Forceful, demanding Inori is incredibly cute and sexy, and Tōkan feels so fucking lucky to have found this boy. He's betraying everything he's said and thought about how alphas and omegas should relate but he doesn't care, he can't care, not when this beautiful boy is literally begging him. He needs to comply, again and again and again, he needs to make Inori come so much he grows empty, he needs to fill Inori with his cum and then keep filling and filling—wait, no, not that part, he has a condom designed to divert alphas' loads, most of the cum is going to drip back down outside, he is not ready to be a father, thank you very much.

But what he is ready for is belonging to this beautiful omega.

Tōkan is successful, Inori loses count of how many times he comes before his heat ends and he's left slumped and boneless on top of him, sweaty and sticky and uncomfortable and thoroughly relaxed and content. And, and this bastard is petting him, running his fingers through Inori's hair, his nails down along Inori's back. And Inori's own brain is a traitorous snake, making him nearly hum out a continuous purr.

What is wrong with him?

Tōkan has plastic water bottles in the same drawer he got the condoms from, because he's had the experience of having to get up from comfortable snuggling to get water and that experience sucks. So, he and Inori can be hydrated enough to stay snuggled up for a while.

But after said while he says, "So, Inori-kun."

Inori had actually dozed off, and startles a bit when his name's called. He doesn't look up, though.

"What."

"What... is this thing? Between us?"

"Sweat and cum."

"—I walked into that one.

"What I mean is... Look, I'm not gonna dance around it, I'm a slut. Remember that black-haired alpha that came with me the evening we met? We're fucking. I sleep around a ton."

(He does not, actually, remember this person.)

"Okay... Why is that my problem? Do you have an STD?"

"What? No, obviously not! —and I assume you don't either, didn't you get tested sometime this week?" He doesn't mention the fact that Inori was a virgin before that, but it certainly is difficult to acquire STDs in those cases.

"Yeah. Along with the pregnancy test. All negative."

Oh thank fuck Tōkan was wondering how to broach the subject and was kind of scared Inori had failed to do it for Inori reasons.

"Okay. Good, even. Anyway... you told your dads we're boyfriends. Are we?"

"...dunno."

So fucking enlightening.

"Do you want to be boyfriends?" Because goddamnit Tōkan kinda does and this is all new to him and he's not sure how to deal with it.

Shrug. "Dunno."

Talking to this omega is like pulling teeth.

"So what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me when I'm in heat. When it gets that bad. And I don't want it to get that bad and don't want to get that weak again and lose to two dickhead alphas."

"...you can always come over. If you want. If you're in heat and you, you want me to help you deal with that."

And wow haha what the fuck Tōkan you're actually down bad for this omega when that sounds like a meagre compromise that feels like it'll make you miserable, huh?

"...yeah. Sounds good." Pause. "I want a shower. This is disgusting."

Sure, Tōkan can show him to the bathroom.

"May I join you?"

Inori is already under the water and grabbing the soap. He looks at Tōkan—there's more than enough space for both of them there—and shrugs. "It's your house, do whatever you want."

But Inori proceeds to just not want anything else with Tōkan while they're both naked in the shower and he's not gonna lie he was getting horny again and was a bit hopeful, but apparently Inori only wants him when in heat.

(Except, no, Inori said a bunch of stuff that suggested otherwise... which gives him a lot of dumb hope that he's holding onto like an idiot. He's just as bad as Subaru, god, hoping Inori will fall for him if they fuck enough. He's in so much fucking trouble.)

Inori is quick and efficient about it, and only pauses for a second to appreciate just how soft and fluffy Tōkan's towels are before drying himself off and making his way back to the living room to grab his stuff.

Tōkan only takes a minute or two longer but when he's in the living room Inori is already dressed and masked.

"Later," he says with a two finger salute, but then he stops and adds, "and thanks," before fleeing out the door.