[ A part of him - a very, very big part of him - knows that he has the secret of a lifetime in his hands. Narumiya Mei, darling prince of Tokyo, is an omega, and has been hiding it since the day that he presented. It's classic, perfect blackmail material.
And Miyuki doesn't say a goddamn thing about it.
He spends the rest of their time in middle school never saying a damn thing about it to anyone. He spends all three years at Seido not saying a damn thing about it, even when they have their sharpest arguments over the stretch of long distance. And he has no intentions of saying a damn thing of it, now, when they're together after they've had the chance to grow individually, apart and independent of one another.
The only problem about this particular secret is the fact that Mei's sisters, Mei's parents, even an offhand joke from his own dad when it first came up, none of them were really... wrong. Kazuya's been around other omegas plenty, has had them as teammates and classmates alike, and even with the risk of his rut being triggered he hasn't - there hasn't been another omega he's looked twice at. No one has smelled as good as Mei had, when they'd presented. It's something that plagues him every time he goes into rut, and he maybe feels a little guilty for it.
At least nwo he doesn't have to worry about it so much.
His head lolls against his shoulder, and he rests his cheek against it, exposing the column of his throat as he grins at Mei from his own seat. Even now, he can pick up every trace of the start of his heat, and it's good. Curls something warm in his gut. In another entirely obvious, intentionally casual move, he spreads his thighs a little wider, calm as can be about the entire situation. ]
Why would I go and do that? Obviously you're having a little trouble today, yeah? [ Harada kept his secret by never touching him, and locking him away.
Fuck you. [ is mei's perfectly coherent response, because he is a perfectly coherent human who is totally and utterly composed and in control of this situation.
yeah, totally. not.
mei's heats have always, systematically, been worse when kazuya was around. it was fine for most of their junior high career and fine when they were on separate teams, but now that they're both in the pros, frequently traveling together, all of that is out of the window. kazuya is in fact probably what triggered it so early, a fact that is both astounding and infuriating. mei hates his body a little bit for being so blatantly fucking obvious, which is exactly why he's currently hiding across the room.
there's always one person his thoughts drift to during heat, after all. if he can't surpress it, he goes through fever dream after fever dream of his stupid best friend's stupid attractive face, and aggressively ignores him for a few days after to try and get it out of his head. they used to not talk every day: not a problem. now, however, the cold hard truth that mei's sisters caught onto when he was a child is present right in front of him.
mei will be damned if he gets that close. he puts his hand over his nose and mouth immediately, because when kazuya spreads his thighs apart a little he gets a faint whiff of his scent, and it almost makes his eyes roll back in his head. jesus christ. he grabs tight onto the chair with his other hand and glowers at him instead. ] What the hell do you think you're doing?
[ Miyuki laughs immediately in response, head tilting back into the chair instead now. He's comfortable right where he is, even if there's an itch under his skin to get up and stalk towards Mei. Instead, he resists it, because if anything, he wants to make Mei come to him. After all, you don't really make Mei do anything he doesn't want to do. It's like trying to lead a horse to water.
Friendship told him this much. Competition told him more about it. Working together as a battery? Forget it. He knows more than anyone else about Mei, even with Harada included. Harada keeps the secret, sure, but he doesn't know the deepest and darkest parts of Mei, doesn't know his childhood, doesn't know the history of skinned knees or snacks pilfered out of the Narumiya fridge before Mei disappeared for hours on end to play catch.
And Kazuya does. The same way he knows just how good he smells. So he doesn't hesitate to bring his hand up from where it's settled in the air between his spread legs, absently dragging calloused fingers against his thigh as he does. If Mei's going to be that way, so be it. He'll just tempt him over. ]
I came to see you, but obviously it was a bad time. I can wait, though, if you're going to be like that.
[ even kazuya's laugh sends a prickle of heat down to mei's gut. he scowls at him as impressively as possible, but it's starting to get harder with every second that passes by. a beat of sweat drips down the back of his neck, and he white knuckles the back of the chair for a beat longer, like he can keep himself grounded with it.
even with his hand pinching his nose shut, mei can't totally shut out kazuya's scent. it's familiar--it smells like home, though he'd rather die than admit that out loud--but hotter now, making the air humid. the part of him that's not stubborn is screaming at him to get across the room as fast as possible, and it's mostly clear in the way his eyes dart down to follow kazuya's hand, his fingers against his thigh.
fuck. ] Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what time it is. [ and exactly what you're doing, though mei doesn't push that out loud. they're both more than aware. ]
[ Mouth curling almost a little nastily as he grins at him, dimples in a way far from innocent, Kazuya keeps his head back and the column of his throat exposed. It's like putting himself on full display without completely stripping, and he drums his fingers briefly on the way up his thigh, before his thumb catches on the buckle of his belt underneath the hem of his shirt. With just a shift, the slightest one ever, he drags it up, exposes the line of hair up towards his navel in the process of faux-absently fiddling with the buckle. ]
Sure. Of course I do. [ It's obvious to even an idiot, let alone someone that also tracks Mei's heats. Not as religiously, but it's - innate, at this point. They're so in tune with one another that he'd never forget.
His belt comes undone, and he lets it hang loose in the loops, fingers tracing the button of his jeans now. The entire act remains casual, like he's not effectively dangling bait in front of Mei, exposing more of it bit by bit. ] So, like I said. I can wait.
[ Right here, his tone and posture imply. He pops the button. Reaches for his fly. ]
[ mei's intense scowl has faded a little, if only because things are starting to get a lot worse. after twenty some odd years of life, he understands how his body works, and it's always like this--it trickles in at first, and then hits like a fucking hurricane. he's on the precipice of it now, and kazuya is not helping.
the worst part is that he knows it's bait.
the scowl turns into more of a snarl as he pushes himself off the chair, but it loses a lot of heat in the face of mei's, well, heat. that immediate feeling of need creeps over the edge and into his brain, down over his limbs and making everything sticky and heavy. he needs to get his clothes off. he needs to get off. he needs kazuya, needs him so bad it's making his head spin.
mei sucks in a deep breath, quick, like he's bracing himself, and rounds on kazuya properly, stalking forward like an angry panther. ] You are the absolute worst person I have ever met in my entire life--god!
[ that's definitely true, even if mei's tenuous control on this situation is pretty much gone.
for his own pride, mei doesn't pounce on him right away like his instincts are yelling at him to do. he stares him down first, close enough to reach out and be touched.
surely kazuya isn't the only one starting to smell insanely good. ]
[ Without missing a beat, even as he's watching every change of Mei's expression, Miyuki pulls down his fly. It gives him a great deal of relief, in a way, even if it also makes things worse. It's pretty easy for him to ignore other omegas if he catches a whiff of pheromones, if he puts his mind into it, and maybe he'll get hard, but he won't lose himself.
Smelling Mei is completely different. The closer he gets, when he stalks over, the more he smells it, and it's the worst. That's the one omega whose scent sets him off, will fully push him past the edge of holding on by the skin of his teeth and into a rut. And he's sure this room is already starting to smell like a heat den, or the makings of one, with the two of them cyclically feeding into one another like this. ]
And yet you've kept me around this long. I've known all these years it's not for my winning personality, at least.
[ God he smells so good. Miyuki lets his eyes fall half-shut as he continues to grin, a predatory look with his teeth bared, almost like a promise, definitely anticipatory. With his pants undone, it's easy to palm himself through the cotton of his boxer briefs, the pressure giving him something to help with all of this.
No, Mei's not the only one that's toeing a line that they can't return from. But Mei's not the one that's doing it on purpose. ]
[ if the situation wasn't so dire, mei would probably laugh. yeah, it's definitely kazuya's personality.
...the sad thing is that it is, because he might irritate mei, but they're also--and always have been--extremely compatible. both intelligent with absurd amounts of drive and ambition, both obsessed with baseball, both the type to hold most people at arms' length. mei's always enjoyed spending time with him, has always considered him his closest friend, but he never once even considered the designation of mate (mostly out of spite.)
here it is, right in front of him. there's no going back from this and mei is keenly aware of it, but when kazuya reaches down and touches himself like that, just slow and easy, mei's first thought cuts across his conscious like a knife. that should be me.
and that's just about the end of that. mei's not at all weak for being shorter than kazuya, and he storms across the room to grab the front of his shirt and try and hoist him up to a standing position. it's not threatening or violent at all (especially considering how red mei's gotten) but rather get on the bed go do it now as he complains his not so real feelings. ] No, it's not, I can't believe you're taking advantage of this--actually, I totally can, damn it--stand up already!
[ For a long while there, their status as close friends probably came into question a lot for some people. During high school, they were maybe a little too - similar, self-loathing of themselves and thus loathing of the same traits they saw in each other - to really be able to get anywhere. It didn't change the fact they were friends, but them going to separate schools was probably for the best in the end. They both grew, up and into themselves and as baseball players.
Now, as a battery, they're going to take over the world.
They just need to get past this particular hurdle, first.
Miyuki lets himself be tugged at, and at first he may consider going dead weight, but... instead, he rolls up to his feet, letting Mei's hoisting start his momentum and land him right there in his space. They're effectively breathing the same air, not that it matters at this point - they're just shy of being gone, and all he can taste is the honey-sweet, warm scent that rolls off Mei. It's in his lungs, permeates them to stick to his ribs every time he inhales.
And yet, he still grins at him. Kazuya uses their height difference to his advantage, leaning right over him and into his space, their chests not touching only because Mei's fists are curled in his shirt. ] If that was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. [ And he knows that's not all he wants, that same hand that'd been touching himself reaching out to slide down the curve of Mei's ass, dead center, like he's seeking out the primary source of that scent. ]
[ mei really wants to give him a piece of his mind for that shitty comment--all he wants, he'll show him all he wants--but alas, when his tugging works and kazuya's right there mei's brain short circuits. which will certainly piss him off even more later, but for now, there's nothing to be angry about, just the sudden overwhelming hot feeling that washes over him. it makes his limbs feel like molasses, and his hands tighten in kazuya's shirt where he's holding them close together. ]
Screw you. [ he manages, stubborn until he dies, even if it ends a little breathily when he moves his hand over him, nerves practically screaming yes finally finally yes please. a part of him won't believe that this is actually happening.
the rest of him uses that grip he has on the front of his shirt to close the distance and be the first one to draw him in for a kiss. mei doesn't go in soft and sweet, either--it's all passion and heat, his mouth opening immediately, tongue darting out to part his lips.
and there's an undeniable feeling of finally that comes from it, too. ]
[ Everything about this is going more or less how he'd intended it to. Mei is, as always, reactive and easily provoked with a few comments, and it makes it particularly easy to gauge what he can say to get that reaction out of him. Miyuki has... years of practice with this, to be honest, but it's good to know it's paying off right now. Every shitty comment is tied in with every single, nasty, secret thought he's kept to himself during his ruts when he's had them triggered. ]
Sure. [ And that's another shitty comment that's just as much of a confirmation as anything else. Screw you - yeah, he can make that happen. He laughs a little again, index and middle fingers pressing down, in, like he can seek out the warm, wet heat that's a few layers away from him.
And then Mei kisses him, finally, finally.
There's no resistance when Mei hauls him in for a kiss - in fact, he opens immediately to the slide of tongue, practically meeting him in the middle. It's two forces finally colliding, a complete snap of tension that's been years, and years, and years in the making. Kazuya brings his free hand up to curl a possessive hand around the back of Mei's neck, fingers secure in the soft strands of hair there. Like he can keep him there in the same grip that Mei has on his shirt. ]
it goes in a lot of ways--mei's self control goes right out of the window, and any last little bit of calm, clear mind he had evaporates as their mouths come together. all of his instincts roar into delighted overdrive as his hands immediately drop from his shirt so they can get closer, and his arms go up and over kazuya's shoulders, hands scraping at him even through his shirt.
fuck, that feels good, better than it has any right to. he ends up moaning against his mouth, a noise deep from his chest, and mei's hips immediately rock forward into kazuya's. heat always makes him want to crawl on someone and actually having someone there is making that about a hundred times worse--especially because it's someone he likes.
not that mei's totally ready to admit that to anyone yet, but. the night is young. ]
[ The night is young, and they've got three days of this, approximately. It's anyone's guess what'll happen.
Kazuya's certainly open to just about anything that'll come out of this, especially when he gets Mei's hands clutching and practically clawing at him, that moan right into his mouth. He swallows it down, almost chases after it as he lets the kiss get that little bit more heated already. His control is still intact, but it's not a "for the most part," because he finds it hanging on by a single thread now.
Especially when he feels his hips against his. It's not a complete snap, but he thinks about how Mei had gotten him to stand in the first place. Almost like he was going to drag him somewhere else.
That's something he can take care of. So, with an excruciating kind of reluctance, he drags his hand away from his ass - although he doesn't necessarily let go of him to do it, enjoying the exploration of his body - to the back of his thigh. If he can prompt him to actually climb him like it seems like he wants to do, then he can just cart him to that bed of his. ]
[ mei's never had any trouble reading kazuya, and a situation like this is no different. even with his coherency (extremely) skewed, with the heat that's threatening to take him over, he can tell exactly where he wants him to go. they're already a battery, mental connection's practically their day job. so, when kazuya grabs onto the back of his thighs, mei easily hoists himself up, doing a little 'hup' and fully expecting kazuya to catch him.
he stares at him for a brief second as he gets up, kiss bruised and flushed, hisses-- ] Go get on the bed. [ and knots his hands in the hair at the back of kazuya's head to continue kissing him.
really, he shouldn't be expecting mei to just lie down and take anything either. he's never been much for listening to other people's commands--even heat doesn't take the bossiness all the way away. ]
[ Breaking the kiss is a great hardship, above all else, but it's worth it, to get Mei up in his arms. The one-two step of it is easy as anything, too, and that's not shocking. Kazuya catches him when he hops up, letting go of his hair so that he can make sure that he's fully supported. Even as he blinks at him when he stares him down, eyes having gone dark.
And then he snorts softly.
He would be a piss poor friend if he expected anything else out of Mei, to be honest, so he's not even a little bit surprised when Mei immediately issues an order for him. For a second, there's the absent thought of dumping him right on the bed instead of dropping onto it with him, but. A lapful of Mei sounds perfect.
All Miyuki does is bite his lip, in the middle of the kiss, as he carries him off to where the bed is. Complying, but certainly not without fighting back. ]
[ mei is exactly stubborn enough that he'd want to fight his own biology, so of course he's still a bossy brat even like this, where his heartbeat is pounding so loud he can hear it in his ears, blood turned to lava in his veins. mei's hot and squirmy and wants to be down, already, so he takes the bite on his lip with a little noise and doesn't return the favor, if only so that kazuya can drop down.
better. that's where the pushing and moving comes in. mei gets both of his hands on kazuya's (really fucking nice) chest and pushes him down so his back hits the bed, crawling back over him. mei himself has already gone bright, scarlet red, sweat soaking his bangs, but he still has the gall to look totally predatory when he drops back down to kiss kazuya again, to relish in taking these kisses that must have been meant for him, all along.
a little lower, his hips roll down into kazuya's, incessant. he's already pretty hard, and it feels amazing--he makes another noise into kazuya's mouth, and then another, shameless and letting the heat drag him down further into it. ]
[ As much as Miyuki is content to butt heads in return, when Mei is being a bossy brat, he doesn't in this particular moment. Why the hell would any sane person argue with an omega when they're climbing all over you and want you as much as Mei does? Anyone who says that alphas have all the power and are the reasonable powerhouses of the world are fucking morons, considering how easy it is to bend an alpha to an omega's every whim. They even frequently make excuses about their nature, far more than an omega would, so when he's got his omega kissing and clutching at him...
Yeah, he's going to listen to him right now.
There isn't even any resistance when Mei pushes him back. All he does is take his glasses off so that he can drop them off the side of the bed for their own safety. It means that he can't really see as much, but Mei's right there the second they're gone - and he curls his fingers into his hair in return, mouth opened and just as hungry as Mei.
But he's restless. Mei rolls his hips down, and Kazuya groans into his mouth in response to the noises he keeps making, rocking his own hips up before his hands wander. As much as he'd like to pull his hair, drag his fingers through it and along his body everywhere, he follows the curve of his spine, all the way down. Once he gets to the hem of his shirt, he slides his hand up into it, finding heated skin with a calloused touch. ]
[ the heat itself has pretty much taken over at this point--mei can feel his rationale more or less leaking out of his ears the minute he gets his thighs straddled over kazuya's lap. that feels so good, and a stream of clothes off clothes off clothes off replaces whatever last little bit of coherency he was clinging on to.
he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]
[ God he sounds and smells and feels so good. Miyuki drags blunt nails and worn palms along the length of Mei's body when he gets access to the shift of muscle and warmth of skin. It feels so good, so right, and every movement is a little bit of friction against him. But it's just not enough, so.
No resistance comes when Mei goes for his shirt, though he's loathe to stop touching Mei's body. He just lifts his arms up so he can tear the shirt off him, likely never to be seen again, and that's just as fine, too.
It's only the fact that Kazuya wants his clothes off just as badly as Mei does that keeps him from making fun of the stream of words that come pouring out of his mouth. So all he does is arch his hips up into Mei's, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his underwear both so he can hike them down his thighs. He can kick them off the rest of the way after, but he's hard, he needs that pressure gone, needs skin as much as Mei does as heat goes from pooling in his gut to spreading out through the rest of him.
And then he goes for Mei's pants immediately after, growling ] Off. [ with the same impatience and nearly mindlessness that Mei has. ]
[ luckily, mei and kazuya are pretty much always on the same wavelength--being in a heat and in a rut respectively has only made that even easier than usual. naturally, mei's a step ahead of him when he growls like that (and that's obscenely attractive, a fact he'll think about later) and immediately pushes himself up to his knees proper to start undoing his belt, throwing it off to the side when kazuya's hands come up to get to his fly.
mei's hips arch immediately, rubbing already against his wrist when he gets close like that, and a groan escapes his mouth, unable to resist rutting forward even just that little bit. it's a bit chaotic, but mei uses that already there connection to his advantage and squirms out of his pants, kicks his sticky wet boxer briefs off to the floor.
almost immediately, he settles back down on kazuya's strong thighs, and even just that sends a burst of heat through him, the feeling of skin on skin immediate and satisfying, though not quite enough. mei scrabbles his hands across his shoulders, down his chest, shoves him back down and practically blankets on top of him, needy hips immediately rolling backwards against him, all slick soaked and hot as he makes a desperate, needy noise, something he'll be horrifyingly embarrassed about in a few hours. ]
[ When Mei pushes his hips forwards, ruts against his wrist, Miyuki doesn't stop him. He just gets his jeans undone, presses down against where he can feel him hard in them, and pulls, helps him get them off. And it's - a blessing as much as it is a curse. There's less material in the way of the scent of slick, of the pure, concentrated heat roiling off of Mei. His eyes almost roll back in his head, to be honest. He just barely manages to keep his focus, but he does groan a little as he breathes it in.
And then there's nothing at all between them. Mei blankets his chest, muscle against muscle, heated and already slick skin pressed together, and that's it. There's nothing else stopping them. Sure, this was what Kazuya was trying to egg on, but, fuck - fuck, it's a lot.
Rather than push him off, or just get straight to it, he slots himself right against the cleft of Mei's ass, sliding in slick as his hands shoot up to his head. Fingers curl into his hair, almost a snare, and he drags him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss, hungry to swallow down that noise as he rocks his hips up against him. It isn't quite enough yet, but it won't take long at all to get that enough. Not after this. ]
[ yeah, "a lot" doesn't even begin to cover it. there's first that feeling of relief, a little shiver rolling down mei's back because it feels cold in comparison, exposing wet skin to the air, but that's almost immediately replaced by the warmth of kazuya's body on his.
the combination of the heat and pressure of kazuya and the hand tight in his hair makes mei stumble into the kiss with a moan, a loud, obnoxious noise as he grinds back against him just to try and take the edge off. it's not that easy, though, and that same burning, desperate heat his him practically clawing at the blankets underneath them to get better purchase to grind up against him. he's so fucking close, mei can hardly wait any longer, and he whines right up against his mouth, hot and breathy and needy. ] Please--come on, Kazuya, you're too slow, come on--
[ yep still bratty even like this. it's not really on purpose, but as if to punctuate, he grinds backwards against kazuya, hips rocking up and down and slicking him up. ]
[ On one hand, god does he want to shut Mei up. (he can think of a lot of constructive ways to do that) (so many) On the other hand, he wants him sex-stupid and noisy. He's already broaching on mindless, even with his bratty whining, but he doesn't have much interest in reprimanding him for the whining. Not right now, and sure as fuck not when he's rocking against him. Kazuya's head drops back against the bed, eyes actually closing now, and his mouth falling open even further as he breathes with Mei for a second, another.
Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]
Fuck yahhn-- [ really, if mei wasn't totally desperate with heat he probably would've gotten right up and left for that shitty remark, because rude, but he's luckily distracted by the pressure of kazuya's head.
his comment dies off with a moan and mei grabs for the sheets again to give himself something to hold onto. it's the best kind of finally, satisfying the heat's desperate need to be full, and yeah. there's not a toy in the world that could be this satisfying. part of is probably because of that m word he's been skipping around his entire life, but kazuya's hot and heavy and the perfect amount of pressure.
which means that, even mostly incoherent and ready to be fucked out of his mind, mei does something shitty like rock his hips all the way down immediately to take him to the hilt. it's 75% want and 25% spite, and he gasps, pushing himself up off of kazuya's chest and to a sitting position to feel it better, which makes mei moan again, not at all quietly.
and, because impatience in this situation is everything, he starts to rock his hips, not wanting to separate at all from the full feeling quite yet but living for the friction. ]
[ If it weren't for the fact that Mei is tight and wet and hot, a perfect distraction, Kazuya would probably give him another shitty comment to go with that. I am now. But, no. Mei is an enveloping heat that he's thought about one too many times now, during his own ruts and when he's figured Mei's had his heats, off at Inashiro. What kind of toys did he use? He knows he's never fucked a beta to try and take the edge off, because of his pride, but did he think about anyone during his heats the way Miyuki thought of him?
It doesn't matter, in the end. They're here, now, and they might both be dodging around that m word, but they both know it for a truth. Will they ever say it? Unlikely, at least right now. There isn't really any room for words at all, and all Kazuya can do is peter off into a long, guttural groan when Mei sinks right down onto him. Both hands go to his hips, but it's like he isn't sure which way he wants to go - to push him down faster, or to stop him.
So he just squeezes, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. When he sits up it's no better, but Kazuya opens his eyes again to get the full view, his legs moving, shifting. With his heels digging into the bed, he can get some leverage, rocking his hips with him. There's no way he can sink into him any deeper, but the movement seems like he's making a good effort at it. ]
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I guess u don't want Sin then
And Miyuki doesn't say a goddamn thing about it.
He spends the rest of their time in middle school never saying a damn thing about it to anyone. He spends all three years at Seido not saying a damn thing about it, even when they have their sharpest arguments over the stretch of long distance. And he has no intentions of saying a damn thing of it, now, when they're together after they've had the chance to grow individually, apart and independent of one another.
The only problem about this particular secret is the fact that Mei's sisters, Mei's parents, even an offhand joke from his own dad when it first came up, none of them were really... wrong. Kazuya's been around other omegas plenty, has had them as teammates and classmates alike, and even with the risk of his rut being triggered he hasn't - there hasn't been another omega he's looked twice at. No one has smelled as good as Mei had, when they'd presented. It's something that plagues him every time he goes into rut, and he maybe feels a little guilty for it.
At least nwo he doesn't have to worry about it so much.
His head lolls against his shoulder, and he rests his cheek against it, exposing the column of his throat as he grins at Mei from his own seat. Even now, he can pick up every trace of the start of his heat, and it's good. Curls something warm in his gut. In another entirely obvious, intentionally casual move, he spreads his thighs a little wider, calm as can be about the entire situation. ]
Why would I go and do that? Obviously you're having a little trouble today, yeah? [ Harada kept his secret by never touching him, and locking him away.
Kazuya's tired of that idea. ]
mei wont admit his thirst but i sure as hell will
yeah, totally. not.
mei's heats have always, systematically, been worse when kazuya was around. it was fine for most of their junior high career and fine when they were on separate teams, but now that they're both in the pros, frequently traveling together, all of that is out of the window. kazuya is in fact probably what triggered it so early, a fact that is both astounding and infuriating. mei hates his body a little bit for being so blatantly fucking obvious, which is exactly why he's currently hiding across the room.
there's always one person his thoughts drift to during heat, after all. if he can't surpress it, he goes through fever dream after fever dream of his stupid best friend's stupid attractive face, and aggressively ignores him for a few days after to try and get it out of his head. they used to not talk every day: not a problem. now, however, the cold hard truth that mei's sisters caught onto when he was a child is present right in front of him.
mei will be damned if he gets that close. he puts his hand over his nose and mouth immediately, because when kazuya spreads his thighs apart a little he gets a faint whiff of his scent, and it almost makes his eyes roll back in his head. jesus christ. he grabs tight onto the chair with his other hand and glowers at him instead. ] What the hell do you think you're doing?
sticks leg straight up into the air
Friendship told him this much. Competition told him more about it. Working together as a battery? Forget it. He knows more than anyone else about Mei, even with Harada included. Harada keeps the secret, sure, but he doesn't know the deepest and darkest parts of Mei, doesn't know his childhood, doesn't know the history of skinned knees or snacks pilfered out of the Narumiya fridge before Mei disappeared for hours on end to play catch.
And Kazuya does. The same way he knows just how good he smells. So he doesn't hesitate to bring his hand up from where it's settled in the air between his spread legs, absently dragging calloused fingers against his thigh as he does. If Mei's going to be that way, so be it. He'll just tempt him over. ]
I came to see you, but obviously it was a bad time. I can wait, though, if you're going to be like that.
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even with his hand pinching his nose shut, mei can't totally shut out kazuya's scent. it's familiar--it smells like home, though he'd rather die than admit that out loud--but hotter now, making the air humid. the part of him that's not stubborn is screaming at him to get across the room as fast as possible, and it's mostly clear in the way his eyes dart down to follow kazuya's hand, his fingers against his thigh.
fuck. ] Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what time it is. [ and exactly what you're doing, though mei doesn't push that out loud. they're both more than aware. ]
I'm laughing
Sure. Of course I do. [ It's obvious to even an idiot, let alone someone that also tracks Mei's heats. Not as religiously, but it's - innate, at this point. They're so in tune with one another that he'd never forget.
His belt comes undone, and he lets it hang loose in the loops, fingers tracing the button of his jeans now. The entire act remains casual, like he's not effectively dangling bait in front of Mei, exposing more of it bit by bit. ] So, like I said. I can wait.
[ Right here, his tone and posture imply. He pops the button. Reaches for his fly. ]
same
the worst part is that he knows it's bait.
the scowl turns into more of a snarl as he pushes himself off the chair, but it loses a lot of heat in the face of mei's, well, heat. that immediate feeling of need creeps over the edge and into his brain, down over his limbs and making everything sticky and heavy. he needs to get his clothes off. he needs to get off. he needs kazuya, needs him so bad it's making his head spin.
mei sucks in a deep breath, quick, like he's bracing himself, and rounds on kazuya properly, stalking forward like an angry panther. ] You are the absolute worst person I have ever met in my entire life--god!
[ that's definitely true, even if mei's tenuous control on this situation is pretty much gone.
for his own pride, mei doesn't pounce on him right away like his instincts are yelling at him to do. he stares him down first, close enough to reach out and be touched.
surely kazuya isn't the only one starting to smell insanely good. ]
garbage, both of them, all of this
Smelling Mei is completely different. The closer he gets, when he stalks over, the more he smells it, and it's the worst. That's the one omega whose scent sets him off, will fully push him past the edge of holding on by the skin of his teeth and into a rut. And he's sure this room is already starting to smell like a heat den, or the makings of one, with the two of them cyclically feeding into one another like this. ]
And yet you've kept me around this long. I've known all these years it's not for my winning personality, at least.
[ God he smells so good. Miyuki lets his eyes fall half-shut as he continues to grin, a predatory look with his teeth bared, almost like a promise, definitely anticipatory. With his pants undone, it's easy to palm himself through the cotton of his boxer briefs, the pressure giving him something to help with all of this.
No, Mei's not the only one that's toeing a line that they can't return from. But Mei's not the one that's doing it on purpose. ]
Garbage.
...the sad thing is that it is, because he might irritate mei, but they're also--and always have been--extremely compatible. both intelligent with absurd amounts of drive and ambition, both obsessed with baseball, both the type to hold most people at arms' length. mei's always enjoyed spending time with him, has always considered him his closest friend, but he never once even considered the designation of mate (mostly out of spite.)
here it is, right in front of him. there's no going back from this and mei is keenly aware of it, but when kazuya reaches down and touches himself like that, just slow and easy, mei's first thought cuts across his conscious like a knife. that should be me.
and that's just about the end of that. mei's not at all weak for being shorter than kazuya, and he storms across the room to grab the front of his shirt and try and hoist him up to a standing position. it's not threatening or violent at all (especially considering how red mei's gotten) but rather get on the bed go do it now as he complains his not so real feelings. ] No, it's not, I can't believe you're taking advantage of this--actually, I totally can, damn it--stand up already!
Trash.
Now, as a battery, they're going to take over the world.
They just need to get past this particular hurdle, first.
Miyuki lets himself be tugged at, and at first he may consider going dead weight, but... instead, he rolls up to his feet, letting Mei's hoisting start his momentum and land him right there in his space. They're effectively breathing the same air, not that it matters at this point - they're just shy of being gone, and all he can taste is the honey-sweet, warm scent that rolls off Mei. It's in his lungs, permeates them to stick to his ribs every time he inhales.
And yet, he still grins at him. Kazuya uses their height difference to his advantage, leaning right over him and into his space, their chests not touching only because Mei's fists are curled in his shirt. ] If that was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. [ And he knows that's not all he wants, that same hand that'd been touching himself reaching out to slide down the curve of Mei's ass, dead center, like he's seeking out the primary source of that scent. ]
non recyclable
Screw you. [ he manages, stubborn until he dies, even if it ends a little breathily when he moves his hand over him, nerves practically screaming yes finally finally yes please. a part of him won't believe that this is actually happening.
the rest of him uses that grip he has on the front of his shirt to close the distance and be the first one to draw him in for a kiss. mei doesn't go in soft and sweet, either--it's all passion and heat, his mouth opening immediately, tongue darting out to part his lips.
and there's an undeniable feeling of finally that comes from it, too. ]
I hate everything
Sure. [ And that's another shitty comment that's just as much of a confirmation as anything else. Screw you - yeah, he can make that happen. He laughs a little again, index and middle fingers pressing down, in, like he can seek out the warm, wet heat that's a few layers away from him.
And then Mei kisses him, finally, finally.
There's no resistance when Mei hauls him in for a kiss - in fact, he opens immediately to the slide of tongue, practically meeting him in the middle. It's two forces finally colliding, a complete snap of tension that's been years, and years, and years in the making. Kazuya brings his free hand up to curl a possessive hand around the back of Mei's neck, fingers secure in the soft strands of hair there. Like he can keep him there in the same grip that Mei has on his shirt. ]
SAME
it goes in a lot of ways--mei's self control goes right out of the window, and any last little bit of calm, clear mind he had evaporates as their mouths come together. all of his instincts roar into delighted overdrive as his hands immediately drop from his shirt so they can get closer, and his arms go up and over kazuya's shoulders, hands scraping at him even through his shirt.
fuck, that feels good, better than it has any right to. he ends up moaning against his mouth, a noise deep from his chest, and mei's hips immediately rock forward into kazuya's. heat always makes him want to crawl on someone and actually having someone there is making that about a hundred times worse--especially because it's someone he likes.
not that mei's totally ready to admit that to anyone yet, but. the night is young. ]
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Kazuya's certainly open to just about anything that'll come out of this, especially when he gets Mei's hands clutching and practically clawing at him, that moan right into his mouth. He swallows it down, almost chases after it as he lets the kiss get that little bit more heated already. His control is still intact, but it's not a "for the most part," because he finds it hanging on by a single thread now.
Especially when he feels his hips against his. It's not a complete snap, but he thinks about how Mei had gotten him to stand in the first place. Almost like he was going to drag him somewhere else.
That's something he can take care of. So, with an excruciating kind of reluctance, he drags his hand away from his ass - although he doesn't necessarily let go of him to do it, enjoying the exploration of his body - to the back of his thigh. If he can prompt him to actually climb him like it seems like he wants to do, then he can just cart him to that bed of his. ]
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he stares at him for a brief second as he gets up, kiss bruised and flushed, hisses-- ] Go get on the bed. [ and knots his hands in the hair at the back of kazuya's head to continue kissing him.
really, he shouldn't be expecting mei to just lie down and take anything either. he's never been much for listening to other people's commands--even heat doesn't take the bossiness all the way away. ]
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And then he snorts softly.
He would be a piss poor friend if he expected anything else out of Mei, to be honest, so he's not even a little bit surprised when Mei immediately issues an order for him. For a second, there's the absent thought of dumping him right on the bed instead of dropping onto it with him, but. A lapful of Mei sounds perfect.
All Miyuki does is bite his lip, in the middle of the kiss, as he carries him off to where the bed is. Complying, but certainly not without fighting back. ]
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better. that's where the pushing and moving comes in. mei gets both of his hands on kazuya's (really fucking nice) chest and pushes him down so his back hits the bed, crawling back over him. mei himself has already gone bright, scarlet red, sweat soaking his bangs, but he still has the gall to look totally predatory when he drops back down to kiss kazuya again, to relish in taking these kisses that must have been meant for him, all along.
a little lower, his hips roll down into kazuya's, incessant. he's already pretty hard, and it feels amazing--he makes another noise into kazuya's mouth, and then another, shameless and letting the heat drag him down further into it. ]
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Yeah, he's going to listen to him right now.
There isn't even any resistance when Mei pushes him back. All he does is take his glasses off so that he can drop them off the side of the bed for their own safety. It means that he can't really see as much, but Mei's right there the second they're gone - and he curls his fingers into his hair in return, mouth opened and just as hungry as Mei.
But he's restless. Mei rolls his hips down, and Kazuya groans into his mouth in response to the noises he keeps making, rocking his own hips up before his hands wander. As much as he'd like to pull his hair, drag his fingers through it and along his body everywhere, he follows the curve of his spine, all the way down. Once he gets to the hem of his shirt, he slides his hand up into it, finding heated skin with a calloused touch. ]
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he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]
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No resistance comes when Mei goes for his shirt, though he's loathe to stop touching Mei's body. He just lifts his arms up so he can tear the shirt off him, likely never to be seen again, and that's just as fine, too.
It's only the fact that Kazuya wants his clothes off just as badly as Mei does that keeps him from making fun of the stream of words that come pouring out of his mouth. So all he does is arch his hips up into Mei's, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his underwear both so he can hike them down his thighs. He can kick them off the rest of the way after, but he's hard, he needs that pressure gone, needs skin as much as Mei does as heat goes from pooling in his gut to spreading out through the rest of him.
And then he goes for Mei's pants immediately after, growling ] Off. [ with the same impatience and nearly mindlessness that Mei has. ]
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mei's hips arch immediately, rubbing already against his wrist when he gets close like that, and a groan escapes his mouth, unable to resist rutting forward even just that little bit. it's a bit chaotic, but mei uses that already there connection to his advantage and squirms out of his pants, kicks his sticky wet boxer briefs off to the floor.
almost immediately, he settles back down on kazuya's strong thighs, and even just that sends a burst of heat through him, the feeling of skin on skin immediate and satisfying, though not quite enough. mei scrabbles his hands across his shoulders, down his chest, shoves him back down and practically blankets on top of him, needy hips immediately rolling backwards against him, all slick soaked and hot as he makes a desperate, needy noise, something he'll be horrifyingly embarrassed about in a few hours. ]
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And then there's nothing at all between them. Mei blankets his chest, muscle against muscle, heated and already slick skin pressed together, and that's it. There's nothing else stopping them. Sure, this was what Kazuya was trying to egg on, but, fuck - fuck, it's a lot.
Rather than push him off, or just get straight to it, he slots himself right against the cleft of Mei's ass, sliding in slick as his hands shoot up to his head. Fingers curl into his hair, almost a snare, and he drags him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss, hungry to swallow down that noise as he rocks his hips up against him. It isn't quite enough yet, but it won't take long at all to get that enough. Not after this. ]
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the combination of the heat and pressure of kazuya and the hand tight in his hair makes mei stumble into the kiss with a moan, a loud, obnoxious noise as he grinds back against him just to try and take the edge off. it's not that easy, though, and that same burning, desperate heat his him practically clawing at the blankets underneath them to get better purchase to grind up against him. he's so fucking close, mei can hardly wait any longer, and he whines right up against his mouth, hot and breathy and needy. ] Please--come on, Kazuya, you're too slow, come on--
[ yep still bratty even like this. it's not really on purpose, but as if to punctuate, he grinds backwards against kazuya, hips rocking up and down and slicking him up. ]
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Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]
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his comment dies off with a moan and mei grabs for the sheets again to give himself something to hold onto. it's the best kind of finally, satisfying the heat's desperate need to be full, and yeah. there's not a toy in the world that could be this satisfying. part of is probably because of that m word he's been skipping around his entire life, but kazuya's hot and heavy and the perfect amount of pressure.
which means that, even mostly incoherent and ready to be fucked out of his mind, mei does something shitty like rock his hips all the way down immediately to take him to the hilt. it's 75% want and 25% spite, and he gasps, pushing himself up off of kazuya's chest and to a sitting position to feel it better, which makes mei moan again, not at all quietly.
and, because impatience in this situation is everything, he starts to rock his hips, not wanting to separate at all from the full feeling quite yet but living for the friction. ]
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It doesn't matter, in the end. They're here, now, and they might both be dodging around that m word, but they both know it for a truth. Will they ever say it? Unlikely, at least right now. There isn't really any room for words at all, and all Kazuya can do is peter off into a long, guttural groan when Mei sinks right down onto him. Both hands go to his hips, but it's like he isn't sure which way he wants to go - to push him down faster, or to stop him.
So he just squeezes, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. When he sits up it's no better, but Kazuya opens his eyes again to get the full view, his legs moving, shifting. With his heels digging into the bed, he can get some leverage, rocking his hips with him. There's no way he can sink into him any deeper, but the movement seems like he's making a good effort at it. ]