Tōkan has more presence of mind so he stops kissing to cover Inori's lips with a hand. "Shh, little lamb, you wouldn't want to wake anyone else up."

...he lied, he can absolutely perceive other things, such as Tōkan's deep voice saying those things to him, and he does manage to not make any sounds as that drives him over the edge and he comes.

"What a beautiful lamb you are, I could eat you up, take you whole and make you mine," he rumbles, squeezing Inori's body close to his and pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling. "My Inori. Mine."

The part of his mind that hasn't been driven incoherent by the orgasm after all that teasing is dimly aware that he's gonna be bruised and have visible bite marks again in the morning.

That doesn't help at all with the orgasm.

A little voice inside him tells him Tōkan could bite elsewhere and really make him Tōkan's.

He wants that. He wants that so much. Wants that right now. Wants to be Tōkan's, wants to belong to him, wants other alphas and omegas to be able to tell that he's taken, that Inori is his his his forever—

(He's not in heat. He won't remember this until later but he's not in heat, biting wouldn't do anything, they can't pair while he's not in heat. But in the moment, he can dream, and wish.)

And afterwards Tōkan can gently carry Inori back into the bathtub, caress him and pepper him with gentle kisses, soap him up and massage him, hold him and pet him while he cries.

(He gets embarrassed whenever he remembers, afterwards, that he cried. Embarrassed and a little bit traitorously happy. He shouldn't be happy that he gets reduced to tears like that, but if anyone should be able to reduce him to tears it's Tōkan.)

(Especially when the way he does that is by dicking Inori into oblivion.)

"Sshhhh, I love you, you're okay, take as long as you need, I'll be here with you forever, shhh, my Inori, my beautiful Inori..."

Forever.

They can figure anything out in forever. They can deal with whatever life throws at them, because they have forever.

"Love you too," he mumbles into Tōkan's skin, not quite fully aware of what he's doing... but not exactly unaware, either.

He's so in love he's so in love he's so in love this is absurd how did he luck out this much he loves Inori so muuuuuuuuuch—

"Mrr?"

"—oh, Inori-kun, hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

He blinks a few times, slowly, and tries to process what's happening.

He's... in bed. The new bed, which he now shares with Tōkan. Naked. But Tōkan is dressed—or getting dressed, rather. The blinds are shut but there's some light seeping through the edges that suggests it must be morning.

Morning.

Why does he feel so exhausted—

Oh, right, he got let out of detainment in the middle of the night and then fucked Tōkan well into the morning. It's... has it even been three hours since they got to bed? Honestly everything that happened after Tōkan started fucking him is kind of a blur.

"Wha."

"I'm getting ready for school. Kuroji agreed to give me a ride this morning."

School.

...school?

"Why."

"...it's a Wednesday."

"Fuck school. 'N me. Fuck me too." Yaaaawn.

"Love I think you'd pass out on my cock if we fucked right now."

He yawns again and rolls over to Tōkan's side of the bed so he can grab Tōkan's pillow and hug it. "Why school. Tired. Sleep."

"...damage control, honestly. I need to find out what my fa–Kokonoe-san is saying and manage that."

"Dumb. 'S dumb. You're dumb. Come back to bed."

He sits on the bed and places a hand on Inori's head, running his fingers around his scalp in lazy circles. "Sleep, love. I'll be back after school. I love you. We'll be together forever."

"...mm. F'rever. Promise?"

He leans down to kiss the side of Inori's head. "Promise."

"Mmk."