"...a boy with a mask," confirms Tōkan, looking at the two beat-up teenagers.
He's—surely he's—aware—why isn't he fighting—fight, damn you, stop Tōkan from doing this, please—
"Why are you making that face?" he says in a raspy rumble, which is not what he'd been planning to do. Nor is getting down on his knees and holding Yamada's chin in his fingers, lifting it up—he wasn't expecting Yamada to look prettier without the mask, most people don't— "You want it, don't you? As much as I do." No what stop this he did not plan to say this what the fuck is possessing him—
And still Inori doesn't say anything and just looks at him, trembling, lips parted and shining in the fluorescent light—
Fight him, damnit! Stop him! Don't—don't just look at him like that—push him away, don't let him get closer, don't let his face get there, don't let their lips touch—please—
Yes! "Th-thank you," he says between coughs, sitting on his ass and holding his arms around his midsection. What the hell was he doing, why couldn't he stop himself—
"You're fucking welcome," he says, but he's trembling, too, and his voice is not at all steady.
"G-give me your arm. Or leg. I—" He dropped the tolerant at some point, but it's in reach and he can just grab it. "I'll inject you—"
"I can't stop myself, clearly, you may deal with it with fighting spirit but I don't—" He uncaps the applier but his hands are shaking too hard, he's not sure he'd even be able to apply it this way, it's too much, too fucking much...
"...then just do it. If you wanna do it." He pulls his knees in and hugs them. "I've been told that... that's what I'm for. Omegas are just there for alphas to fuck... you use your instincts as an excuse..." Shiver. "To just do what you want to do... so..."
...something happened to him. Tōkan is not sure what, the immediate idea is that some alphas took advantage of him already but that doesn't—quite—fit— "Don't lump me in with them," he says instead, dropping the applier once more. Even though he almost did it, he deserves to be lumped with them, he almost, it was, if it had been up to just him— "Stop doing that. I don't—I don't want to take advantage of you—that's why I want you to take the suppressants—do you have any idea—?"
"I don't want that," he repeats. "Don't want to—to rape you—anyone. I can't—I know I can't complain, the whole world is set up around me, alphas are politicians and CEOs and TV personalities and singers, I'm even worse, my father is the headmaster at school, all the teachers treat me like I'm, I'm something special when I'm not, I'm just—me—except I'm not, I'm not me like this, my whole body wants to hijack me, wants me to just, just follow my instincts and evolution and I won't, I won't, I can't—" He's repeating it all mostly to convince himself, to prevent himself from doing it. Center. He needs to remember who he is, and who he is is not a rapist. "And, and sex is, it's nice, it's so nice, it's so good, it feels great, it's not, you shouldn't, you shouldn't use it to hurt people, shouldn't make them feel bad, if they're feeling bad then you're doing it wrong and I'm not, I don't want to do it wrong, I don't want to—to hurt you—" He's got the tolerant again and is trying to make his hands hold still so he can, can...
"Wh—" Oh what the fuck, his pheromones just got stronger? No that's not, that's not possible, that shouldn't be possible, Tōkan was already on the verge of losing, he can't take more of this. "W-w-what are you t-t-talking ab-bout?" he says between violent body-shaking shudders.
What the fuck is he saying, he shouldn't be saying things like that, and Tōkan's body shouldn't be acting of its own accord like that either, he shouldn't be close to Yamada again. "Stop me," he says even as he gets closer and his face approaches Yamada's. "Please. Punch me, hit me, break my arms, stop me—"
I want to ravage him I want to kiss him I want to bite him I want to fuck him I want to rail him I want to rip his clothes off I want him I want him I want him—
Tōkan's shirt is off, somehow, and his hands are fumbling with Yamada's belt, with his trousers, he's feeling too hot all over, trousers and underwear are now gone and oh Yamada is hard too, and he's so wet, so ready for him already, he must've been leaking for so long, too, his underwear is soaked and he's still dripping more, and his face, he wants it, Tōkan knows he wants it, and if he just stops—for a moment—stops holding himself back, he could, he could have it—god his ass is just as round and muscled as Tōkan imagined, those legs, and he's just panting and waiting, his legs are wide open just for him—
And now he finds some sense in himself and says, "No, no, get away, stop this," but he doesn't move at all, he doesn't find it in him to push Kokonoe away, and when that monster—he's never watched porn before, he's never seen an alpha's cock like that, he knew it was big but it's so much bigger than he'd thought, there's no way that's going to fit inside him, and he's already knotted and why is Inori getting even wetter at that, and his pussy is doing the opposite of clenching because he wants it, wants it so much, he wants to be split open by this alpha, wants all of that inside him, please, "Please—" and now it's not an objection it's a request, a demand, he needs more, "Please fuck me, put that in me, fill me up, I need—I need—"
He doesn't, not yet. That would hurt Inori a lot, if he just went in, he can start with his fingers, can make him feel good...
And he can kiss Inori, which is suddenly as much of a need as fucking him, as strong a desire, stronger, even. His eyes aren't even open anymore, Tōkan's just kissing him and pumping into him with his fingers and rubbing his dick against Inori's leg and stomach, he needs more.