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Moving into an apartment with Draken was Mitsuya’s second favorite day of all time.
Becoming Draken’s mate was his first.
Dynamics for them, for everyone, had always been unique. The people who appeared omega-like were the ones doctors often qualified as alpha, and vice versa for omegas. Sex characteristics didn’t always tie directly into physical features, so Mitsuya wasn’t at all surprised when he caught wind of Draken’s first heat in high school.
Mitsuya had been there to help him ever since.
Despite that, though, Draken did suffer from an intense feeling of inferiority that he could never soothe. Draken often told Mitsuya, “I have all the characteristics of an alpha. The guys think I should be one, too. Why aren’t I?”
Mitsuya tried, he really did, but there was no bundle of words he could use to salve the burns of Draken’s self-loathing. It took his mate three years post-high school to even confess to the others in Toman he had forced himself on suppressants and tortured his body just to hide his true dynamic. The boys accepted him immediately, of course, but Mitsuya always caught Draken with a sad sparkle in his eye. All he could do was press their heads together and nuzzle the dragon tattoo they both shared.
“It’s fine,” Mitsuya would always say. “You’re fine.”
He was sure, though, that Draken didn’t accept that. That he didn’t see how perfect he was, how amazing he was, and that every day that passed he continued to loathe the very things that made him Draken.
It was bittersweet for Mitsuya.
You’re fine. He always said. He wasn’t sure who he was reassuring anymore.
But when Mitsuya got home from a long day of working in his studio, only to be greeted with the strong stench of gala apples and smoke the moment he called “I’m home,” he knew something was definitely, definitely not fine.
“Draken?” Mitsuya called into the dark apartment as he kicked off his shoes.
Shit, what day is it?
He quickly checked the calendar on his phone. Draken shouldn’t be in heat right now. But off the suppressants, Draken’s body was a vengeful bitch for the hell he put his body through as a teenager, and it just loved to torture him with irregular cycles and intense heat swings that they could never really be prepared for.
“Ken?” Mitsuya said again and padded forward.
His socked feet barely made a sound against the wood floor, and he shouldered off his backpack at the door to their shared bedroom. The scent was even stronger there, stirring a deep-seated in his alpha instincts. Mate.
Stop it, Takashi. He plugged his nose, tried to clear the fog in his mind.
“Ken, I’m home.” Mitsuya tapped his knuckles lightly on the door. “Can I come in?”
He paused. Waited. Heard a soft groan from the other side, followed by a muffled, “Yeah.”
Mitsuya gingerly eased the door open, mindful of the squeaky hinges if he moved it too fast, and slipped inside. The curtains were drawn, and the room was illuminated only by the glow of the television, paused on some ad for prescription medication. The blue-tinted light highlighted Draken’s form, curled up in a mountain of Mitsuya sweaters that they always had on standby, and Mitsuya released a soft chuckle at the deep rise and fall of his mate’s chest.
“Glad I saved those instead of donating them,” Mitsuya said.
Draken’s face was buried in a burgundy shirt, inhaling deeply. “Damn straight…”
Mitsuya glided into the room, shutting the tv off and nudging the curtains open just a little to let in the dying natural light.
“Doing okay?” Mitsuya turned toward Draken. Though blocking his nose wasn’t working 100%, it gave him enough clarity to be attentive. “Need water, anything...?”
Draken lifted his head a little from his nest and stared at Mitsuya with eyes that made his heart nearly stop.
Fuck, Ken.
“You,” Draken croaked. “Just need you.”
Mitsuya gave a small nod and lowered his hand. The strong scent of Draken flooded his nostrils, and his mouth watered with the overwhelming desire to be with his mate. Sometimes, he hated falling face first into those instincts, doing what was expected. But other times, he didn’t care. He’d do anything to make Draken happy.
“I’ll take good care of you, Ken,” Mitsuya whispered. “Just leave it to me.”
Mitsuya was stripped out of his clothes in seconds and had them folded neatly in a pile before Draken could whine about the force of habit. (Honestly, he didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t just leave them out to wrinkle. ) Once he was satisfied with his small stack of clothes, he climbed on the bed, shoveling the old sweaters and shirts to find his lover already naked beneath. Mitsuya laughed.
“That needy, huh?” Mitsuya teased and trailed his fingers down Draken’s chest.
His mate shivered at that.
“What do you expect?” Draken grumbled. “My body betrays me every time.”
The self-doubt always started like that, a little trickle until the spout burst and Draken was on another round of suppressants that ruined his cycles even more. Mitsuya couldn’t have that, couldn’t let his mate continue to spiral and spiral and spiral into those messy thoughts. So gently, Mitsuya cupped Draken’s face and pulled him into a kiss.
He tried to take it slow, gentle—but Draken was nipping his bottom lip and begging to be devoured, and how could Mitsuya say no ? Mitsuya forced his tongue past the seam of his lips, and Draken was moaning into the kiss every time Mitsuya brushed against his soft palate or traced the ridges of his teeth.
Beautiful was the only word that could really concentrate all of Mitsuya’s love and affection for this man. My beautiful omega . The mark on Draken’s neck, on both their necks, would always prove it.
I love you so much. You are amazing the way you are, Ken.
When Mitsuya disconnected their lips, a thin trail of saliva breaking when he dove down to his mate’s throat to plant a kiss on his mark, Draken was already panting .
“Takashi,” Draken whispered. “It’s bad. Need you bad.”
“I know,” Mitsuya hushed him gently, brought his fingers to his entrance. Just prodding his rim made a fresh bout of slick rush out of him, and Mitsuya groaned. “Fuck, Ken, you don’t know how much that turns me on.”
Draken lifted his hips, tried to push on Mitsuya’s finger, moans getting swallowed in his throat. He always forcefully controlled his vocals in bed. Draken hated sounding as desperate and needy as he might be, and it always resulted in him biting his lip so hard it split and bled. He was doing that now, front teeth digging hard into the fragile skin as Mitsuya rubbed circles on his entrance.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Mitsuya brushed a thumb over his lip gently to get him to release his vicious hold. “Remember, you can be as loud as you need to be, Ken. Don’t need to hold back with me.”
Draken shielded his eyes with his arm, but his leaking erection betrayed his body’s desires.
“Shut up,” Draken mumbled. “You just want to hear me moan like a bitch.”
Mitsuya plunged two fingers into his hole at that, and Draken released a strangled moan as his hips lifted.
“No, Ken,” Mitsuya emphasized his name with a thrust of his fingers, fast and deep. “I want to hear you because you’re my mate. Mine.”
Draken threw his head back into the pillow, baring his neck to Mitsuya and erratically breathing in time with Mitsuya’s movements. His mate didn’t try to protest, didn’t try to argue, just let his eyelashes flutter as the pleasure washed over him.
It was their sign. I give up . You win.
Mitsuya grinned. “Good boy.”
Draken’s whole body shuddered at that, and it only got worse when Mitsuya lunged forward and latched onto his neck with his teeth, driving three fingers as deep as they could go in him. Draken moaned, long and loud, and Mitsuya suckled on the spot he made right next to their mate mark.
“Fuck, Takashi, I can’t, I can’t,” Draken whined. “I need your knot, fuck.”
“I’m sure you’ve been waiting a long time for me to come home,” Mitsuya mumbled soothingly and nuzzled the side of his head. He extracted his fingers and nudged Draken’s legs to bracket his hips. “I’m so sorry, Ken. I’ll make sure to get home faster next time.”
More slick rushed out of Draken and coated the back of his thighs when Mitsuya rubbed the head of his dick against his entrance. He had to resist the sudden urge to thrust all at once, because gods, Draken was so damn beautiful and perfect, and he needed to know that.
“Alpha, please,” Draken panted and lowered his arm from his eyes.
They were glossy, pupils blown wide, small tears of desperation forming in the corners.
How could Mitsuya ever say no to those eyes?
He loved it when big, strong Draken crumbled in his arms. Loved that Draken trusted him with a part of himself that he hated most. So Mitsuya just smiled softly, leaned forward, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Alpha will take care of you,” Mitsuya promised.
And he thrusted in.
With all the slick, there was no resistance, and he was buried to the hilt in one go. Draken gasped and scrambled to latch onto his shoulders, but Mitsuya was already moving, pulling out until only the tip remained before ramming back inside. Any gentleness he had dissolved into a fast and brutal pace that had Draken holding on for dear life as he lifted his hips up into Mitsuya’s lap, trying to coax his cock deeper and deeper. Mitsuya had to move his arm to his lower back just to support him as he pistoned in and out.
“Ah, hah,” Draken moaned, mouth opened, drool collecting in the corner of his lower mouth.
It was enough to make Mitsuya’s dick throb.
“God, I love you,” Mitsuya said between thrusts, between breaths, watching the way his lover and mate unraveled at the seams. “I love you so much, Ken.”
If Draken heard him, he didn’t acknowledge, because he was arching his back hard when Mitsuya brushed against his prostate.
“There,” Draken said. “God, please, there—ah!”
Mitsuya leaned forward, caging Draken in his arms as he railed into that spot, over and over. Slick gushed out with every movement of his cock, soaking the bed, and Mitsuya buried his face in Draken’s shoulder just to breathe in his beautiful scent.
“Fuck, Takashi, Takashi!” Draken keened, nails scratching down his back as his hole spasmed around Mitsuya.
Mitsuya sucked in a hard breath, slowed down his thrusts to let Draken ride out the orgasm.
“Feel good, love…?” Mitsuya asked, his movements slow and shallow.
Draken groaned softly. He always had a moment of clarity after an orgasm while he was suffering from his heat.
“Yeah…” Draken mumbled and nuzzled Mitsuya’s hair. “Felt really good…I think I’ll need more though.”
“I got you.” Mitsuya lightly tapped his thigh as he slid out. “Get on your hands and knees, please.”
He gave Draken a moment to recover before he rolled on his stomach. His arms were weak from the haze of heat, so Draken opted to lean on his forearms as he lifted his ass into the air. His hole was already red from abuse, gaping and leaking slick.
“Such a good boy…” Mitsuya praised, his fingers dancing down Draken’s spine as his omega whimpered into the pillow. “Have I ever told you how good and perfect you are, Ken?”
Draken shifted his hips from side to side insistently, and a pleasant feeling washes over Mitsuya. He knows.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Mitsuya chuckled. “Good boys deserve rewards.”
Draken moaned loudly into the sheets when Mitsuya slid back inside. Though he liked seeing Draken’s face the best, this position was a close second. Mitsuya would always plaster himself to Draken’s back, bracketing his head with arms as he started to thrust ruthlessly back into his abused hole. He was still so tight post-orgasm, and Mitsuya rolled his head back to moan from the pleasure.
“God, Ken,” Mitsuya said. “You always make me feel so good.”
Draken only groaned in response, rolling his hips to meet Mitsuya’s thrust until he was keening again, and Mitsuya had to grab his hip with one hand to keep him upright. At that point, Draken already felt like jello, so Mitsuya thrust into him with no abandon, chasing after his release.
But god, Draken was just so beautiful —his bangs plastered to the side of his face, his mouth kiss-swollen, his eyes glazed over from his mate, from their love, from the pleasure Mitsuya could give.
Mitsuya drove his hips harder, slamming into his prostate with each thrust.
“Takashi!” Draken moaned like music to his ear. “Ah, ah, ah!”
Each thrust was staccato, short and quick, and the rhythmic slap, slap, slap , made Mitsuya’s lower stomach ache from the building pressure.
“You’ll make me cum from all your noises, Draken,” Mitsuya whispered in his ear, nosing at the dragon tattoo that they shared. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes—ah, yes!” Draken moaned. “Want your knot!”
“You sure you do?” Mitsuya kissed along the skin, licking up the beads of sweat. “I could breed you, you know. Fill you with my children.”
They had discussed the possibility of trying for children for years now. Heat-hazed or not, they were very clear about their decision in the event that something like this happened.
And they both agreed that they wanted to try .
“Please.” Draken was basically begging at this point, his strong voice cracking, and Mitsuya cracked, too. “Please, Takashi, breed me .”
Any composure Mitsuya had was gone, and he was soon fucking into Draken like his life depended on it, driven by the moans and groans from his mate as he thrusted into his tight heat.
It didn’t take long before he felt his knot forming, pushing against Draken’s rim insistently. Draken’s knees had all but slipped out of place, so Mitsuya was just fucking him into the mattress mindlessly. He wasn’t sure how many times his mate had cum like that, plastered to the bed, but it was a few from the way Draken’s head would roll back.
“I’m going to breed you,” Mitsuya nipped his ear lightly. “You want that, Ken?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Draken chanted, lost in the abyss of pleasure, and Mitsuya was close behind.
A thrust and his knot forced its way past Draken’s entrance, filling up his hole as Mitsuya cummed deep inside of him. Draken whined and arched, and he spasmed again when another orgasm racked his body.
Fuck. We did it. Mitsuya wasn’t sure if he should feel giddy or allow post-orgasm tiredness to settle over him. But he lightly kissed the side of Draken’s head and slowly rolled them onto their sides so they could be more comfortable.
“How are you doing, Ken?” Mitsuya asked, gently rubbing circles on Draken’s stomach. If he pushed enough, he could feel his own knot buried deep inside of him. “I know this omega stuff is always hard for you…Thanks for indulging me.”
“It’s fine,” Draken mumbled. “Just…sometimes hard to hear myself like that.”
Mitsuya lightly peppered the back of his shoulder blades with kisses. “Well, I don’t think any differently of you. I think you’re beautiful.”
Draken snorted. “You’re my mate. If you thought differently of me, we would have bigger problems to worry about.”
“True,” Mitsuya chuckled lightly before he tucked his chin on Draken’s shoulder. He couldn’t hide a smile when Draken covered his hand with his own. “But just know I do this because I love making you feel good. I love you, Ken. I’m not doing it to fuck an omega. I have better self-control than that, wouldn’t you say?”
Out of all the alphas in Toman, Mitsuya was the one who resisted his urges the most because he despised the feeling of being collared by his dynamic. Sometimes, Chifuyu would bite Baji out of possessiveness while they were in the middle of a meal, or Mikey would try to rub his scent all over Draken despite him being claimed. It’s probably why Mitsuya understood Draken best—every decision he made, he wanted it to be made with intention , not just to get off because his body demanded it.
“Yeah, you do have better self-control,” Draken admitted. "And I love you, too.
“Besides, you haven’t heard Baji moan. If you think you’re loud, just wait—”
“I’m good,” Draken cut him off with a chuckle. “Don’t think I want to hear that.”
“Exactly,” Mitsuya said. “So don’t worry too much about this stuff, and focus on the positive.”
Draken tilted his head a little so Mitsuya caught sight of his cocked eyebrow. “The positives of being an omega?”
“Yup,” Mitsuya said. “Like…”
He pressed his palm flat against his stomach, and Draken obviously understood, from the quick way he turned his head to hide in the pillow.
“Shut up,” he said. “Probably didn’t work.”
“I dunno.” Mitsuya hummed. “I’m feeling pretty hopeful about this one.”
Draken was sated for about an hour after Mitsuya’s knot went down, and they were back at it for Round 2. Or 3. Or 4. Or 5.
And every time, Mitsuya drove home how perfect Draken was, how much he loved him, and he soon felt his mate melting into his embrace, accepting his gentle words, and not fighting back.
It was beautiful. It was perfect. Mitsuya couldn’t be happier.
Hoped Draken was just as happy, too.
“So does a cross mean pregnant or not?”
“I don’t know, what does the box say?”
“It says it’ll say if it’s pregnant, but it doesn’t say a damn thing.”
“Draken?”
“Yeah?”
“You have it backward. The text is on the other side. Flip it over.”
“Oh shit.”