Right on the rooftop, Sora sat hunched over, arms wrapped around his knees, smoking quietly. The cigarette smoke twisted lazily around him in the dim evening light, mingling with the cool breeze. "Damn… it's almost time for me to go into heat, and here I am, just sitting and smoking. Fuck," he muttered, frustration threading through every word. The day had ended, but before he could move, a familiar tingling ran through him—his pheromones were leaking out. Panic surged. "Oh no… not now. Not here." But it was already too late.
Ren was there, emerging from the shadows like he had always been part of them, presence commanding, eyes locked on Sora with that infuriatingly familiar intensity. "You think if you hide, I won't find you?" Ren said, voice low and smooth, carrying both amusement and danger. "Look at you—an omega in heat. This is exactly what I've been waiting for."
Before Sora could react, Ren pulled him into his arms. The scent of him was intoxicating, overwhelming Sora's senses. "You smell so good… it's driving me insane. Come to Daddy, darling," Ren whispered, lips brushing Sora's neck. Sora froze, caught between shock, embarrassment, and the pull of attraction he couldn't deny.
Ren led him to one of the abandoned teacher's rooms and slammed the door behind them. Urgency thickened the air. He didn't hesitate. His lips captured Sora's in a forceful kiss, hands tracing Sora's sides, lingering on every sensitive curve. "Sora, darling… look. Your nipples are hard, and it seems like your little friend down there needs attention," Ren murmured with a smirk, beginning to remove Sora's pants.
"Not… not there," Sora gasped, but Ren didn't relent. "Sora, baby, you're so sensitive. I barely touched you, and you're already like this." His hands moved skillfully, precise, while Sora's mind scrambled in a haze of heat and panic. Ren unzipped the rest of his pants, letting them fall. "Look at this, darling. It keeps getting bigger because of you. Now… will you do it for me?"
Sora's thoughts scattered. His body betrayed him, reacting before his mind could catch up. Ren moaned softly, the sound vibrating against him. "Ah… it feels so good," he breathed, moving deeper, making Sora choke and gasp. "Take it all, Sora. You never knew how long I waited for this… now you're mine."
Sora winced, overwhelmed. "Wait… it hurts," he managed.
"But baby, you're only halfway through," Ren replied, voice teasing and commanding at once.
"God, you psycho jerk… don't you know I'm a dominant omega? I can get pregnant anytime. At least use protection!" Sora cried, panic rising.
Ren's grin softened slightly. "Don't worry, baby. I have one. Do you know how rare it is to find an omega in heat and an alpha in rut together?"
"So this jerk is in rut too… Oh sweet Jesus, have mercy on me. How is that even supposed to fit?" Sora's mind spun, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. He barely noticed when Ren moved harder and faster, making him gasp and tremble. "S-slow down!" he pleaded, though his body instinctively clung to Ren.
"You're so tight… squeezing me like this," Ren groaned. Sora's thoughts scattered completely, pain and pleasure colliding until he went blank. "Don't stop… it feels too good… I want more," Sora murmured helplessly.
"Then say my name," Ren demanded, voice husky. "Say it and beg."
"I—I… Ren… I want you… please… more…" Sora stammered, mind clouded by the intensity.
"Before I give you more… do you remember me from middle school? If you tell me, I'll give you more," Ren said, eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. Sora's lips parted. "Yes… I remember. You were that rude kid back then."
Ren moved again without waiting, finding a spot that made Sora cling to him instinctively. His body trembled, mind lost to the fire of his heat, and before long, exhaustion claimed him. He fell asleep in Ren's warm embrace like a child, utterly vulnerable. "You know… I haven't enjoyed it fully yet because of the protection," Ren whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from Sora's face.
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Morning sunlight streamed through the window, and Sora awoke in Ren's room again. His body ached, his voice hoarse. He hadn't realized Ren was still asleep beside him. He turned and froze at that familiar, handsome face, peaceful even in slumber. "He even looks good while sleeping… why would the Almighty make someone this perfect?"
Then it hit him. He was naked, every inch of him sore and tender. "Holy spirit… what did that psycho lunatic do to me?" Panic surged as he tried to move, only for a strong hand to catch his wrist. "What the—" he gasped.
"You're not leaving," Ren said with a smirk, hold firm. "Last night you had fun, but I didn't."
"No, no… for the love of God, let me go!" Sora exclaimed, struggling weakly, but Ren only held him tighter, the dangerous glint in his eyes unwavering. "Like I said… you had fun last night. But I didn't," he murmured, the promise of more thick in the air.
To be continued....