigo's intentions, but he couldn't care less. He needed cock, and he wasn't ashamed to beg for it.
"Sir! I need your fat cock, please!"
"Mine…"
He took that to mean that Daigo was having second thoughts.
So, to entice him, he reached behind himself and spread his asscheeks to show off his dripping wet asshole.
Whining, he kept begging. "Please, Daigo-san… I'll do anything if you just fuck me..!"
That made him break. Before Mine knew it, Daigo was undoing his belt and pulling his cock out, his slacks still on.
"Fuck, you're so perfect like this," Daigo said, getting behind Mine and lining his cock up with his hole. "I… I should prep you…"
"No!" Mine cried out.
If he hadn't been so heat drunk, he would have been able to make a coherent argument as to why Daigo should fuck him already, but all he could do was sob out little pleas for him to hurry.
"F-Fuck…"
Mine arched his back and gasped as Daigo shoved his cock inside him without any warning. He didn't go slow or even wait for him to adjust; he just started pounding him.
Daigo groaned and threw his head back as Mine's tight hole squeezed around him, urging him deeper and deeper. Mine knew how to pleasure an alpha, but all his best tricks took more brainpower than he had to spare. All he could do was kneel there and take it.
His instincts purred at the sensation of being filled with a large alpha cock. Though, unlike what he expected, he became no more cognizant. If anything, he lost the small amount of reasoning he had left. All that was left was a slut begging for Daigo to fuck him harder, deeper.
"You're gonna… I… I forgot to even… No condom," Daigo panted out.
Mine knew that instinctually (it was probably why his body was feeling so good), but it was the first his logical brain was hearing of it. If he wasn't heat-addled, he would have taken the time to urge Daigo to use a condom (even though he didn't want him to) because he didn't want to scare Daigo off by begging him for his fertile cum. Frankly, the mere suggestion of him possibly getting pregnant from the lack of a condom had him groaning and clawing the ground in desperation. His aching cock throbbed madly, nearly cumming from the idea.
And then Mine said something he never would have imagined himself saying out loud.
"Get me pregnant, sir!"
There was a long pause that made Mine's cloudy mind wonder what was happening. Had he said something wrong? Did his hole not feel good? Did he need to try to concentrate more on pleasing Daigo?
Luckily, it was none of those things. Daigo groaned before he began fucking Mine even harder. Mine slumped and went totally limp, only being held up by Daigo's strong hands holding his hips. He saw stars behind his eyes and moaned uncontrollably. The feeling of Daigo's cock filling up his asshole was so perfect; his toys came nowhere close.
Obscene wet noises filled the room as Daigo continued pounding him. Mine briefly wondered where the high-pitched keening was coming from before he realized it was coming from his own mouth.
"Knock me up, knock me up," Mine babbled, acting so unlike his usual self that he would feel embarrassed later.
Daigo's punishing pace suddenly stuttered. He gripped Mine's hips even tighter and panted heavily.
"Gonna cum," Daigo said tightly.
"Knot me!" Mine cried out.
For a moment, Daigo continued fucking him in stuttering thrusts. Finally, though, he buried his cock deep inside Mine's ass. Mine gasped when he felt the slightly enlarged base pop inside him, but it was nothing compared to the way his asshole spread when Daigo's knot began swelling up.
Daigo moaned lowly as he started cumming, almost silent compared to the actual squeal Mine let out as he was finally knotted for the first time in years. Mine clawed the carpet below him as pleasure overwhelmed him as he felt cum pouring deep inside his asshole, traveling to his needy womb. He came after ages of desperation, cum spilling from his cock for what felt like an entire minute while Daigo's own cum filled him up. It was everything he'd ever dreamed sex with Daigo to be—actually, it was even better. Suddenly, he felt thirsty. When was the last time he had anything to drink or eat?
He blinked languidly as (some of) his faculties slowly returned to him.
When he realized what exactly had just happened, what he'd just said, he froze.
"Oh, hell…"
"Oh, hell…"
Daigo panted softly and stroked Mine's sweaty back, making him shiver.
"What's wrong?" Daigo asked nervously, suddenly worried that he'd crossed a line by offering his 'services' as an alpha.
"I… I… Damn it," Mine cursed, shivering like mad. "I shouldn't have said what I did… You… You don't even feel that way about me."
Daigo tilted his head and ground his hips against Mine, moaning softly at the pleasant sensation of Mine's hole milking around him.
"You know," Daigo said. "I've had feelings for you for a while…"
Mine froze for several long moments before he started trembling again. "I… I'm in love with you, Daigo-san. I want your baby, I… I really do."
Daigo's cock twitched madly inside Mine's asshole. Suddenly all he could think about was impregnating Mine. He was grateful for his knot keeping all his cum inside Mine, ensuring not a singly drop escaped from his perfect hole.
"Yoshitaka…"
Gently, Daigo maneuvered both of them so they were spooning on the floor. He couldn't help but grind his cock up against Mine as they cuddled, turning the sweet moment into something more sexual. Mine didn't seem to care, though, as he slowly started turning back into the heat-addled mess Daigo had first seen when he'd entered the apartment. Mine's moment of lucidity was over.
Daigo couldn't help but nuzzle against the back of Mine's neck and inhale deeply; he smelled incredible, citrusy and woodsy and oh so sweet. He hated that Mine had hidden this intoxicating scent from him for so long.
Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. His knot started deflating, and Mine cried out in near agony.
"N-No!" Mine cried. "Stay!"
Daigo murmured an apology as he slowly pulled out, his cock flopping wetly against his thigh. He was still half-hard, his alpha instincts keeping him ready to fuck thanks to the smell of omega heat.
As much as he wanted—needed—to keep fucking Mine, he had to get his clothes off. Mine was like a radiator, letting off so much heat that Daigo would have been worried he had a fever if he didn't know he was in heat. He scooted away from Mine's warm body and started stripping.
The lack of contact made Mine sob. Daigo could barely believe that this needy omega was the same man who was so elegant and put together at work. He never would have guessed that Mine used sex toys, let alone owned so many. Mine was such a buttoned-up, by-the-book man that this side of him was nearly unthinkable. It was impossibly sexy to him. He got the privilege to see Mine like this, to know how much of a slut he could be.
After stripping, he pulled Mine close and rubbed his cock between Mine's muscular thighs.
"Don't tease," Mine groaned, begging him.
Daigo panted softly and guided his cock to Mine's asshole. He'd never had a heat, but he was starting to understand what omegas meant when they talked about the inability to think straight, the need to fuck. He could only think about getting Mine pregnant with his seed.
"There's no way you won't get pregnant from this," Daigo said, more to himself than anything.
Mine tightened up as Daigo started feeding his cock inside him. He moaned lowly and shuddered.
"You'll be so swollen with my pups," Daigo said wondrously, the image clear in his mind.
"Daigo-san..!"
Daigo had seen Mine shirtless before, so he knew he had inverted nipples, but he'd never been so fascinated with them as he was right then.
He reached around Mine's chest and began toying with one of his nipples, teasing the bud from its hiding place.
"Just think…" Daigo murmured. "Your tits will be so milky thanks to me."
"Ah!"
Mine came again, the sensation of his asshole spasming around his cock nearly driving Daigo wild. He started fucking him harder, still paying close attention to his nipple as he moved. His alpha instincts to breed were in overdrive, causing him to fuck Mine for longer and harder than before.
Daigo pinched Mine's nipple, enjoying the way it made him arch his back and gasp. His nipples were so sensitive. He'd have to suck on them another day just to see how Mine would react.
"Can you imagine your chest bursting with milk?" Daigo asked, breathless as he spoke.
As he squirmed, Mine nodded. He moaned even louder as Daigo moved his attention to his other nipple, slowly circling his fingers around his puffy areola. When he was satisfied with teasing him, he coaxed his nipple out and fantasized about Mine producing so much milk that he'd have to take time off during meetings just to express it—Daigo was sure he'd be there to be the one to drink it while he was pregnant with their pups.
Out of nowhere, he was overcome with the urge to cum. He thought he would last longer, but Mine's asshole was milking him so perfectly that he couldn't last another second. He slammed into him one last time and moaned, fresh cum mixing with his first load as Mine whimpered.
He wanted his omega to cum. He needed him to feel good, so Daigo continued toying with his nipples as they were knotted together, spooning on the living room floor.
Daigo frowned as his phone started ringing. Who could be calling? He ignored the sound and ground up against Mine's ass, trying to work himself ever deeper inside him. Though he wasn't in heat like Mine, he was practically drunk on his pheromones. He sighed in relief when the ringing stopped, but it quickly started ringing again. It could be a clan emergency.
"I'm sorry, I need to take this," Daigo murmured, stroking Mine's flank.
Mine whined but didn't object, so deep in heat that Daigo could have brought in an entire crowd and he wouldn't notice.
Clearing his throat, Daigo pressed accept on his phone.
"Hello? What is it?" He said sternly, hoping his voice didn't betray what he was doing.
Luckily, it was nothing serious, but his secretary wouldn't get off the phone. He furrowed his brows in concentration, trying not to feel Mine's asshole tightly gripping his hard cock or how Mine was shivering and squirming as he sought out more pleasure during the knotting phase. So very different from his usual dignified, composed self.
"Hngh…" Daigo couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut and groan softly when Mine began playing with his nipples of his own accord and tightened up around him as a consequence.
"Is everything alright, Chairman?"
Daigo opened his mouth to assure his secretary that he was fine when Mine wiggled his hips back, leaving their bodies more flush than before. He stifled a groan, his hips involuntarily snapping forward. Mine cried out and was about to make more noise when Daigo quickly pressed his hand against his mouth. Whining, Mine started sucking on Daigo's fingers like they were a cock, laving his tongue all over his digits.
"… Sir?"
"I'm fine," Daigo said tightly. "Can you call me back later?"
"It's really important that we deal with this now…"
"Thanks," Daigo said, hanging up without actually listening to her response.
"Are you trying to get us caught?" Daigo asked, his knot slowly deflating as he spoke.
Mine was incapable of responding coherently, too out of it from his heat and the pleasure Daigo was giving him.
"I want to look at your face while I knock you up," Daigo said, flipping Mine onto his back and getting between his spread legs.
"Oh!"
Daigo was still hard even though his knot had just gone down, so he wasted no time and started fucking Mine right away.
Mine covered his face with his hand, so Daigo grabbed his wrist and moved it away.
"Don't hide your sexy expressions," Daigo panted out.
"B-But…" Mine sputtered, his face totally red. His lower lip wobbled, and it made Daigo's cock twitch.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Daigo closed the distance between them and began kissing Mine. He was pliant and needy, eagerly sucking on Daigo's tongue when he pressed it into his mouth. Daigo licked and sucked Mine's bottom lip, unable to get enough of his taste. Fuck, how would his slick taste if his saliva tasted this good?
Daigo usually enjoyed giving oral, and would have prepared Mine with a thorough rimming if his alpha nature hadn't been pressing him to breed, to fuck Mine until his heat passed. It felt like his duty, like this was where they were both meant to be.
He fucked Mine, his hips jackrabbitting as he sought his pleasure. Though he was eager to help Mine through his heat, his own instincts were mostly telling him to feel good with Mine's hot, wet hole.
Mine was so sensitive as they made out, cumming repeatedly without even touching his cock. They were so close that his cock pressed against Daigo's abdomen, but the friction from that couldn't possibly be enough to make him orgasm; he was cumming from his ass alone. If he had known Mine was such a horny omega and not a tightly wound beta…
Daigo groaned, knotting Mine for the third time that evening. It felt just as good as the first time, maybe a little better.
Mine threw his arm across his forehead and panted heavily, his chest heaving with exertion.
"… Thirsty," Mine croaked out.
Something inside Daigo perked up; he'd be able to take care of his omega in more ways than one. But they were still tied together thanks to his knot, so he carefully maneuvered them until they were lying face-to-face. He wrapped his arms around Mine's muscular torso and pulled him close, pressing his nose against his collarbone to inhale the purest essence of Mine.
Long gone was the scent of distressed omega; now it was just the overly-sweet smell of heat, Mine's natural omega scent, and deep satisfaction.
Mine was stiff for a moment as they embraced, but quickly melted into Daigo's hug. He shoved his face against Daigo's neck and inhaled, his quickened breathing slowing down considerably as he smelled Daigo's alpha pheromones.
At first, Daigo thought Mine had been brought back to earth, but he realized Mine was still out of it as he continued breathing in Daigo's scent without pausing or pulling away. His gaze was far away — like he couldn't concentrate on Daigo's face right in front of him.
Though Mine wasn't feeling more present, Daigo was beginning to realize what he'd done and said without the haze of alpha instincts urging him to fuck Mine until he couldn't walk straight. Embarrassment curled in his belly as he held Mine, his breathing slow and steady. His body was extremely hot and sweaty, but Daigo didn't care. This was like a dream come true, in more ways than one. He'd never really felt the alpha urge to procreate, but now… Well, he could see the appeal. Plus, he'd gotten to have sex with Mine.
Daigo's stomach started rumbling from all the calories he'd expelled during their breeding session. Mine startled at the sound, but quickly settled when Daigo ran a reassuring hand across his naked side.
"Mm…" Mine hummed, practically falling asleep with Daigo's cock inside him.
Biting his lip, Daigo had to resist the urge to keep fucking him. He'd expressed a need for water, so as soon as his knot went down, he'd take care of him. Luckily, it didn't take much longer—their cuddling took up a surprising amount of time.
"I'll get you something to drink," Daigo said when Mine started whining as he got up to leave. With that assurance, Mine nodded quietly.
Daigo padded into the kitchen with the soup that he'd set aside when he first came in, utterly naked and covered in Mine's fluids. He couldn't bring himself to care or be embarrassed; if anything, his alpha instincts purred at the idea of someone finding him drenched in Mine's slick, since it would show off who he belonged to. He cringed at his mental wording and shook his head. Scolding himself, he began searching through Mine's cabinets for something to eat. He found a lot of protein shakes and energy bars. There were plenty of vegetables in the fridge, but nothing hearty or comforting. Since he couldn't cook anyway, Daigo told himself he'd order takeout later and simply bring him snacks for now.
When he returned from the kitchen with miso, bread, water, and energy bars, Mine was resting on the floor with a pillow under his hips. He stopped short at the sight, a little dizzy as he watched Mine reach down between his spread thighs and scoop the cum that had drooled out from his asshole back inside. He groaned, nearly dropping the supplies.
"Ah..!" Mine jumped slightly when Daigo groaned, looking like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"You… You really want to get pregnant with my pups?" Daigo asked thickly, setting the water, soup, and energy bars on the coffee table.
Mine didn't make eye contact as he nodded, his face flushing. "S-Sorry… I'll take the pill as soon as my heat goes away."
"You don't have to," Daigo said.
Searchingly, Mine gazed at him. He nodded softly and struggled to sit up. Daigo rushed over and helped him, getting him into a sitting position.
"Here, let me," Daigo said, feeling the need to actually hand-feed his omega. He frowned at his internal monologue again.
He gently tipped the water bottle against Mine's mouth, helping him drink. Mine went limp and whimpered as Daigo took care of him. He didn't even try to use his hands; he was happy to let Daigo take control.
Once Mine had eaten an entire cup of soup and an energy bar, Daigo felt satisfied with his work. It wasn't the full course meal he had in mind, but it would do for an unexpected heat.
"How are you feeling?" Daigo asked, stroking Mine's sweaty hair back from his forehead.
Mine's lower lip trembled, and he was unable to meet Daigo's gaze. After wetting his lips, he spoke up. "Sticky."
"Let's get you in the bath, then," Daigo said warmly.
Mine gasped much louder than necessary when Daigo easily picked him up and held him bridal-style. He'd lied and said he was feeling sticky so he'd get some privacy in the bath to masturbate more, but Daigo seemed to have other ideas. Groaning internally, Mine hoped Daigo wouldn't think too differently of him after this.
He was feeling almost fully cognizant after Daigo knotted him three times—and the food and drink helped. He guided Daigo through the primary bedroom into the main bath and attempted to stand on his own two feet, but Daigo clicked his tongue and held him tighter to prevent him from getting out of his grip.
Unsurprisingly, he got wet again. Daigo's possessiveness was a side he hadn't seen before, but it was one he liked.
"I can clean myself," Mine protested as Daigo set him on the shower stool.
Daigo stopped for a moment, his brows twitching as if he were arguing with himself. "Do you… want to?"
Now it was Mine's turn to argue with himself. On the one hand, he hated the idea of Daigo knowing how vulnerable he was during his heats. He'd already seen how he wanted this baby—which he could pass off as being an omega of breeding age—but what if seeing how Mine still wanted more turned Daigo off? Made him think he was some kind of whore? On the other hand… His mind, body, and soul were screaming for him to let Daigo take care of him. He was an omega in a painful heat, and Daigo was an alpha with the ability to relieve him.
And that wasn't even mentioning the love confessions that had happened. Mine could barely believe what was said, so he was tentatively pretending it hadn't happened, just in case Daigo hadn't meant what he said.
He sighed dramatically, about to dismiss Daigo from the bathroom when the decision was made for him. Daigo had been messing around with the shower head while he'd been battling his internal monologue, something he hadn't noticed until Daigo pressed the warm stream of water directly against his asshole.
"Ohhhh..!" Mine moaned, unable to hold it in.
"Hm?" Daigo seemed surprised. "I thought… I thought your heat was over..?"
Mine could have burst into tears; he was frustrated at his body's needs, how his heat hadn't been satiated yet even though Daigo had provided him plenty of cum. His middle cramped harshly as he thought of how to respond, and he thoughtlessly pressed his palm against his abdomen, wishing the pressure would alleviate the cramp.
Daigo's gaze followed his hand and rested where Mine's womb would be.
"Still need more," Mine mumbled, turning away to hide how red-faced he was.
Daigo stepped even closer and cupped Mine's cheek, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. Instead of looking annoyed, Daigo looked… interested. Maybe even a little aroused.
"I like this side of you," Daigo said. "I get to see you all needy like this. It makes me want to take care of you."
Mine blushed even deeper, if that were possible. He was surprised by Daigo's words, but not especially shocked. Perhaps he was just an alpha taking pity on a lonely omega.
He nodded once to indicate he wanted Daigo to continue taking care of him, and luckily Daigo got the message.
"Come here," Daigo said, laying on his back on the cool tiled floor.
Mine assumed he wanted him to lie next to him, but he was shocked when Daigo gestured at his hard cock, arching towards his belly button.
"I figured you might be a little tired of being bre—being in the same position all the time," Daigo said, catching himself from saying 'bred', even though Mine got the message.
Carefully, he straddled Daigo's hips.
"Plus, I like getting to see your handsome face while I fuck you," Daigo said, running his fingers through Mine's hair again.
Mine's hole throbbed with desire, so he quickly lined himself up with Daigo's cock and moaned as he sat down.
"Ohhhh…. You're so big..!" Mine cried out.
Daigo was panting now, gripping Mine's hips tightly and gently guiding him downward. He seemed unaware that he was doing it, but Mine was grateful for the guidance. When he finally took his cock to the hilt, Mine couldn't help but hiccup and moan loudly. He threw his head back and trembled, Daigo's cock reaching so deeply inside and pressing so perfectly against his prostate and entrance to his womb.
"So hot," Daigo groaned.
Mine didn't know whether he was calling him hot or mentioning the actual temperature of his body, and didn't care.
He started riding Daigo like his life depended on it, bouncing rapidly as he chased his pleasure. Any semblance of reason he'd felt was long gone as another wave of desperation washed over him. He had to get Daigo to cum inside him again or else he'd burn up into a crisp.
As he rode him, Daigo reached up and began toying with Mine's puffy nipples, teasing them even further and forcing them to stand proud at attention. He arched his back as he fantasized about Daigo drinking from his chest, about being swollen with his seed.
He choked on his own saliva as the image of him huge with Daigo's potent cum crossed his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut and whined as another orgasm hit him. Like usual, he had to slow down while he came, his cock spitting out his white, pearly load.
Daigo wasn't satisfied with that, though. He groaned as Mine's asshole started massaging around his cock and began thrusting upwards madly, chasing his own orgasm as Mine gasped and took it.
"Fuck… fuck… I have to knock you up," Daigo panted out.
"Please..!" Mine cried out.
Daigo shoved him down one final time as his knot took, his cum pumping deep inside Mine. Deliriously, Mine swore he could feel himself getting impregnated that time, could feel his cum deep in his womb.
He cried out and came again, so quickly from his last one.
"Daigo-san…" Mine murmured, sleepy and sated as he rested his body atop his alpha's.
"Hm?"
"That one took," Mine said.
Daigo's cock throbbed in his ass, showing how much Daigo liked the prospect.
"Well… we have some things to talk about, but that can wait until your heat is over."
"Okay, sir."
Daigo chuckled at the formality but didn't correct him.
Mine ended up needing to be knotted a few more times before his heat turned into something more manageable. He passed out as soon as Daigo knotted him for the final time, clutching his body as he finally got the rest he so desperately needed.
He woke up alone, as usual, but his body yearned for Daigo. He indulged his fantasies for a moment, but it wasn't long before he stiffened and groaned at himself.
Fuck, what had he done? Had he really gotten himself pregnant and torpedoed his career just for one night of pleasure with Daigo? He recognized that they'd confessed to each other, but he couldn't trust that Daigo truly meant it with their hormones running so high. After pressing a palm to his abdomen, he grit his teeth.
He got up, staggering thanks to how much sex he'd had. It seemed Daigo had spent time cleaning him up with a washrag while he'd been sleeping, since he wasn't feeling sticky and uncomfortable from cum and slick.
When he entered the kitchen, he froze. Daigo was humming softly as he rummaged through the cabinets and fridge, a pan on the stove.
He agonized over what to do. Pretend nothing had happened? Act like lovers?
"Oh, Mine-san!" Daigo said cheerfully, visibly perking up when he saw him. "Good morning. How are you feeling?"
Unable to make eye contact, Mine walked stiffly over to the pantry and pulled out a protein shake. "I'm okay."
"Ah, I hoped… to make you breakfast," Daigo said.
Mine swallowed and gripped his protein shake tighter, almost bursting it open.
"I'm going to take a shower," Mine said.
"Oh, okay," Daigo said.
Mine hurried into his bathroom and turned the shower on. With the water running, he felt comfortable having the panic attack that had been creeping up on him since he woke up.
He absolutely knew he was pregnant. There was no way he wasn't. He'd spent so much of his life avoiding his omega nature, and one little show of affection from Daigo had him tossing it all aside. Crouching into a little ball under the flow of hot water, he sobbed angrily.
Not only would he have to decide what to do, he'd also probably ruined his relationship with Daigo. Sure, he was acting kind this morning, but he'd seen Mine at his most vulnerable. He knew Mine was a cock-hungry omega who would give himself up at the slightest sign of kindness.
Fuck! He slammed his fist against the shower tile and tried to get his breathing under control. It took a while, but he was able to stop panicking and came out of the shower cool and collected.
Well, as cool and collected as possible. He couldn't make eye contact with Daigo as he served rice and eggs for breakfast.
"Hope you feel honored," Daigo said.
Mine snapped his gaze up to Daigo, worried he'd really misunderstood their tryst.
"This is the first time I've successfully made eggs," Daigo said, trying to joke.
Instead of responding, Mine just nodded tersely.
They ate in silence for a while, Mine wondering why he was still here.
"I… I'm sorry," Mine eventually croaked out.
"For what?"
Mine gestured at the living room, where toys were still strewn about. He couldn't bring himself to say 'I'm sorry you had to see me like that.'
Daigo pursed his lips. "Mine-san… tell me what you're thinking."
Mine just shook his head. He got up abruptly. "I should head into work."
"Sit," Daigo said sternly.
Mine sat.
"For one, you still smell like an omega," Daigo said. "I would assume you'll want to get your medication back in order before going back into the world. For another… I want you to know I don't think any differently of you."
"But…" Mine said.
Daigo stopped him with a raised palm. "Just listen. I meant what I said. I have feelings for you, Mine-san. And I was happy to help you through your heat. You're still my right-hand man. Understood?"
Mine could barely believe what he was hearing. Daigo, truly having feelings for him? His heart soared. He finally met Daigo's gaze, which softened considerably as they looked at each other.
"You didn't scare me off," Daigo said, reaching across the table and touching Mine's hand. "Okay?"
"Okay…" Mine said.
He'd probably need more reassurance, but for now, he felt at peace.
But… what to do about this pregnancy..?