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The vast field extended across him in all its greenery, the spring sun shining down the morning dew. Nanami took a deep breath of the fresh scent, filling his lungs with the clean and fragrant air of the countryside he had grown. It had been years since he could indulge in such amidst the pollution and noise of Tokyo, and the endless monotony of his office job, chained to his desk from 9-to-5 with barely any days off. Though the last had been by his own accord, Nanami had neglected taking a proper vacation the past 5 years, only ever calling a day off when he had fallen inevitably sick or bedridden by his heat.
These days suppressants helped with those dreaded three days when he was uncomfortable, way too warm even in the cuspide of winter and inconveniently horny out of his mind. He hated those days since he had nothing better to do than go to work in such a state, bathed in scent blockers and suppressants that gave him awful headaches and didn’t completely stop creepy alphas taking a whiff of his scent on the train, or rot in his bed, panting and whining pathetically for a knotted dildo that barely got him through the days.
It was miserable. Nanami didn’t have prejudice against his own subgender, and though he faced some discrimination by snobby and perverted alphas, the modern world had accommodated to working and independent omegas just fine. But in the past five years, as Nanami passed the thirties threshold, his heat had become vicious. As if his body revealed against him for not giving it what it instinctually craved every six months, his omega restless and angry at what his plastic toys could never provide, and what Nanami refused to ask of any alpha he had encountered in his life.
Except for one.
A pang of melancholy invaded his chest as scents started mixing in Nanami’s nose, bringing him back to the sight in front of him. Others started arriving at the mating run clear. It had been even longer since the first time that Nanami had been here, to take part in a tradition that was mostly frowned upon these days but that his parents had insisted he partake in.
“At least one last time, Kento.” His mother had pleaded, her voice filled with worry and motherly love. She wasn’t trying to hurt Nanami or impose him, but merely asking as a mother who worried about the deep dark circles under Nanami’s eyes because of the endless hours at the office, the stiffness on his back by hunching over his desk, and the distressed pheromones that were so etched in his scent that he hadn’t even noticed them as he walked inside his family home.
“You never know.” His older sister patted his shoulder, a reassuring smile brightening her face, a tale of her own experience as her mate waited for her at the living room with their father and older brother, six months pregnant with their second child after they have met at one of the annual mating runs almost ten years ago. His sister had been one to badmouth the tradition and call it useless and old fashioned, though her motives as a player alpha had been totally different from Nanami’s. Now she looked as if speaking about it was her favorite topic, and Nanami knew that if he let her, no one would be able to stop her from telling the story of how she and her mate had met all those years ago. So Nanami heaved a sigh and nodded, agreeing to what he thought was the worst possible way of wasting the vacations he had put off for so long.
But he swallowed the knot in his throat and smiled back at his mother, watching an ever bigger gesture pull taut the wrinkles around her lips, a jovial air to her face that Nanami remembered from his childhood.
It seemed that he only evoked nostalgia with everything he did after deciding to visit his hometown. His childhood bedroom turned into a studio but still painted of the same blue shade that once had been hidden under band posters, the strong after taste of his father’s inherited liquor, and the mix of scents of his parents and older siblings that he knew by heart as he grew up surrounded by. And though all the small details of the times he hadn’t had to worry about finances and stocks, reports and overbearing superiors had brought comfort to his stiff shoulders, a dull ache, long buried at the back of his heart, also invaded his chest.
But how could Nanami tell them? How would they even know? When he had packed his tears along the boxes of his belongings and his broken heart in the farthest corner of his suitcase as he moved to Tokyo to go to college.
Now he realised how much it still hurt, standing on the same field that he had been in eighteen years ago, his now empty hand intertwined with Haibara’s, his only friend in town, classmate, and promised mate to be at the time.
The sun had been shining down Haibara’s dark eyes back then, making its black seem translucent and endless as he promised to claim Nanami in the next mating run as soon as they came of age to take part in, before a car accident had taken that promise away from the both of them, and Haibara’s life.
A goodbye. That’s what Nanami intended it to be, the sole reason why he had gone through the whole ordeal of preparing the heat inducers and taking them this morning. He was tired. Tired of the work, tired of the lonely nights, tired of the days aching for something he was too afraid to run after. Endless working hours and financial matters had been an excuse for far too long, and Nanami hated to admit, even to himself, that he wanted more, as he mulled about the mating run in the sleepless nights leading to it.
Was he only saying goodbye to Haibara by standing in the same field he had once been with him? Or was he finally letting go of his inhibitions and own restrictions? Neither was final as Nanami couldn’t simply erase who he was and his own history. But as his mother said, it was for the last time. He would come out of the whole thing unmated, just as he had the first time. Eliciting a comforting smile on his mother’s face -now filled with more remorse and worry- like back then, and then he would go back to Tokyo with one less thing weighing down his shoulders, and maybe, just maybe, he would for once listen to Gojo and sign up for one of those dating apps that one of his oldest friends from college wouldn’t shut up about, maybe even cutting back on overtime.
It was all easier said than done at three am when Nanami didn’t have to put in the actual work.
In the field, his nose itched with the whiff of scents that mingled around him and made him sigh in defeat.
He had been an omega for long enough to distinguish between newly presented pups that were too eager or inexperienced to control their own scents and the more put ones from older people. Right now his nose was being violently invaded by potent scents and excited pheromones. The fresh and clean air he had indulged in just moments ago was now heavy and rich with a group of people on heat and rut inducers, brimming with excitement and instincts. Laughter and chatter filled the quiet now, and Nanami let himself be pulled into idle chat with another older omega that approached him cordially.
Another reason he was so sure of coming out of the whole thing unmated was that Nanami was by far the oldest unmated omega in the group. He refused to look around and confirm his suspicions if only because his resolve would crumble under the weight of it, but his nose guided him enough to know the wolves around him were young. Even the omega that had approached him was only in his late twenties, and the oldest people that came out for the run were already mated couples, indulging in their instincts for a fun time in the woods.
Nanami didn’t expect any of the young alphas to even take notice of his more muted scent as others omegas were sweet enough to make his teeth ache, not that he wanted to mate with a pup or any of the sorts. He had his whole life back in Tokyo, a full time job and an apartment to come to, bills to pay and responsibilities piling up in his mail during the days of his vacation. Truly, getting chased by a pup would only inconvenience him.
As the organizers of the annual event went through the instructions and typical pleasantries that Nanami had no intention to listen to, his heat became a molten ball of lava in the pit of his stomach. The sun that so warmly had greeted him that morning now grew scolding as he started sweating, transpiration making his light shirt feel damp, his jasmine and gooseberry scent thickening.
A low rumble started forming in his chest, instincts taking over as time progressed and the prospect of the mating run drew closer. A bit of panic started to set in Nanami’s gut. He hadn’t been so vulnerable and exposed for over a decade, used to muted heats tucked in the safety of his room or staled by artificial means. Being in the open while his omega side slowly took over filled him with anxiety and excitement. He could feel his blood drumming, his heart beating steadily faster, growing restless on his feet.
With a deep breath as the organizers wished the best upon everyone, Nanami let his omega take over like he had never done before.
Running was invigorating even for his tired limbs, he could feel the knots in his body and soreness in his legs go away as adrenaline pumped through him. Only during his first mating run Nanami had experienced the way his heat spurred him on during the chase, but at the time Nanami had been filled with sadness and an endless emptiness that screamed about how wrong it was that he was alone, chasing nothing, reaching for something that had been abruptly ripped from him.
His mourning was a dull ache now, a scar that no longer stung and bit his skin but only pulled when he dwelled for too long about it. Haibara had never seen the depths of the woods as the sun shone through the branches and leaves, but the sight wasn’t unfamiliar to Nanami. Here the years hadn’t erased every trace of familiarity for him, and as young wolves passed him to follow the most used path, Nanami derived from it to stray away.
His plan was to stray as far as he could from the main path before slowing the pace and then take a stroll through the woods to the nearest clear where he could enjoy the quiet of the night and the moonlight until the time to go back to the field came up. His induced heat would recede after a few hours if he didn’t find a mate, and Nanami could get on his way back to the city to enjoy a few days left before returning to routine.
The terrain started to become thicker, denser under his feet, signaling that he could start slowing the pace as he had come far from the more used areas for the hunt. His omega reared its head, snot high in the air, trying to steer Nanami back to the main path and closer to the other scents as they became distant. His heat hadn’t hit with full force yet and Nanami could still fight against his instincts to run as far as he could before his wolf started to revolt.
Threes became ticker ahead as Nanami’s breath grew labored, his body being engulfed by fire as seconds passed and the discomfort from his omega became stronger. These minutes were crucial if Nanami wanted to win over himself and find refuge in a clear field to ride the next hours in solitude and tranquility -as much as his omega would allow him anyway-.
As he was about to charge past a point of no return, a whiff of a thick scent stopped Nanami right on his tracks, almost making him collide face first with a bulky three.
He took a deep breath of it as he whipped his head to look behind, amber and musk with a hint of citrus so rich that it could only be way too close for comfort. Nanami’s omega brimmed with invigorated interest as horror downed on him.
It couldn’t be. Nanami made sure to take on the most unused path to ensure he wouldn’t cross ways with other wolves in the middle of their hunt, choosing a trail that would deter others from approaching due to its difficulty to traverse so no wolf could have gotten lost on their way. That only left one option left.
The scent filled his lungs and taste buds as the amber invaded Nanami’s every sense. His heat flared then, stronger than ever, engulfing his body in flames and desire. Every nerve in Nanami stood with a need so deeply rooted inside him that it made his whole body tremble even if he couldn’t make sense of it.
On one side he felt absolute dread at the possibility laid in front of him as the scent grew closer, the sound of footsteps reaching his ears. While the other part of himself, his most instinctual one, couldn’t stop the excitement brewing in his gut. He felt slick drip between his thighs, dampening his briefs much to his horror.
A branch cracked by Nanami’s left side and suddenly all the air left in his lungs as amber and musk flooded his respiratory system.
In front of him was a young man, younger than Nanami would have liked him to be, shirtless and panting from the exertion of the run. His tanned skin glistened under the sun filtered by the leaves, casting shadows on his toned physique, accenting all the right places as Nanami’s eyes raked down his figure. His chiseled jaw was set in a low snarl as he tried to catch his breath, cheeks flushed as pink as his hair was, framing a pair of honeyed eyes that bore into Nanami with an intensity close to the sun.
He was clearly as much in rut as Nanami was in heat, but instead of the disbelief marrying his features as it did with Nanami’s, a huge smile spread across his face as he finally spoke.
“Found you.”
Of all the scenarios that could have possibly crossed Nanami’s brain, actually being hunted by an alpha hadn’t even been one of them. Even less by an alpha quite as the one in front of him. His scent was thick, rich and unveiled. He wasn’t controlling his pheromones either, and the exhilaration and desire exuding from the other hit Nanami like a freight train.
“I lost you for a bit back there as you steered away from the main path... Actually, I collided against a big three and it took me a bit to come back to it.” The alpha followed with a short giggle that reverberated across the branches, high and clear like a bird’s song, as he scratched the back of his head, almost bashfully, slowly approaching Nanami that was still rooted to his spot, contemplating him in shock. “But I got a good nose, y’know?”
As the alpha took one bold step forward, Nanami reactively took one back, snapping out of his stupor finally. This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. All his plans and expectations were suddenly crumbling right in front of him as his omega trashed inside him, almost launching itself at the alpha in front of him.
“Oh.” Was all the alpha said as he took on Nanami’s tensed up posture.
“What are you doing?” Nanami blurted through gritted teeth, his voice low and visceral, filled with frustration as his heat licked at his veins with renewed force. The harsh tone made the alpha’s eyes grow bigger, almost comically round.
“Hunting?”
“Yeah, and why are you here?”
“Cause I’m hunting… you?”
Nanami swallowed hard as the words left the alpha, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.
“Why?” He growled, alarms blaring inside him as he could no longer delude himself of reality. His heat was at its peak, his scent growing wild with the pheromones of an alpha so near, making his legs quiver as his gut tightened. Adrenaline coursing through him.
“Mmm…” A darker shade of pink colored the alpha’s cheeks as he finally averted his eyes from Nanami. “C-cause I wanna m-mate with you?”
An unexpected whine left Nanami’s lips abruptly, a sound so needy and raw that the same heat grew in Nanami’s face as the alpha immediately looked back at him. Honey eyes growing bolder, glazed with wanton. Nanami’s omega could have submitted right there and then, rolling on his back to let the alpha do as he said, but Nanami couldn’t just let it happen. No matter how much he found himself wanting it, or how much his cunt throbbed and dripped.
“I’m Yuuji by the way, what’s your-?” The alpha started, but Nanami was already retreating back to take a leap to his right.
Run. Was all he could think about, heart pulsing with adrenaline. He was torn between his stubbornness to flee from the woods, away from the strange alpha, and his instincts that only spurred him on by the exhilaration that a chase could give him. He knew that his heat would only grow stronger now that his omega had his sight on a potential mate and that all inhibitions and doubts that Nanami hosted would be whipped away when the alpha caught him, that he would bare his neck whether he wanted it or not. That’s how instincts worked. Even if he fought and tried to claw and bite at the other, his heat would cloud his mind, his nose would guide him to that rich scent, soothing the pain and the emptiness inside him with the need to belong, to please, and the worst part is that Nanami didn’t find that possibility as awful as he had thought once.
He ran, but he knew that he wasn’t running at full speed, that even if he commanded his legs to move his body was only going as far as to give the alpha enough time to follow through. His scent was nearing by the second, and the sound of light footsteps growing louder. Even as Nanami tried to flee into the woods, swerving between trees and leapt cross stone to escape. It was clear that the young alpha was up to any challenge, undeterred in his pursuit.
Just as Nanami was about to swerve into another direction, trying to throw the alpha off one more time by using his own speed, his foot caught in an intricate tangle of roots, sending him flying into the three before him, but before he could collide full force with it, a pair of arms closed around his waist and pulled him into the other direction.
“Omph,” the alpha whined under him, taking the brunt of the fall but never easing the hold of his arms around him, not even as Nanami tried to pull away with desperation. “Wait, wait, wait!”
“Let go. Now.” Nanami commanded, trying to sound firm even as his voice wavered when relief washed over him by the scent engulfing him.
“No! Wait, just…” Nanami shoved harder, until with a final thrust to the alpha’s ribs he managed to dislodge the arms around him, but before he could go any further the alpha managed to roll them over. “Please.”
Almost as if the alpha had commanded him, the plea so desperately whispered in his ear, Nanami stilled completely. All the fight left his body at once, fear and trepidation giving way to a sense of belonging that was as equally frightening.
He couldn’t even tell whose heart was beating so hard, the rapid flutter of the alpha’s chest pressing against his back, scent thick all around him. Nanami couldn’t even smell his own scent with how strong the other’s was, addictive. He filled his lungs with it as the heat in his core swelled.
“Please don’t run away.” As the alpha’s hot breath brushed against Nanami’s nape, a full body shiver overtook him.
“You- don’t-”
As he shifted, he felt the alpha’s hard cock brush over his ass. He was hot, delirious, the alpha’s body solid and warm behind him.
A low growl resounded in Nanami’s ears, and for a fraction of a second, he swore he could feel the brunt of a pair of canines brush against his neck. It immediately sent his body still, pliant to the touch, baring his neck to the alpha without a second thought.
“Fuck.” The alpha breathed, fingers digging in Nanami’s waist, bruising, possessive. “I-I shouldn’t… not so soon.”
One second Nanami was kissing the grass and the next the alpha turned him over, pinning Nanami beneath him. A breath away from his lips.
Nanami sucked in a breath, taking in the full force of the alpha’s scent. There was no place he could run off to anymore, nor that he could even fathom it now. His legs had become almost jelly, body hotter than during any previous heat, desperate and eager to offer himself, to submit.
His feverish eyes fixed on the alpha’s face. Yuuji.
Long gone was the bright and uncaring smile from their first encounter, though the frown between the alpha’s eyebrows and slight pout did nothing to calm Nanami’s troubled heart at how young he looked. If anything, it tugged at his heartstrings harder, making his instincts to please flare.
“You smell so good.” Yuuji breathed, shamelessly taking a deep whiff of Nanami’s scent, burying his nose at the junction of his jaw and neck, sending a shiver down Nanami’s body. As if on cue, Nanami lifted his hips. He swirled them slowly, feeling the blunt pressure of the alpha’s cockhead brushing against him as their legs knocked into each other. A soft whine vibrated against Nanami’s neck, almost wounded. “I could only smell you in the field. It was driving me insane to start.”
The words choked Nanami, spoken so sincere and eagerly, as if the alpha’s desire was a fire that would consume them and everything around them, engulfing even Nanami’s fears.
“You-you can’t.” Nanami tried, fighting a long lost battle with himself, pointless when pleasure surged in waves through him as the alpha ground his hips back against his core, only separated through their thin shorts, mandatory for the run.
“I can’t?” The alpha finally pulled from Nanami’s neck to look him directly in the eye, leaving the spot he had been nibbling on sore and pleasantly throbbing. He looked puzzled, hesitant even, instead of the anger Nanami expected from an alpha being denied, but the longer he stayed under Yuuji, the more he realized he was no ordinary alpha.
“Young, too young.” He tried, trying to hold back the moans threatening to spill as the wet spot on his shorts grew larger.
“But I’m twenty two.” The alpha whined, confident, as if that made it any better. A thirteen years difference between them should scandalize Nanami but he was far too gone to care as much as he should. “How old- mmm… Your name first…” The alpha hesitated, searching Nanami’s eyes.
“Nanami.” He grumbled.
“Nanamin!” Yuuji beamed, causing more excited pheromones to intoxicate the air.
“No.”
“Please… I’ll be good. I can be good.”
Nanami could feel his jasmine blooming under the musk, intertwining with the citrus and amber, making him salivate. It was like breathing new life into his lungs, a deep ache finally soothed. All apprehension bleed out of him as the alpha nosed along his neck, leaving a wet trail of kitten licks all over his jaw and pulse point, a low and constant rumble easing him into the younger’s touch.
“Don't you want this, Nanamin? Don’t you want me?” Yuuji almost begged, but despite the whine on his tone, his scent spoke of anything but hesitation, sultry and thick with desire and possessiveness, pheromones heavy.
Yes. Nanami wanted it. He wanted him.
Despite his better judgement, his trepidations and the suddenness of it all. Even as the face that greeted him was unfamiliar yet so inviting.
Nanami didn’t know this boy. He was older than him, much older. And his whole life awaited him in the city, a life without Yuuji. Yet, he wanted him.
His omega finally quieted inside Nanami, for once completely in synch with him, no longer frustrated or rebellious as he bared his neck, letting his pheromones mimic the desire in Yuuji’s scent, pure heat in his hazel eyes as he fixed the alpha with a sultry stare.
“Alpha.” It was spoken not in submission but as a command, firm enough to erase any doubt from the younger. Nanami was willingly giving himself away.
A goodbye, and a welcoming.
The first touch of their lips hurt, teeth colliding with each other in their haste, desperate and unfamiliar. Pleasure coming in big waves now, skin against feverish skin, hands trying to grab anywhere, roaming under clothes and brushing against sensitive spots.
Nanami arched into Yuuji’s touch as his fingers brushed against his nipples. A shock of electricity leaving him breathless.
“Can I? Please, Nanamin.” Yuuji whined, tugging on his shirt. It was sweet that Yuuji was still asking, clearly eager to please, but Nanami’s heat riddled brain was starting to become desperate with the pace. He felt empty, so desperately empty now that an alpha was so close and intimate with him. He wanted. No, he needed Yuuji to claim him.
So Nanami surged upwards, claiming Yuuji’s lips in their second kiss, this time deeper, licking at the alpha’s lips until they opened for him. Their breaths mingling with each other as their tongues intertwined. He could feel as instincts took over the younger as his fingers ripped through the thin fabric of his shirt. His shorts followed right after as Yuuji laid him bare under the weight of his body pressing him down, warm and solid.
Yuuji was burning up as much as Nanami, his body temperature scalding now that they were skin against skin, but Nanami didn’t want to ever pull away.
“Na-Nanamin, I-I want- I need…”
“I know. Take it, Yuuji. I’m yours.”
A deeply satisfied rumble surged from deep within Yuuji’s chest as Nanami clung to him, pressing Yuuji’s face against his scent gland, encouraging him to mark him further.
Yuuji’s hands found Nanami’s thighs and spread him wider, fitting himself more comfortably against his core. Rutting up, still fully clothed, against the mess that was Nanami’s cunt.
Their breaths grew labored, Yuuji’s canines bruising against Nanami’s sensitive skin as his fingers brushed against his clit, gentler in contrast when spreading Nanami’s puffy lips open.
He was so wet that Yuuji didn’t need to prepare him for long, and he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the wait anyway as the alpha finally took himself out of his clothes, his length hot and throbbing against his pussy.
It was heavy, making Nanami hold his breath in anticipation and instinct. He had spend so many restless nights unsatisfied, feeling empty even as his knotted dildos filled him, cold and pointless, but the alpha hovering over him was warm and solid, skin soft and muscles taught.
His lips parted. His tongue spilled saliva. His blood wound in liquid fire as Yuuji kissed him, sinking into him agonizingly slow, spreading Nanami open to the shape of his cock.
They both panted against each other’s lips as pleasure overtook them. Nanami allowed himself to finally moan unabashedly, while Yuuji whimpered and groaned against his skin. Panting Nanami’s name like it was the only thing he could cling to for dear life.
“Ngh, it’s good. So good.” Yuuji moaned, burying himself to the hilt in Nanami’s heat, not allowing the omega any reprieve before he was engulfed by the alpha’s rut induced hunger.
The heat in Nanami’s gut grew tighter as Yuuji fucked the air out of him. Some kind of missing puzzle piece was slotting itself with every pointed thrust. Where he lacked control and experience, the alpha made up with vigor, hitting dead on against that spot inside Nanami that sent stars flying across his vision.
Yuuji’s words were slurred, desperate, a string of incoherent pleas that Nanami couldn’t deny even if he wanted to as they both neared their highs, Yuuji’s knot pressing against Nanami’s pussy, trying to fit inside. All his reservations from days ago seemed useless at the mercy of instincts. He wanted to belong, to please and nurture, to give himself to this alpha that cried for him so sweetly.
As Yuuji’s knot pressed inside him, Nanami bared his neck, his own plea spoken almost silently, barely a whisper above moans and growls that only the alpha could have distinguished.
The pain of Yuuji’s canines breaching his skin became searing hot for a second, whitening Nanami’s vision as he came with a shout. Pleasure spiralling and weaving as the alpha flooded the omega’s womb with his cum.
“My omega.” Yuuji mumbled, teeth grazing over trembling skin. Lips founding the edge of his jaw, the corner of Nanami’s mouth.
This time their kiss was unhurried, languid almost, deeper in a way that felt familiar. Mapping each other’s mouth to remember later, to leave a trace behind.
Nanami could feel the alpha’s cock still pumping cum inside him as their cycles could only reside so much at the threshold of a fresh bond.
Yuuji nuzzled against his mating bite, freshly open on his neck, leaving a sweet kiss over it in what could have been apologetic if it weren't for the satisfied pheromones he was pouring, coating it in his venom to soothe the pain and taste Nanami’s scent straight from the source, and the new undertone to it as both their musk and jasmine mingled together.
The gesture sent a shiver down Nanami’s back, causing his cunt to tighten around Yuuji’s length like a vice, tearing a growl from the alpha.
The sun was already descending through the treetops and Nanami could feel exhaustion clinging to his muscles and bones as Yuuji fucked into him lazily, restricted by his own knot, but as their bond fluttered between them like a living organism he knew they had all the time in the world together from now on.
As the last waves of his heat rolled out of him, Nanami came to it amongst soft sheets and the four walls of a tiny bedroom. It was still unfamiliar and poorly lit, but he remembered enough of the past three days as he had stumbled into the small house with Yuuji. He didn’t know the details yet, but it was clear that it was empty as no one had come to kick them out after their loud mating.
The bed was just as small as the rest of the room, a single bed that had almost given out under the weight of two full grown adults, though Nanami used the term loosely when referring to the alpha. Speaking of, Nanami stirred as he felt cold and alone for the first time in the past 72 hours, but his omega was still put, nestled in the depths of Nanami’s instincts and soothed by the scent engulfing him, meaning that Yuuji was near.
As he turned to the side, he was greeted by none other than the younger, sitting on his haunches right by the bed, observing Nanami with curiosity bordering wonder.
“What-?”
“Morning.” Yuuji beamed, that same boyish smile from their first encounter finding its way across his face. It was blinding, and Nanami’s tired eyes hurt from looking straight to the sun so early in the morning.
“Why are you there?”
“Just looking.” Yuuji grinned, eager eyes raking down Nanami’s mauled and bruised body.
“Looking at what?”
A soft shade of pink dusted Yuuji’s cheeks as his smile grew. “M-my beautiful mate.”
Nanami’s mouth hung open as the words sobered him up from the events of his last heat and the mating run.
“Ugh, too young.” He lamented.
“How old are you anyway, Nanamin?” Yuuji asked with a pout, visibly offended.
The older groaned before rolling on his front and ignoring the whining coming from the big pup clinging to him.