He laughs. "Sorry, just—you looked so turned on by fingering me like that, you were enjoying yourself so much, it seemed to follow that you'd want that." Pause. "And you do."

"...yeah."

The fuck's this dude.

.......whatever, Inori is still not naked even though Tōkan pretty much is and so he's pressed against Tōkan's cock and that's just making him get crazy wet.

"Fuck me. Please. Maybe later I'll—but right now—I need—I want to feel it."

Tōkan leans up to get real close to Inori's ear and whisper: "When you ask so prettily, how could I say no?"

Inori feels a shiver run down his spine in a way that is not related to the heat at all.

Tōkan reaches down to start pulling Inori's trousers down but as soon as Inori recovers he earnestly helps.

And then he reaches behind himself for a drawer in the little table next to the sofa for condoms because he has learned to be prepared.

And now he's naked and watching with undisguised interest as Tōkan puts the condom on ("Is that the bit where the knot goes?" "Yeah, the rubber is stretchier there.") and wondering for what must be the fourth time today at just how fucking unreasonably large that thing is and how much he's going to be split in two no question.

It's definitely completely overwhelmed with desire that he has these thoughts, though. "Put it in me," he whispers once Tōkan is done and he's sitting on Tōkan's waist while Tōkan keeps teasing him with his dick. "Just do it. All of it. Don't stretch me, I just—just go in."

Such a slut, Inori. You're debasing yourself for an alpha's cock. Nicely done.

Tōkan looks at his face for a second, but doesn't question it. "Let me know if I should slow down," he says instead, and then holds Inori's buttocks and lifts him up a little bit to adjust his cock into the right position, then starts releasing Inori's weight onto him as he pushes.

The prolonged, high-pitched moan is something Inori will never admit ever happened. Not to him. Nothing like this.

But he doesn't ask Tōkan to stop, not until he's all the way in, at which point he does say, "Wait. A bit. Please. I need to—get used to this." His precum is pooling on Tōkan's lower stomach, though, and even without moving at all, just from the way he's breathing Inori feels jolts of pleasure (and pain, he has to admit) every second.

Tōkan waits patiently, but... he can't... actually keep himself from knotting at this point. It's just too much. The pheromones, Inori's face looking at him with tears threatening his eyes and that naked lust. He never thought Inori could look like that and now he never wants Inori to look at him any other way.

Inori feels the knot growing inside and takes one startled breath in before he starts outright moaning. Well-done, evolution, that knot's pressing against both his cock and his prostate, he's pretty sure, and by the time it's gotten to full size Inori's found himself holding onto Tōkan, who sat up at some point to give him more stability. "God. Tōkan, you're—that feels—oh god it feels like it's going to kill me. Fuck me. Please. Never stop. I need you."

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."