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“You have a really nice dick, and wow, your knot…” Bokuto says, voice low, almost reverential as his fingers skim over Kuroo’s cock.
“Dude, you’re killing me here,” Kuroo complains and tips his head back toward the ceiling. If Koutarou doesn’t hurry up and give him some kind of meaningful contact, Kuroo is absolutely positive he is going to lose his mind.
Bokuto cocks his head in that owlish way of his, just watching Kuroo carefully, fingers still barely skimming along Kuroo’s length. A smirk grows and grows until it is one of Bokuto's wide, bright grins, and he leans forward and continues to tease Kuroo until Kuroo lets out a long, frustrated sigh.
Bokuto, jerk that he is, just laughs softly and says, “Bro, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to die from an erection, even if you’re dealing with your pre-rut.”
Okay, yes, it isn’t even his full rut yet, but Kuroo heard that being with a partner in your pre-rut helps your actual rut end sooner, and sometimes it won’t be as intense. He hopes that’s true. Kuroo doesn't like himself much during his ruts. He kind of turns into an asshole. Kuroo flops down, his back hitting the mattress hard, taking in slow, deep breaths, but when that doesn’t take his mind off of his pre-rut or his growing arousal, he mumbles, “Well, I might not die from an erection, but you-”
“Tetsu, don’t threaten murder just ‘cause you’re horny,” Bokuto says with a bark of a laugh. At least someone in the room is having some fun. Kuroo certainly isn’t. After Bokuto finally gets his laughter under control, he continues, “Okay, okay, I’m done playing around.”
“I would appreciate that,” and Kuroo tries really hard to not let it come off as angry, but there is a distinct growl punctuating Kuroo’s words. “You’re supposed to help me take the edge off of my rut.”
“Calm down,” Bokuto says, and that makes Kuroo anything but calm. Actually, it draws a full, yet involuntary, warning growl from Kuroo. He even bares his teeth a little at the other alpha. Bokuto just stares at him, looking very unimpressed, one bushy brow raised in judgment at Kuroo’s little outburst. “Do you want my help or not?”
Kuroo can’t help how pathetic he sounds as he whines out, “Fuck, yes. Please ,” sounding nothing like what anyone would imagine an alpha of his stature would sound like. He doesn’t have an explanation for it either, he never acts this way during ruts. Is it Bokuto? Is it because Bokuto is a fellow alpha? It’s like he can’t help but vacillate from hostile to whiny and back again. Honestly, ruts are the worst.
Kuroo has always been interested in other alphas, so much so that back as a younger teen, he’d assumed he’d present as an omega, a very large and intimidating omega. His body had other ideas though, and he ended up presenting as a big, romantically and sexually awkward alpha, one who has desperately tried to put his interest in other alphas to the side.
Kuroo is twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but has only gone through a handful of ruts. Most alphas don’t go through them until they fully mature, usually starting around twenty, sometimes as young as eighteen, but Kuroo was a late bloomer, having his first rut at twenty-one, and he’d been miserable. The omega he’d spent it with was nice, and the omega did seem to tick something off for him in regards to pheromones when Kuroo was deep in his rut, but the rest of the time it was just one unsatisfying orgasm after another. After a few more ruts with partners who didn’t satisfy his needs, Tetsurou finally admitted to needing an alpha, but unsure of where to look for a partner like that.
Kuroo is glad society is slowly becoming more accepting of dating or mating within your own secondary gender, but people are still fairly secretive about it. Luckily, after complaining about it to Bokuto, Kuroo found out that his friend has an inclination toward any gender or secondary gender, and he even offered to help Kuroo out during his next rut. That’s why Kuroo is here, currently lying on his bed while Koutarou gives him soft, experimental touches that are driving Kuroo absolutely crazy.
The frustration builds so much, and his cock aches so badly, that Kuroo finally just bluntly asks for what he needs. “Will you please take off your clothes and fuck me already? It’s as simple as that, Bokuto.”
“Woah, woah woah,” Bokuto says, unimpressed with Kuroo’s attitude, and Bokuto’s pheromones finally flood the room with his soothing woodsy scent. “Look, I know we all get a little agitated during our ruts, but I’m here to help, so don’t snap at me,” and for the first time today, Bokuto lets out a little warning growl of his own. The combination of Bokuto’s calming scent, and the order of another alpha has Kuroo actually calming down.
Kuroo can’t force himself to look at Bokuto, but he does say a sincere, “Sorry, Koutarou,” as he reaches down and gives his own dick a stroke, trying his best to relieve the pressure he’s suffering through.
Bokuto’s hand grabs at Kuroo’s wrist, shooing his hand away to take over stroking Kuroo’s cock, giving him slow, firm strokes. “I know it can hurt when you’re like this, especially since you popped a knot already.”
That’s an understatement, Kuroo thinks, because popping a knot but not locking with someone, or without simply cumming, is like having blue balls, but a hundred times worse. He whines as Bokuto speeds up the strokes and scoots his body closer to Kuroo, lowering himself down so his mouth is against Kuroo’s ear. Bokuto’s warm breath makes Kuroo shiver and he lets out a needy whine.
“I know you want me to fuck you, but not this round, big guy. I’m bigger than your average alpha, and you’re not prepped. I’m going to get you off and we’ll worry about getting my dick into you a little later,” he says in a low whisper, and there is something about the timbre of Bokuto’s voice that makes Kuroo’s whole body sing with it.
“I need it, Koutarou. I need it,” Kuroo tries, but Bokuto gently denies him, having far more control in this situation than Kuroo does. It helps that Bokuto is finally jerking him in earnest, Kuroo’s body is screaming to let go, to cum.
“I know you need it, but you’ll have to wait,” Bokuto soothes, “Do you want me to simulate locking so you can cum?”
Kuroo can’t even manage to speak, his breath ragged and hard as Bokuto’s hand moves hard and fast over the shaft of his cock, so he just nods. Bokuto shifts his position again, pushing Kuroo’s legs wide as he settles between them. The hand jerking him off continues, but Bokuto’s other hand wraps around Kuroo’s knot and squeezes hard. He almost cries at how good Bokuto’s hand feels, large and rough with calluses from playing volleyball, strong and demanding as it refuses to release him, despite how Kuroo’s hips buck up hard, humping up in an attempt to push his knot up to better secure the simulated lock. Bokuto grins and squeezes harder, jerks faster, until Kuroo is cumming, the first pulse so intense that cum hits him in the face and drips down his cheek.
And just like a knot would stay locked inside a partner, Bokuto keeps his hand locked around Kuroo’s knot. Holy fuck, Kuroo has never had a partner do this for him before. The last omega Kuroo was with about six months ago didn’t want to take his knot, so he tried to simulate locking, but the omega’s grip was weak, and he released it as soon as Kuroo began to cum. Bokuto has an iron grip on Kuroo’s knot, despite being unable to wrap his fingers fully around the girth. Kuroo moans with each spurt of cum spilling onto his belly, and even when it stops, Bokuto keeps his hand wrapped securely around Kuroo’s knot.
Kuroo’s body literally shakes from the overstimulation. He whines and gives Bokuto a confused look. Why hasn’t he let go yet? The hand around his knot refuses to abate, and the one jerking him is still giving soft, lazy strokes, trying to coax every last drop from Tetsurou’s balls.
Kuroo’s bewildered expression must have finally spurred Bokuto to explain, because he looks Kuroo straight in the eyes as he says, “I know, Tetsu, I know. It's a lot, but you gotta endure it, bro. The more realistic this is, the more your body will respond like it’s really locked inside someone. It’ll help settle you down so you can have a bit of a break.”
Is Bokuto seriously going to keep his knot in that vice grip for the realistic amount of time pairs stay locked? That’s at least ten minutes. Kuroo makes more whimpering sounds, but Bokuto doesn’t let go until the knot naturally begins to deflate, which is almost fifteen minutes later. For the duration of the simulation, Kuroo and Bokuto share lazy kisses, and Bokuto whispers words of encouragement and tells a few silly jokes before he finally releases Kuroo’s cock and begins to clean him up. Bokuto is also right about it helping Kuroo feel more satisfied, because Kuroo’s mind is clearer than it has ever been this close to his rut.
“Did it work?” Bokuto asks as he tosses the cleanup rag over towards Kuroo’s hamper, and then snuggles down next to Kuroo. “Do you feel better now?”
Strangely, he does. He turns his head toward Bokuto and nods. “I’m exhausted, but yeah, I feel better.”
Cumming during his rut and pre-rut has always made Kuroo’s body tired and limp, but today it feels magnified, like he’s cum three times instead of only once. Bokuto seems to sense that as his fingers draw absent shapes on Kuroo’s chest.
“When you start to feel worked up again, I’ll work on stretching you. I brought a couple of toys we can try before you attempt taking me. But if that isn’t enough, I’ve been with other alphas before, even taken a few knots, so if you need me to help you that way, we can do that too.”
Kuroo’s words are slow and slur together, “But I‘d rather have you knot me,” but as he thinks about it, he doesn’t dislike the idea of knotting Bokuto either, so he finally allows himself to admit, “but maybe that too.”
“The way you acted when I held your knot, I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy it, but we can start with the other stuff next round. You want to eat something before the horny comes back?”
Kuroo shifts and props himself up on his elbows, not sure he can manage to fully sit up yet. “Food would probably be good.”
“You stay there,” Bokuto says, getting up and heading for the door. “I hope you like instant ramen, because that’s about all I know how to cook.”
“Mmhmm, that’s fine,” Kuroo says, letting his eyes close. Maybe he’ll take a little nap while Bokuto cooks, and hopefully Bokuto won’t burn the apartment down.