hakurenshi | Of all the unspoken words (COWT10, week 2, m2) (Reply)

Prompt: omegaverse (m2)
Parole: 1500
Warnings: nsfw, alpha!yaku, omega!lev

It’s been two years since he graduated from Nekoma high school and started not only university but a part-time job too. His parents would have never thought that Lev could leave home so soon to live with someone else, and yet that’s exactly what happened. Well, not right after graduation, but during his freshman year in college it suddenly became his new reality. The best part of it is, for sure, how little Lev had to fight for his freedom: not only because his family had never been one to stop their children from finding their own happiness, wherever it could lead them to, but because the only thing they really worried about at that time was… his partner. Lev will never forget how embarrassing it was, despite the fact that he could have been worse than that. Way worse than his parents telling Yaku all their child’s flaws.

To say that his family literally adores Yaku is almost an underestimation. The moment he introduced his senpai they practically adopted him on the spot; even if Yaku wanted to call the engagement off, at this point, it would be hell. Sometimes Lev thinks it could still be possible - when he really, really makes Yaku angry, basically.

«Yaku-san, I’m home!» he says as he enters their apartment, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t get any reply and once he passes the genkan and looks at the small whiteboard they bought recently - “you keep forgetting stuff so just remember to write them down!” - he notices a note written by Yaku: dinner with colleagues, it says.

«Lev?»

Yaku’s voice reaches him from the entrance, but Lev doesn’t answer. He can feel Yaku’s scent all around him and can’t help but snuggle, inhale deeply and let a pleasant sound out of his mouth. It is the kind of comforting atmosphere he can enjoy when he’s awake but still has time to stay in bed, without lessons in the mornings; at the same time, he feels that slight arousal Yaku’s scent brings to him. It’s understandable that he doesn’t notice Yaku in the room until the older one moves his jersey jacket away from him and looks at him, frowned eyebrow and a confused look on his face.

«Lev, are you in heat?» he asks bluntly. Lev, his nose hidden in the fabric of one of Yaku’s shirts, finally lifts his gaze until he notices the older one. He inhales deeply and nods, absentmindedly. The look in Yaku’s eyes is hard to get - partly worried and partly angry, maybe? Lev isn’t sure.

«You told me it was going to come next week.»
«’m sorry, Yaku-san...» he murmurs, one of the rare cases when he’s not loud and over excited as much as he was in high school. He feels sluggish, almost feverish in a good way, but since Yaku came in the room something is definitely different. The scent that was all around him is now way stronger and Lev can feel is guts twist in a funny yet pleasant way. He was sure the heat wasn’t so around the corner that he had to ask Yaku to stay home with him, yet apparently his own body is betraying him. To build a nest with Yaku’s clothes is something Lev has rarely done since they got together - maybe it happened the first time his heat came when he was already living with Yaku, but it’s not usually like that and he’s not used to it, despite technically knowing what he’s doing and why.

He feels a cold hand against his forehead and it’s funny how it is pleasant and how, at the same time, it makes his body feel warmer. Yaku’s touch is one of the most direct expressions of how caring he is; no matter how much he threatens to kick his ass, even that is so dear to him that Lev would never give up on it.

«Yaku-san...» he calls, raspy voice and unfocused gaze on him. He thinks he sees Yaku slightly jump on the spot, but may it be because he hides it well or because it never really happened, in a split second Lev is not sure if it’s true or just his imagination anymore. Yet, Yaku’s free hand goes to his tie to loosen it and get rid of it; Lev trembles a bit when he notices Yaku unbuttoning his shirt and it’s funny how Yaku’s scent is even stronger now.

Light touches are driving him crazy. Yaku’s hands are all over him and the worst (best?) thing is that Lev doesn’t want them anywhere else.

The room is filled with just a dim light and their breathes and scents, most of the clothes he used to build a nest now scattered all over the floor together with what they were wearing who knows how much time ago; Lev can barely remember when Yaku undressed him or when he took off Yaku’s shirt to be able to touch his skin directly, no layers between them.

Yaku’s fingers are brushing against his legs, along the whole length, starting from the hip and going down and down until fingertips are on Lev’s ankles. The unbearable aspect is that Yaku never once touched his legs with his mouth, not even a kiss until now. Lev feels his lips as Yaku - finally - places a light kiss on the left ankle and trails an invisible path upwards; when he reaches the inner part of his thigh Lev jumps, never expecting a small bite there where the skin is so sensitive.

He is quite sure to hear a muffled chuckle and pouts, mumbling a «Yaku-san» that is supposed to make the other feel guilty, but the small rationality left in him suggests that it’s not going to happen.

Yaku’s index and middle finger press against his entrance, already wet and loosened enough that one of them slips inside him and makes him gasp, loud. It’s almost like being unable to breath and breathing again at the same time, a brief moment of clarity of mind in which every inch of Yaku’s body is exactly where it should be or at least close enough for Lev to feel it.

«Lev.» Yaku calls his name and it makes him shiver - his middle finger enters him too, moves back and forth, makes him gasp and moan. It’s starting to get annoying, no matter how his mind should know that this is how Yaku has always been, that this is his way to be caring despite the instinct is probably telling him to just thrust in and move and fuck him, knotting and then come inside him. It’s how an alpha behaves with an omega, no matter how level-headed and kind they are or want to be to their mate. Lev knows and he should be grateful but right now his body is shouting that he wants Yaku, not his finger or his tongue or anything else. And maybe Yaku is at his limit too, as he thrusts in without warning and makes him come.

This is something he will never come to terms with, how fast this can happen when he knows he could endure it much longer, but once in heat none of this is under control. Yaku moves inside him, touches his weakest spot over and over again and the louder Lev moans the harder and deeper he thrusts.

Lev learnt to notice long ago when he’s at his limit, about to come, and he is - again? Already? How much time has passed? - and clings to Yaku, long arms around his neck as he pulls him, face against face. It’s a hard, clumsy kiss, foreheads bumping each other and tongues making the kiss wetter. He’s tightening around Yaku, he’s doing it on purpose and Yaku groans into his mouth before one of his hands grabs Lev’s chin in order to turn his face on the side.

The bite is hard, deep and Yaku’s teeth are sinking into his skin; Lev moans, louder than before and shudders when his orgasm hits him. And it’s not only him, Yaku too comes inside him after a couple of thrusts and bites harder as if he wishes for the wound to fester because of him, to leave a mark that won’t ever fade away - and it won’t, something inside Lev knows that this is it, it’s the mark fated pairs talk about, the one that makes you belong to the other for the rest of your life.

He feels Yaku letting him go, his sweated body on him, his weight that makes it look more real; he pants against his ear, his breathe tickling Lev’s skin. He’s still not clear headed at all, yet he turns slightly to kiss Yaku’s forehead.

«...so sappy.» Yaku murmurs as he nibbles his cheek.

«Love you too, Yaku-san.» he whispers back.

A faint slap on his arm makes him chuckle.