satoru was quite fond of megumi’s friend, yuuji. wide eyed and curious, little hands eager to touch and grab at everything. satoru tried very hard to not make a move on the sweet smelling thing. he had to have some semblance of morals.

he also couldn’t do much in fear of scaring yuuji away, but yuuji was quite the affectionate pup. he was always eager to curl up by satoru’s side on the couch. it was an easy few years knowing yuuji. his scent hadn’t become as potent and he already /knew/ the pup

was going to be an omega. it’s not hard to pick out when he notes just how domestic yuuji can be. always helping out with the laundry or tsumiki in the kitchen. satoru found it adorable how he would eagerly tug on his pant leg, wanting to show him the new dish he learned.

yuuji would preen and purr under every bit of praise satoru was willing to give. it was cute, very cute at first. he could bury those unnerving feelings about the pup so long as he tried to maintain some sort of internal rules. he always let yuuji initiate their

cuddle sessions or hugs. he’d gently redirect the pup’s grabby hands when they strayed too low on his waist, no matter how much he’d pout to himself about it. it was going to be fine. satoru could always use megumi as a buffer between them— even though it always failed.

yuuji was usually vocal about what he wanted. he’d ask megumi to move to his other side, and megumi always listened. the little unpresented omega already making every alpha swoon over him. satoru found it hilarious when yuuji bossed around megumi. for the most part, until

yuuji turns to boss him around. demanding to sit on his lap, grabbing satoru’s wrist to scent himself with the alpha’s smell. most days yuuji smelled more like satoru and megumi than himself. it was satisfying, easing that burn for more. as long as yuuji

did it first, it’d be fine. that’s what satoru kept repeated to himself when the pup got closer and closer to him. always sitting on his lap to the point he doesn’t ask anymore. he takes his rightful claim on satoru’s

thighs. always wriggling and moving with little care for how /hard/ he was making it for satoru to stay in control— mentally and physically. satoru had to pretend he didn’t notice when yuuji would sit on one of his thighs, practically straddling one. chubby, little

legs caging his muscled one with hands resting on his knee. he had to ignore how yuuji would ‘discreetly’ wriggle his hips. he could pick up on the muted scent of arousal roll off the pup, the huffed laboured breaths. using a blanket to ‘hide’ what he was doing.

it was a delicious sight and megumi wasn’t just across the couch, he’d fuck yuuji right then and there. satoru was at the complete mercy of a /pup/ of all things. a pretty, doe eyed mischievous little omega who hasn’t even had his first heat already so thirsty for an alpha.

satoru felt honoured to be the first choice in yuuji’s mind. he got to lean back against the couch and feel the tiny fabric of his shorts dampen his thigh. see yuuji’s shoulders shake as he tries to grind in the most inconspicuous way he can to avoid megumi’s attention.

it wasn’t working the way he wanted, satoru knew he wanted more. he can feel the wetness seep through his jeans, warm and probably sticky. he’d love to show yuuji how it’s done but he has rules. if yuuji /really/ wants more, he has to take it. satoru wouldn’t do anything the

pup didn’t want.

it would be unethical to put his hands on him and really help him /move/ his hips. show him how good it feels when he rolls them just right. he could imagine yuuji leaning back against him, arching off his torso while satoru guides him. slow and sensual, letting him really

understand how his body works. he could practically feel his cunt throbbing on his thigh. “yuuji, are you feeling okay?” satoru asks despite the obvious. his cheeks are flushed and eyes borderline teary. he’s frustrated that he can’t get the outcome he wants.

Yuuji shakes his head ‘no’ and Megumi perks up at his friends distress. He doesn’t mean to, but Satoru lets out a soft rumble of growl simmer in his chest. he leans forward wrapping his arm around yuuji’s waist, warning megumi to keep his distance. he was really losing it

wasn’t he? already drooling with a straining cock of a unpresented omega and fighting another pup for his affection. he takes a moment to clear his throat muttering an apology to megumi. he’s stand offish for good reason. “go to the bathroom, yuuji.” satoru suggests, patting

his hip. yuuji shudders at the motion. he slides off satoru’s lap and he resists the urge to follow him, but yuuji being the darling he is turns back with the most pleading look satoru has ever seen. he has to stop himself from crawling after him on his knees like some

untrained mutt. he’s not new to this. he’s not some virgin but yuuji makes him feel like one. “gojo-san..” he stands up and follows after yuuji, ignoring the puzzled look from the other on the couch. he lets yuuji lead him into the bathroom and lets yuuji lock the door

satoru stands there robotically. his cock standing awfully proud and a wet stain on his thigh from where yuuji was sitting. the scent of slick heavy in the confined space, fingers twitching to touch the pup in front of him. yuuji seems to understand satoru won’t move unless he

does first. yuuji doesn’t kneel down but takes a seat on the closed lid of the toilet. his nimble fingers shaking while he undoes the button, pulling down the fly. he’s excruciatingly slow, teasing almost. where the fuck did he learn this? satoru can’t help but think this is

not a way a pup should be acting. “yuuji-“ the omega hushes him, pressing a kiss to his leaking tip through the fabric. satoru knees tremble. he’s truly at the mercy of yuuji, melting at the lightest kiss to his clothed dick. he stays silent and watches as yuuji kisses along

imprint, appreciating the girth satoru has to show him. he keeps his hands pinned to his sides, watching as yuuji bites the hem of his boxers to pull them down for a proper look. yuuji nuzzles against it, heavy on his cheek. pressing soft, wet kisses to the shaft. satoru feels

like he’ll cum from the sight alone. yuuji staring up at him hazy eyed, suckling on the sides of his cock like it’s some popsicle. he’s so adorable in this lewd situation. satoru puts a hand on his head, scratching gently at yuuji’s scalp. the sweetest purr rumbling from the

omega’s chest. satoru’s tip leaks some more of the glistening precum. yuuji doesn’t shy away from smearing it on his lips. pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss drawing out a low groan from the alpha. satoru is embarrassed but how excited he is. he feels like he did when he had his

first rut. his senses are heightened and everything hurts and feels so good at the same time. he’s looking at yuuji for guidance. a small part of his brain still forcing him to listen to the rule. don’t touch yuuji until he lets him. yuuji is unaware of just how weak he is.

he’s staring up at him through dusty pink eyelashes, barely able to wrap his lips around satoru. he tries his best, sloppy and inexperienced lapping only making satoru love it more. he isn’t very mindful of his teeth but his canines are far from sharp. dull knobs scrapping at

sensitive head with jsut enough pressure to not hurt. the grunt satoru lets out his humiliating when those soft warm hands wrap around the base of his swollen cock. yuuji is trying his best to go further but he just can’t. using those hands that /loved/ to grab at every square

inch of satoru’s skin to pump what he was not going to fit into his mouth. it would be funny if satoru could stay in his right mind. how yuuji’s fingers couldn’t wrap around him properly but it felt too good to laugh. satoru’s hand gently massaging at yuuji’s scalp.