God he really wants to make Inori come like this, wants to drink all of him up, but he shouldn't, not yet, because he knows Inori will be so sensitive when he puts his cock in Inori's ass. He'll make that gorgeous face of his and try so hard not to moan. Tōkan's erection itself is staying up but he's not knotting anymore, not without the direct physical stimulation, so he knows he'll be able to go in without much trouble, even though part of him doesn't want to because going in already knotted always gets Inori to make the sexiest noises.

He loves Inori. Loves him so much it hurts, he needs to make this happen, he needs to cause Inori to feel these things. Knowing that this beautiful boy is being driven out of his mind because of Tōkan just... is the best fucking feeling in the world.

But there's only so much he can take of this, this maddening teasing, he feels like he might've precome himself dry, he's not sure he has anything left, he, he, "Please fuck me. Please Tōkan, I need—"

He pulls away again. "I don't think you're stretched enough—"

"I don't care," he says, a bit too loudly, then he clamps his mouth shut with a hand. "Rip me open, I need."

"I love it when you beg. Love it so much. Love you so much."

And to the extent his erection had been flagging it is right back up at this. Inori uses that face like a weapon.

When Tōkan has stood up to start angling his cock in Inori reaches for him and pulls him in to kiss him, lick him, bite him. "Please, please, I need, please, fuck me, please fuck me, ruin me, please—"

You know what he'll do, what he'll do is push his cock into Inori's pussy to the hilt—

—so that it's slick enough that he can start pushing it into Inori's asshole (never the order around, for obvious reasons). He was right, Inori isn't sufficiently stretched, but given the way Inori digs his fingernails into Tōkan's back hard enough to break skin Tōkan feels like he must be doing something right. He keeps his knot in as long as he can but as soon as he's fully in he lets go and it goes.

Inori is not sure how he managed not to scream. Is not sure how he ever manages not to scream whenever Tōkan knots inside him, really, he feels full to the absolute brim, he's not sure he has any internal organs anymore, it's just Tōkan.

And Tōkan leans back forward to kiss him again and start pounding.

The knot doesn't let him do it that much but by the same token even a little bit of movement there is insanely stimulating. There is no Inori anymore, there's just pure need, his mind is clear of thought and he's not even sure if his eyes are open or shut, he can't see anything anymore, can't process any senses other than touch.

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."