"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.

"Me too. I feel that way too. And I... I want... just... just do it..."

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—"

He doesn't. He lets it happen. He—he kisses back—

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.

"Please—no, don't—stop—don't stop, please, I need you—get away from me you stupid alpha—please—fill me, fill me with your seed—don't put that in me—no, do—" And the litany of protests and pleading goes on, and he's not sure even as wet and ready as he is it'll enough for the knot—which Tōkan seems to agree with at some point, except he agrees with the wrong thing, because he's positioning himself to enter Inori anyway, and that's all he's ever wanted and needed in his life, and when he feels Tōkan entering him he wraps both arms around Tōkan's neck and moans loudly. "Please—stop—you won't fit in—it hurts—don't do this—" But all of his complaints and objections are undone by his pulling Tōkan even closer in, kissing Tōkan, biting Tōkan, pressing himself down onto Tōkan, and he wants it, wants it so much, he needs it—

"I'm sorry," Tōkan whispers just before he starts getting the knot in, and the way Inori's biting his neck hard enough to draw blood he knows it must hurt like hell, but even the verbal protests have stopped now, Inori's just whimpering and moaning and crying—

—and now he's inside.

Inori screams. He just actually screams, it's not a moan, it's not anything else, it's a scream. And it's Tōkan's name, Tōkan's given name, he's screaming this stupid horrible shitty sexy amazing beautiful alpha's name again and again. His body's both made of gelatin and of some kind of spring that will never let go, he's melting and he's pulling Tōkan against him so hard he's afraid he's going to break Tōkan's bones. He can taste Tōkan's blood in his mouth from where he broke skin, and even that tastes delicious, so good, so fucking good, "Please, Tōkan, please, more, I need you, I need it, please—"

Tōkan buries his face in Inori's neck, Inori's chest, Inori's shoulder, and there's not a whole lot of pounding he can do while knotted all the way inside but what little of it there is he's doing, he's pushing Inori against the floor, Inori's legs still spread open for him, welcoming him, wanting him— "Inori—fuck Inori—you feel so good—mine—you're mine, you're—I'm going to—"

Inori comes a second before Tōkan does, and it's more than he's ever come before, he's beyond sounds now, he's beyond coherent thought, he knows exactly what Tōkan was talking about when he talked about instincts and being taken over because all he wants is Tōkan, Tōkan inside him, Tōkan touching him, kissing him, licking him, saying his name, god whenever Tōkan says his name he wants to cry—

He needs more.

So they go at it again and again and again and again over the several hours it takes for the sex to subside Inori's heat and Tōkan's rut, at which point Inori immediately falls asleep.

Just in time for Tōkan to have a protracted panic attack.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what did he do he didn't even have the presence of mind to get a condom on he completely lost control he had sex with an omega fuck fuck fuck fuck he fucked up he fucked up so bad he's just as bad as his father he's just as bad as Hōji and Karato he swore at least he has morning after pills (but it would be just like Inori to not want to take them, the madman) fuck shit fuck he raped an omega he's a rapist he should turn himself in he should talk to the police fuck if Inori wants to bash his skull in it'll be just deserts he won't even move out of the way he fucked uuuuuuuup

"...hey," Inori says a half hour later, not turning around to look at Tōkan (and at least this way Tōkan confirms that he didn't bite the nape of Inori's neck, thank god), "get me some water."

Inori sits up as Tōkan is getting his water and Tōkan doesn't make eye contact as he hands Inori the bottle. "I'm sorry."

"...why are you apologising?"

...he can only stare, at that.

Inori looks at him and frowns. "Well, don't. I'm not apologising either. I'm not sorry."

"—you're! I was the one who raped you!"

He scoffs. "Fuck off. If I didn't want it to happen I'd just have killed you."

Tōkan thinks this is some self-serving pride-preserving bullshit but he won't argue, he's seen that there's no point in that already. "Then at least take a morning after pill," he says, reaching into his bag for a box of same.

"I'm not stupid," he says, standing up and taking a swig of the water bottle. "I have my own." Which he has to rummage through his clothes to find.

But also this "standing up" business 1. displays Inori in all his naked glory and 2. makes it clear just how much Tōkan came. There's cum dripping down Inori's legs, not that he seems to mind it, the dumbass. And Tōkan finds himself horny again, this time in an entirely mundane "staring at a hot boy with cum dripping down his legs" way. "And get a pregnancy test," he adds, looking away again. "The pill might not be enough."

"I'm not stupid," he repeats. He finds his pills and takes two with the water.

"—and I should give you my number. If, ah, if anything happens anyway—I'm very willing to take responsibility—"