Work Text:
Imagine there is a few more tables than in the game, I’m going for decadence here. I’m playing with the rest of the canon, why not the size of the party?
The gardens transformed into an iridescent paradise in the moonlight. Nobles and ambassadors had been added to the tournament party so the food doubled in decadence, each more delicious than the last. Everything was rich, some dishes familiar but others sinfully foreign. The wine flowed easily but fairly as they dined in the name of friendship between the realms.
The ceremony and first bouts of the tournament had gone smoothly. Yet there was something off. Even the Empress seemed to hold some unease in her posture. It could’ve just been the natural tension of the competition and Earthrealm’s obvious lead but it felt deeper than that.
Maybe it was that Liu Kang was trying to hide his growing worry. The whole world shuddered when a god started to sweat.
Johnny’s fangs felt itchy for other reasons entirely, fingertips drumming on the polished wood. The ethereal setting seemed to have inspired amor despite the weight of the tournament upon them. Servers, warriors, even some of the nobility were casting their eyes to Kenshi. His Alpha was handsome and perfect, yes, but maybe it was the way he licked honey from his fingers or the burnt sugar notes to his scent. Kenshi could never resist the sticky stuff. The man had no idea what he looked like or the effect he had on people. He swiped the juice from a ripe fruit from his lips and licked it away before quickly grabbing a napkin as he got too deep into the tasty flesh.
Some of these Outworlders were side-eyeing him like he was the dessert. Johnny was sure he would have to trip one waiter in particular for how openly they ogled his Alpha’s wet mouth.
“I’m sorry. You’re ten thousand years old? Talk about aging gracefully.”
Johnny was making fun small talk with the Princess Kitana but he was starting to get deep in his cups. When he refreshed his drink this time around he felt a hand on his arm. It was a simple touch and a casual look but it held weight. Johnny shot him a wink but relented with a nod. He was going a little fast.
Kitana didn’t hide the way she watched their interaction. “You make a fine couple.”
“Thank you, Princess.” Johnny raised his glass. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Yet I see no mate marks upon your throats or wrists,” Kitana continued bluntly, sharp eyes easily finding their unmarked throats. “You are unserious.”
“Pretty serious.” Johnny didn’t mean to answer so quickly nor make the words so sharp. Kenshi almost startled at the tone but Kitana’s smirk showed she may have enjoyed the bite. He backpedaled, fingers trying to appear casual as they danced along his wine glass. “We want a long honeymoon so we decided to wait until after the tournament.”
Kenshi tried to keep a neutral expression so as to present a united front but he had to hide behind his own glass for a moment. He was taken off guard. They had not discussed marking one another. It was more traditional back home but the states were different, varied. Would he want to go through the ceremony? It was a primal urge he’d only ever had with Johnny.
He realized Kitana was looking to him and he nodded to seem agreeable. He hated that Outworld frowned on scent blockers because he was sure his thoughts were plucking at the notes of his scent. He wasn’t sure if it was more noticeable to struggle with withholding his scent or let his chi be felt hiding it.
Either way, he was sure Princess Kitana saw through him.
“Practical,” Kitana approved. “How many kits are you preparing for?”
Johnny fell in love with the word instantly. It was such a hilarious juxtaposition to their own slang. “Kits?”
Kitana made a noise of recognition, gesturing vaguely. “I forgot your common is ‘pups’, forgive me.”
“Oh.” Now Kenshi was surely blushing.
Johnny chuckled, warm at the thought of little ones and six cups of wine. He took a deep pull of said tasty wine and leaned into the woman’s space, never one to be outmatched on energy. “As many as possible, Princess.”
Kitana closed the last polite space between them, voice low but still teasing. “Have you come to us expecting?”
“Maybe,” Johnny lied smoothly. He tossed his head toward his Alpha. “This one can’t get me off him. He’s a perfect gentleman about it.”
Kitana’s knowing gaze cut to Kenshi and Johnny could smell the spike in his own scent. He hoped it didn’t come off aggressive but he was getting tired of these more straightforward customs. If they were back home Johnny would be able to run his mouth, and if the roles were reversed no one would bat an eye at Kenshi punching someone out for his ‘honor’.
All dynamics and social levels seemed to have an eye for his Alpha. Even Mileena and her right hand Tanya had set covetous eyes on him. They had shared unspoken words in a language Johnny fully understood.
Earthrealm may be backward but Outworld felt hungry.
“Yes,” Kitana cocked her head to seem thoughtful. “I imagine he’s obedient to you.”
Johnny’s smile got tighter. “I prefer you not imagine.”
“You prefer I touch?”
Kenshi’s jaw dropped at their brash words. He felt like he was going mad. They were certainly not doing something like this in the middle of the feast? His eyes darted around. They were far from alone at this stretch of table but no one seemed to have noticed. That didn’t mean much with such cunning company. His breath caught at his Omega’s next words.
“Only if you’re watching from my lap.” Johnny’s fangs were on full display. His eyes glowed in the candlelight but it was more than that. Emerald and gold flashed in his gaze in a way that mesmerized Kitana. She enjoyed his oil-slick threat disguised as a promise. “We can make it a party of peace. Your mom and Kang will be thrilled that we get along so well.”
Kenshi discreetly pinched his partner’s arm, alarmed at his tone. “ Johnny .”
Kitana laughed jovially and smacked the table, then butted a fist into Johnny’s arm. “You are the most amusing Earthrealmer I’ve met, Cage! I enjoy you very much.”
“You too, Princess.” Johnny raised his glass and she offered her own, clinking loudly. “Cheers.”
Kenshi watched them drink with a relieved sigh. He could admit when he was outmatched and Johnny’s personality somehow suited this place. He was so glad to have the Omega with him now in a den of snakes. His partner was the most charming predator in the lot.
As the conversation turned more friendly, Johnny laid a hand on his knee under the table and gave it three playful squeezes.
Perhaps Johnny felt the same ease. The thought pleased him.
At another table, Raiden leaned into Liu Kang’s space to share a whisper. “Respectfully, what do you see in him?”
“He is a hero, Raiden.” Liu Kang watched the easy way Johnny lit up and then cooled back into laughter with Kitana. “He only has to choose it. You will all have a part to play.”
‘ For better or worse .’ But there was no reason to trouble Raiden with his faint visions of a vast army or how he swore it was blonde hair he saw at the crux of this universe. Something nagging but getting more clear every day. Nothing Raiden could help with.
Not for now at least. He had to speak to Geras about the divergences he had witnessed, and his weak visions.
xXxXxXx
“So we find him in Outworld and bring him here for questioning?”
“Yes. If what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”
Kenshi had been assigned to lead their trio into Outworld. The Alpha seemed cool and collected but he kept glancing at Johnny from the corner of his eye. “Anything else?”
“Shang Tsung is a master of deceit. Do not trust a word he utters.”
“Sounds a lot like my first agent,” Johnny joked, trying to break the tension.
Kenshi shifted strangely. He was holding tension in his shoulders and he wasn’t meeting Johnny’s eye. He was just starting to admire the way Kenshi’s lip looked getting bitten on when that mouth opened up to slap him in his metaphorical face. “With all due respect, Lord Kang, I would rather have Raiden accompany us.”
There was a beat of silence and Johnny sneered as the question hung between them. “Rather than–?”
Kenshi’s nostrils flared. A part of Johnny instinctually took it as a challenge and rose to his full height. “He would be a better match than you in many regards.”
“Many?”
Kenshi had the good sense to wince at the word.
“This mission must be done quietly,” Liu Kang persisted gently, stepping forward and subtly getting between them. “I am breaking my word with Empress Sindel by sending you into Outerworld without her knowledge. Because of the tournament, Raiden’s face is known. It would put you at far greater risk of discovery if I sent him with you.”
Johnny was still seething when Liu Kang gave Kenshi the key item for their mission to succeed. “This talisman is attuned to Shang Tsung’s chi. Follow it to him.”
It was graciously accepted.
“And be careful.” Liu Kang put a hand to the Alpha’s shoulder and squeezed. “I am counting on you, Kenshi. May the Elder Gods protect you all.”
Johnny’s eyes were burning holes in the Alpha. Liu Kang continued on like he didn’t notice how the Omega was ready to attack. “You have an hour before you must leave. Please take the time to refresh yourself and change.”
xXx
Kenshi followed Johnny far away from the others, taking a few corners so they could get some privacy. They found an empty building with a lockable door within – it would do. They still needed to change into their suits but he could sense this storm would take some handling.
“Here’s what I’m hearing,” Johnny started hotly, tapping his ear and making a face. “You want me to stay at home like a good little Omega so I don’t get in the way.”
“I don’t remember saying any of that,” Kenshi countered.
“I can do more than help, you know that. You’ve seen it.”
Kenshi stood up straighter and tried to assert himself. It was something he’d done a thousand times on one vile mission or another but in front of Johnny he somehow felt lacking. “As your Alpha, it’s my duty to protect you. We have the numbers, you can stay back and guard the portal.”
Johnny laughed in his face and he felt a sting in his chest, then a liquid warmth. Humiliation. His cheeks burned and he could only sputter as Johnny advanced on him. Anyone else and he would bulked but there was something about Johnny that made him come to heel. He was grabbed and manhandled against an ornate polished desk.
Johnny shoved him rather hard. His lower back hit the wood and the slight pain made him gasp, the sound higher pitched than he would’ve liked. It was true. He sometimes forgot how strong his Omega was.
“You think you can tell me what to do? You think you can boss me around?” Johnny barked in a sharp tone that went straight to Kenshi’s dick. “Don’t get me wrong, babe – in bed, if you’ve earned it, I’m completely yours. If you put a ring on it, sure, we can have a discussion. But here? Now?”
Johnny scoffed, fangs out and eyes alight. “Absolutely not.”
“You are not trained in stealth.” Kenshi was fighting for his fucking life. His mind flooded with a distracting mixture of possible domestic bliss and ‘earning’ his way between Johnny’s thighs. It was so tempting. He breathed through his teeth, trying not to gulp down Johnny’s dominant pheromones. Plum ripped to wine, tart and heady. His partner’s scent made him feel drunk but he dug his heels in, fighting it. “I’ve been an assassin most of my life. I could move quieter than you inebriated and bound, Johnny.”
The words were overly harsh. He was swamped in guilt for speaking against Johnny but he didn’t want the Omega in danger. Now he was crumbling in submission in the face of his ire. He wanted to protect but he wanted to be good. No one had ever made him such a stupid mess before.
“Liu Kang thinks I need to go and that isn’t enough for you. You think I’m a damsel in distress.” Johnny sucked his teeth, offended and prickly. Of all the people to discount him, Kenshi had not been on his list. “News flash, asshole – I was picked for your super special club. Dead last, sure, but get over yourself.” He shoved a finger in Kenshi’s chest to make a point. “They came to my apartment. Remember that.”
“That is not my intention, in the slightest.” Kenshi was struggling not to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He was starting to hear how stupid he had sounded in front of Liu Kang and it was doing things to his hindbrain. “I’m worried about you being maimed or dying just out of reach.”
Omega thinks we are worth protecting. He is wrong but good. Sweet.
“So could you!” Johnny shot back, fisting the Alpha’s shirt. His fist trembled like he wanted to shake him, or the adrenaline was getting to them both. “And that’s not supposed to tear me up?”
Kenshi frowned deeply. “But I’m the Alpha. I should go.”
xXx
Johnny flinched at the dated statement. The genuine confusion on Kenshi’s face broke his heart.
“Yeah? To what, die alone?” Johnny tried hard not to tear up. His chest felt so heavy and Kenshi looked so solemn. “You genuinely think there’s a part of me that’s not screaming to keep you back just because of our dynamics?”
Kenshi nodded, sure of his grim decision. “It should be me.”
Johnny felt stupid for taking so long to put it together. He wasn’t sure if it was growing up in the shadow of his family’s guilt or the crushing weight of the Yakuza through his adulthood, but deep in Kenshi’s traumatized heart he thought that to be true. He saw his worth in the stereotypes of his status. He valued what he could do for Johnny. It was a fun kinky time to order his boy around but it was another thing altogether to be a deeply rooted problem. This was not their nest. Kenshi wanted to lay down his life in some sort of honorable sacrifice.
Johnny wasn’t sure if they had time to unpack all of that but he really needed to fuck Kenshi the way he preferred. He knew his Alpha would love his strap if he just got a taste of it. He wasn’t sure how to handle the weight of this moment so he let his instincts take over. He wanted to give Kenshi something to live for.
And his Omega was chittering to bend this gorgeous thing over and show him how beloved he was.
Johnny pushed the heartbreak down and let it fuel his need to show this man how he craved him. Even if it meant choking him a little.
He pushed Kenshi around and pinned him to the desk with his hips, wrapped an arm around his neck and held him carefully when he started to struggle. Johnny tightened up just enough to make him feel it and pressed flush so he could feel what he did to him. He pet down Kenshi’s side and pinned his hand to the wood when he tried to grab for him.
“J-Johnny-”
“I should drag you home and put you in my fucking nest for a week, remind you that you’re mine.” He laid a wet, possessive kiss on the Alpha’s throat. “And my shit is expensive, Kendoll. I take care of it.”
Kenshi shuddered and Johnny pounced on the vulnerable moment, grinding against his plump ass. His Alpha moaned in surprise, the sound cutting off when he released his throat to snatch his nape. Kenshi’s pinned before he can shake off the surge of pleasure. Johnny loved that he could throw this powerful warrior off kilter. He pinned him with intent and bullied between Kenshi’s legs, kissing their knees only to spread him wide.
He could feel the next shudder more intimately.
“Do you have any idea what I would do to you if we were home?” Johnny growled, lacing their fingers against the table and quietly making sure he was grinding the Alpha’s cock against the table in a good edging way and not a pinching way. He wanted Kenshi dizzy with pleasure so he never forgot who exactly was in charge here.
“Johnny?” Kenshi’s voice was already cracking, squirming and pushing back into every move. He’d only choked him a little. Johnny was sympathetic – it was hard for an Alpha to bend over the first time. The emotions could be overwhelming and he could hear Kenshi willing but curious. They had played at this game but Kenshi needed a firmer hand it seemed.
“I have a strap I know you’d love.” Johnny let his thoughts slip out, leaving Kenshi’s hand to start working on pants. Button and zipper gave way under his practiced touch. If he hadn’t been able to smell Kenshi’s interest he could now feel his hard flesh. His own pants took even less time. “Real leather, gold entail, ruby studs – the best toy with it isn’t too long but it’s big. I bet you’d like a fat cock, don’t you babe?”
Johnny hid his moan beneath Kenshi’s, dragging his fingers briefly through his folds to coat them in slick.
“Just enough to kiss your spot,” he continued smoothly. “I’ve heard how whiny you get when you’re inside me. You just wanna’ be full.”
The second Johnny curled his wet fingers around Kenshi’s cock the Alpha whimpered loudly, fist banging on the table at the contact. Johnny kept him down by the nape and his Alpha humped helplessly into his fist.
“I’ve never, I haven’t–” Kenshi’s words were tangled, scent an alluring mix of confused arousal and embarrassment. So he had thought about it. He knew his boy had a submissive streak and had probably imagined some faceless partner mounting him in the dark of night. Johnny would be sure to blow away all those half-formed fantasies.
“I know,” Johnny hushed, stroking him firmly and drawing all sorts of wonderful noises out of him. Kenshi’s whimpers were so pretty. The way he spread his legs and arched felt utterly practiced. The fact his Alpha had never allowed anyone this pleasure made Johnny ravenous, possessive . He wanted to eat him up by the handful. He felt himself get a little mean again he played with the head of the Alpha’s cock, thumbing the spongy flesh until he felt his knees try to give.
“What’s that?” Kenshi husked, pawing at the table as he tried to look behind him. Dark eyes had a glimmer of crimson and his lower lip was bitten up from suppressed pleasure. “Your hand’s wet…”
“If I had lube I would be fucking you, sweetheart,” Johnny rumbled. He could feel Kenshi’s knot fattening up and gave it a good squeeze. It wouldn’t fully form from just this but he knew how sensitive he was there. No Alpha could resist having their knot and balls played with and his sweet thing was no exception. “This is all me.”
The smell of slick must have hit his Alpha because his lashes fluttered, nails digging deep into the desk. Kenshi whined and Johnny wasn’t sure if he knew what he was doing but he threw it back. Kenshi’s ass was a marvel, round and thick above tree trunk thighs that made him want to squeeze. He couldn’t wait to put his boy in his lap, bend him over – he wanted to see those cheeks red from his palm or his hips, he didn’t care.
“Fuck.” Johnny tried to keep a rhythm but he was getting lost in it. He wished he was strapped and they could make this a party but they were in the middle of saving the world. “You’re such a good boy. Your body already knows you’re mine. Just gotta’ remind the rest of you.”
Kenshi’s face was hot with shame but he was keening, clawing and pushing at the wood while the Omega scented him. Humping and rubbing against him until all he could smell was warm wine and golden Omega cunt. He was nodding, choking on any words that weren’t his name. He had never thought about getting fucked before but now his mind was all consumed with the idea.
Only Omega. Only him. We belong to him.
Johnny’s wide hips adorned in leather straps, metalwork holding a thick toy of his Omega’s choosing. Johnny would touch him in a way no other had – lubed fingers inside his hole, working him open, playing with parts of him that had never been pressed. It would ache but Kenshi wondered if the toy would be heavy inside him. Would Johnny mount him or make him spread his legs in the way others had only done for him? Would he demand a show or would Johnny bully him into his nest, force him lovingly on his hands and knees until he was fully exposed. Would he take?
It wasn’t uncommon most places but Kenshi had never had space in his upbringing to indulge in such fantasies. It was something he would only ever consider with Johnny no matter what happened.
‘I want him to take me. Keep me.’
Be good.
He wanted to be perfect for Johnny. The Omega’s hand felt claiming around his knot, he wasn’t sure any partner had dared to touch him so possessively. Not with the Yakuza’s brand on his skin. Now his Alpha side was stirred up like a hornet’s nest. He could feel his rumble more than hear it over the sound of his own slutty noises. He felt drunk, dizzy and useless against the wood, cheeks burning as he kept trying to spread his legs more but was hindered by his pants.
How Johnny moved against him – he couldn’t breathe. Kenshi could almost feel how perfect they would fit together. He loved how they had coupled before but this new prospect made some sort of liquid heat pool inside him. He was clumsy with it but he found himself presenting, mouth watering as he thought of Johnny doing it for him during his heat.
Johnny only relinquished the hold on his nape to seize it with smaller fangs just shy of bruising. Though his head was fuzzy with his own pleasure, he was relentless on Kenshi’s cock. His mouth was unhinged, pouring his lurid fantasies out without his permission. “Could fuck you so good you think you’re in heat. I’d have you begging me to knock you up by the end of it.”
Kenshi hated how loud and ragged his breath was, giving away the desperation he was trying so hard to hide. His vision was hazy and saliva pooled in his mouth, tears building as he hiked his hips up. He wished they could fuck like that now. He could see it when he closed his eyes. That golden god body covering his, pinning him, armored in a way Kenshi had never considered but was now obsessed. The thought of Johnny’s hips encased in leather straps made for leather had him clumsily wiping his wet mouth off on his sleeve. He wanted so badly to be under Johnny like that. To be ravished, to be bitten into submission by his handsome Omega. Such thick muscle and that generous mouth was just stopping short of branding him.
The rush Johnny got from reducing his Alpha to whimpers was intoxicating. He finally felt like he had some sort of control back. Kenshi was his. Neither Outworld nor this tournament would change that. He wanted to bite at his ink and drag his nails down his skin until all those wandering eyes would know who he belonged to.
“I fucking loved it when we got here, how they looked at you. But they just never stopped.” Johnny huffed into his shoulder, wanting to rip the material away so he could mark more of him. He squeezed the slight swell of Kenshi’s knot until he dragged out a deep groan and he could feel him physically throb. The pressure may have been on the edge of cruel but Omega was so close to the surface, hissing at him to mark this perfect Alpha as their own. An ugly serpent of jealousy twisted in his gut and his fangs were practically tingling with possessive rage. He had never coveted a partner like this and he had no defense against the intense feeling.
Kenshi tried to look back at him, raven lashes shining. “What? Looking…?”
“You think someone like Kitana can give you something I can’t?”
They both seemed shocked as the words escaped. Precum dripped thickly down Kenshi’s cock but it was Johnny who moaned as his fingers caught in the evidence. He scratched over Kenshi’s hip and jacked his cock so tight he went up on tiptoe. A string of curses in multiple languages left Kenshi’s lips and his fist pounded on the table again, struggling not to beg and scream for something to fill a part of him that had never been touched.
Suddenly Kenshi wanted to truly get fucked and Johnny could feel it. But he was shaking his head, wanting no one but Johnny. Gods, he felt like a mindless mut under him. Drooling, shaking, wagging, begging – fuck, would he put a collar on him if he asked nicely?
Though neither saw it, his eyes flushed with scarlet. Johnny’s were nearly glowing as he released him only to gather a fresh wave of slick on his fingers. The Alpha panted like the good pup he was when his favorite scent strengthened. Johnny leaned over him, practically mounting him so he could get in his ear.
“You’re not a prince, babe. You’re my doll.” The filthy whisper had Kenshi humping his fist and reaching back to weakly paw at him. He was trying to get him closer, trying to tug on his clothes, trying anything as submission fogged his brain. Johnny played dirty, wetting his other hand in his soaking cunt before bringing them up to the Alpha’s face. He let them tickle lightly over his throat first, marking him in the rich scent, touching just under his lip before slipping into his mouth. “My pet Alpha.”
Kenshi suckled needy and tight at his fingers. The raw taste of Johnny pushed him to the edge a lot faster than he’d intended. He wanted it to be his cunt, his ass, anything – but getting a mouthful of his Omega’s lust and manhandled so well was more than enough. It was like having a head full of sparklers and thoughts of getting turned into some kind of collared pet in the bedroom.
“Consider this manipulation.” Two of Johnny’s fingers sat firmly on his tongue, teasing at choking him while he started up this twisting motion on his cock that had his thighs shaking. “I’m going with you. Now and always.”
It sounded like he was proposing. It was Kenshi’s undoing.
“Don’t leave.” It was the barest of whispers once the fingers left his mouth. Johnny caught the plea and trailed nipping kisses over every part of exposed skin he could find. Poor thing. He wouldn’t let him go even if he ran. It made him feel tender even though he was working his Alpha’s cock like he’d been paid.
“Pretty boy. Pretty pup.”
He slurred the words against his throat as bit at him. He tried not to mindlessly hump him but he was drowning in the siren song of Kenshi’s scent. He wished they had more time, be somewhere else, anything, but Lao was waiting. They needed to hurry but he was dragging out every moment he could. He wanted Kenshi to remember this the next time he had doubts.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I got you.”
“Yours, Omega,” Kenshi pleaded as he came, curling in as much as Johnny’s dominant stance would allow. “Just yours.”
Johnny’s almost-prickly lust softened as Kenshi’s came over his fingers whining the whole time. Oh. He really was his sweet boy. Johnny covered him protectively as licked over the little mark he’d left. He purred sinfully loving words of affirmation as he gentled his touch, working him through his climax. His Alpha was trembling so he scented and soothed him, tucking him away into his underwear once he was done. He wiped his hand off carelessly on his own pants before hugging Kenshi close from behind once more.
Kenshi greedily drank down the affection and let it ease him down from his high. There was a weird kernel of morose he couldn’t quite shake. A sliver of guilt left over. “Don’t be angry with me.”
It was just a whisper but he wished he could take it back immediately.
“I’m not,” Johnny promised quickly, nosing at him and squeezing him around the waist until he could get him to sit up. He kept nuzzling into him until he got a quiet, content noise through the panting.
“I shouldn’t have said that in front of the others.” Kenshi was still looking down at the table and his neck was purposefully bared. “I know you’re capable. More than. I’m selfish. I don’t want you hurt. I should have waited until we were alone…talked to you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re perfect,” Johnny hushed him, heart mending in the places he had torn at with his hasty temper. How he needed Kenshi to temper him. Look what he had done. He hated the way his boy’s voice trembled from something else than what they’d done. He was no better than an Alpha sometimes. Kenshi truly did deserve to take the reins now and then, on this team and between them. “You were just being a good Alpha, protecting me. Protecting your mate.”
It turned into a question at the end as he worried he’d overstepped his bounds. Kenshi was quick to straighten up and look back at him, suddenly wide eyed and vulnerable. Johnny swallowed thickly, knowing he looked the same. “Kenshi, I–”
“Yes,” the Alpha rushed out, turning in his arms and grabbing at his waist. It felt tighter than normal, like he thought he was going to bail. “I want you safe. I…I want to take you away from here.”
Johnny grabbed his waist and lifted him up on the table way too easily. Kenshi actually laughed at his Omega’s easy strength and how perfectly he fit between his legs as they pressed close again. They were so evenly matched most of the time, it felt nice to be definitely taller. He was able to peer down into those golden eyes he had grown to adore so much.
Johnny looked just as flushed as he was and the kiss they shared was far sweeter than he’d expected. They stayed like that for a minute or two, enjoying one another, trying to imprint their scents to memory. Their hands wandered, nails scratching lightly over sensitive skin to bring up goosebumps.
Johnny strangely wanted to say he was proud of him for letting him take his frustration out on him but that felt a little wrong in the face of the moment. Words weren’t hard for him but emotions were. Voicing what was in his heart felt embarrassing at the best of times. It had never been a problem before because he’d never really given a shit about his previous partners’ thought of him.
Kenshi’s good opinion weighed heavy on his soul.
‘I shouldn’t push my soft boy like this.’
“You have good instincts, and a good heart. Thank you for trying to protect me.” Johnny knew he sounded sappy but the way their cheeks brushed felt so good. Kenshi suddenly clung to him more tightly, burying his face in Johnny’s throat to scent him. A rumble started up between them. Johnny smiled and buried his fingers in his damp hair.
“We’ll protect each other, okay?”
Kenshi nodded wordlessly. His Alpha was clearly overcome. Johnny would put him back together again and then they would get dressed.
For right now in the dark of the spare room, they had time to quietly enjoy one another. Liu Kang could wait. Kenshi needed him and he needed to memorize all the notes of his scent. Johnny forced himself to remember every second of this moment so he could bottle it up, take it with him on the days to come.
Just in case.
“I’m usually not like this,” Kenshi muttered shyly, still hiding his face. “This is…different.”
“Be like this with me.” Johnny let the words get lost in his hair. “Just me.”