Archive of Our Own

Adjusting his yukata, Typhoon stared at his reflection in the mirror. Just outside the bathroom door, he heard the hushed murmurs of Tonfah talking on the phone, pacing the length of their room while he waited for him.

The omega had been in the bathroom for what must have been well over twenty minutes, far longer than the original ‘five minutes’ he told his boyfriend he needed to get ready. Yet, after taking an extra-long shower where he scrubbed every inch of his body with exfoliating mitts before just letting the warm stream cascade over his soft skin, dressing and undressing from his yukata a total of three times once he was dry, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the small wetroom.

When he learnt that Tonfah had booked them a room in a traditional ryokan, complete with their own private outdoor onsen, for their stay in Japan, he was initially excited about the experience. It was Typhoon’s first time staying in a hotel, never mind his first time vacationing abroad, so for the alpha to treat him with such a generous gift warmed his heart.

However, now that the time had come for them to enjoy the relaxing bath together after a full day spent exploring the local land and sightseeing, it dawned on Typhoon just what sharing an onsen with Tonfah entailed.

Tugging on the dark blue fabric, he couldn’t let go of the fact that he was completely nude under his garments. Of course, it seemed foolishly obvious to point out, considering nudity was the only requirement when dipping into an onsen. That said, it also meant Tonfah would be just as bare under his, and when Typhoon eventually left the bathroom, they would shed their yukatas to get into the hot spring bath.

Meaning they would be completely naked… together.

For the very first time.

Admittedly, it wasn’t a case of Typhoon being frightened or anxious to bathe with Tonfah naked. In fact, he was looking forward to it… albeit, maybe just a bit too much, because at the thought of witnessing Tonfah’s naked form, his body reacted yet again.

The lower depths of his stomach fluttered, and the ball of warm excitement that appeared during his shower roused once more, weighing down to his groin where a trickle of wetness formed between his thighs, causing heady vanilla to drip from his glands.

Watching a flustered rouge spread across his face, Typhoon frowned into the mirror before squeezing his eyes shut.

“Not again,” he whispered exasperatedly, before starting the process of calming himself down all over again.

Ever since he started weaning himself off the illegal suppressants, now taking a much lower dose of an approved brand until his next appointment with Dr Praew, he noticed many changes in his body.

The first had been his scent, which was no longer weak and unnoticeable, instead growing more fragrant by the day. It was strange at first, considering Typhoon always blended into the background with his neutral scent, so it was unexpected to be seen properly for the first time in his life. Nonetheless, he quickly adjusted to the sensory effect it had on Tonfah, who couldn’t get enough of his potent vanilla smell.

He was also barraged with compliments from his fellow omegan friends every time they met up, especially Ter—the last time they had a movie night at his and Hill’s apartment, the auburn-haired omega wouldn’t let Typhoon leave his secondary nest because he adored how strong his scent was.

The next change found Typhoon becoming more in tune with his inner omega, and it was a challenge learning to listen and navigate his instincts that were no longer dulled. He couldn’t help feeling slightly embarrassed sometimes, acutely aware that he was going through a process that freshly presented pups experienced while he was already into adulthood.

Yet, he wasn’t discouraged, as all of these factors were positive signs that his body was expelling the toxic drugs that his system had become accustomed to since his presentation; he was finally getting healthier.

However, while his hormones were fluctuating and levelling out, it became glaringly obvious that his libido had well and truly awakened.

For the past couple of weeks, he noticed his body stirring feelings inside of him that were new, especially when he was around Tonfah. It started small, little tingles running under his skin when they kissed or cuddled in bed, but things soon snowballed when he found himself slicking up and his cocklet hardening in just the presence of his alpha.

As the days went on, these little episodes became more frequent, even occurring when Tonfah wasn’t home.

One particular afternoon, Typhoon had been preparing dinner for the two of them while his boyfriend was attending rounds at the hospital. During the mundane task of chopping vegetables, his innocent thoughts of how he couldn’t wait for the alpha to come home later that evening somehow transpired into something very explicit (which happened a lot more lately) and within seconds, he became so aroused that he soaked through his underwear and shorts. Too consumed with lust, he abandoned dinner preparations and ended up in the shower with one hand stroking his cocklet and his fingers rubbing hurried little circles over his clit until he came, crying out for his alpha the entire time.

The worst and most mortifying thing was that Tonfah definitely knew every time these ‘instances’ happened.

Typhoon would catch the subtle way the older’s nose twitched at the scent of his uncontrollable arousal in the air, watching the way his shoulders and jaw would tense at the realisation. Tonfah would swallow thickly, as if tasting just how horny Typhoon was, before his pupils dilated with something dark and desirable filling his gaze.

A certain type of hunger.

Typhoon knew the expression all too well, knew exactly what it meant, and it excited him—excited his inner omega—sending shivers along his spine that would only make him even more turned on.

Yet, despite having a libidinous omega at his fingertips, Tonfah kept his inner alpha on a tight leash and remained the perfect gentleman each time it happened. He wouldn’t question Typhoon about his plunging pheromones and sugary scent, instead giving him space for his arousal and subsequent embarrassment at his body’s erratic hormones to pass.

While the gesture was noble and confirmed what a wonderful person his boyfriend was, there was a (not so) small part of the omega that didn’t want the honourable, gentlemanly act. More often than not, he wondered what would happen if Tonfah decided to just let his inner alpha up to the surface and break his calm demeanour; to have him finally release the hunger he constantly held back and consume Typhoon.

To put it bluntly, he wanted Tonfah, wanted to be intimate with him, wanted his body to be ravaged by the alpha… he just didn’t know how to ask for it.

Anyway, that was a dilemma for a different day, because he was supposed to be currently enjoying a serene and romantic bath with his boyfriend. Yet, here he was, hiding in the bathroom with half a chub and smelling of slick like a horny teenager. He couldn’t stall any longer, lest he make Tonfah start to worry.

So, taking some deep breaths, pushing all of his previous thoughts to the back of his mind, and willing his body to calm down, he opened his eyes.

The embarrassed flush across his cheeks had died down, though the collar of his yukata had slipped away, revealing the pale flesh of his breastbone. Instinctively fixing it, he dropped his hands and sighed, realising it was pointless—he was going to be naked soon enough anyway, so it didn’t matter if he stepped out with some exposed skin.

Before he wound up trapped in a never-ending cycle of wandering thoughts and non-stop fixing his gown, he turned away from the mirror and slid open the door, stepping through the physical and metaphorical threshold that he had been avoiding.

Tonfah was still on the phone, standing at the other end of the room while talking quietly, but his attention quickly fell on Typhoon when he exited the bathroom. Whoever was on the other end of the call received only a brief goodbye from him before he abruptly hung up, Tonfah seemingly transfixed by the appearance of his boyfriend; his eyes never left the omega as he placed his phone on the sideboard, sweeping along his slim frame.

Typhoon shuffled up to him, unable to help smoothing his hands down the soft linen of his gown.

“Isn’t it strange?”

The question was asked with a hint of gauche in his tone, Typhoon trying to gloss over the fact that he had been hiding in the bathroom all this time. However, Tonfah didn’t laugh; instead, he was still looking him up and down with something akin to surprise in his gaze.

“It’s not strange,” he replied, “it’s very cute.”

“Really?” Typhoon asked, glancing down at himself bashfully.

“Really… very cute.”

Hearing the affirmation in his words, not a trace of teasing or humour in his tone, Typhoon dared to look up at the alpha. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Tonfah’s wandered over his body once more, eyeing the sliver of flesh where his collarbones peaked out from his yukata.

Typhoon watched the alpha’s shock morph into excitement the more he stared. Something inside of him realised that he liked the effect he seemed to have over his boyfriend, so he dropped his anxious shoulders, allowing the yukata to slip open even more.

The small movement didn’t go unnoticed by Tonfah, a smirk quirking his lips.

“Good boy.”

Tendrils of sweet vanilla curled into the air, seeping from Typhoon’s glands as the words shattered what little was left of his resolve. The heaviness returned to his stomach, all of his hard work to control his titillation coming undone within seconds as he felt the familiar heat dampen between his legs.

Tonfah’s nose twitched before the unmistakable, low-bass sound of an alpha rumble filled the quiet room.

“At first, I thought I’d wait a little longer,” he murmured lowly with a shake of his head, “but now, I can’t wait anymore.”

Typhoon didn’t have time to process the words before the alpha yanked him forward, closing the small distance between them. Instead, all he could do was watch the older’s eyes sharpen, his pupils expanding until they nearly overtook the beautiful brown colour that the omega loved, a smokiness clouding them.

There it was—the hunger.

It was so intense, so carnal, that Typhoon couldn’t help thinking that Tonfah resembled a starving wolf, famished with lust.

Suddenly, hands appeared at his waist and spun him around until he was falling. When his back hit the soft bed, the alpha was already upon him, caging him in with his arms while staring down at him like he was the most delectable piece of meat dangling in front of his gluttonous eyes.

“You’re mine, okay?”

And then he kissed him.

It wasn’t soft and tender like how Tonfah usually kissed him during their late-night cuddles or when the medical student came home from a long day of rounds. No, they had only kissed like this once before—back at Tonfah’s parents’ house, where it had been all tongue and teeth, the alpha wanting more from him.

Wanting to devour.

This time, Typhoon didn’t stop him.

It was Tonfah who broke away first, breath heavy and pheromones thick with desire. Despite this, he looked down at him with a hint of hesitation in his expression, seemingly holding back to make sure the omega was okay with continuing.

Typhoon didn’t want him to hold back anymore.

“But, I’ve already been yours for a long time, haven’t I?” He said, a mock of innocence in his tone.

The alpha grinned, the tips of his pearly white canines glistening in the light.

“I’ll take that as your answer,” he said, before diving back in once more.

A hand appeared at Typhoon’s neck, the palm pressing against his throat to keep him in place while Tonfah sucked greedily at his mouth, swallowing his surprised little gasp. Sweeping his other hand down the dark blue yukata until he reached the belt, he yanked the silk tie so it unravelled.

Feeling his gown loosen, Typhoon gripped Tonfah’s bicep as the alpha attacked his neck, kissing and licking at his gland. However, his boyfriend quickly grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed, a thrill of excitement running down Typhoon’s spine when he did the same to his other wrist, realising he was trapped under the weight of Tonfah at his total mercy.

Mortifyingly, he felt his cocklet harden and slick wet his thighs at the realisation.

Tonfah groaned against his neck, swirling his tongue around the gland to taste the ripe vanilla that dripped like tree sap from it.

“God, your scent, Phoon,” he said, inhaling deeply, “you smell so…”

The alpha trailed off, his incessant licking and kissing pausing. Instead, he pressed his nose against his neck to sniff strongly, a questioning noise pitching in his throat.

Wondering why he had stopped, Typhoon whined. “P’Fah?”

“Jasmine…” the alpha murmured after a moment, inspecting his gland closely.

“Huh?”

Tonfah pulled away from his neck with a quizzical expression. “Phoon, I can smell jasmine in your scent.”

That seemed to pull the omega out of his haze, the words slowly sinking in through his dense fog of lust.

“What?” He asked, feeling him dive back in for another inquisitive sniff. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” the other said, “there’s definitely jasmine mixed in with your usual vanilla smell.”

“But… how?”

“The suppressants,” Tonfah answered after a contemplative moment, emerging from his neck, “your scent probably changed after your presentation, but the suppressants must have blocked it before your glands matured. Now that you’re coming off of them, it’s finally had the chance to come through.”

The information was a lot to take in, and Typhoon was unsure whether the alpha may have gotten it wrong, but then he smelt it; in amongst his creamy vanilla scent, there were hints of floral intertwined, the subtle smell soft and bright.

Ever since he was a pup, Typhoon always hoped his vanilla scent would become stronger after his presentation, hoping it would change into something more unique, something that would make him stand out. When it never, he came to the heartbreaking conclusion that he would always have a simple and bland aroma—a boring scent for a useless omega.

The fact that after all these years, after weaning himself off the suppressants, his scent was finally changing… he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

“Does it smell nice?”

Looking at the round eyes that gazed up at him curiously, almost apprehensively, Tonfah melted at his boyfriend’s timid question. Releasing his own burst of pleased pheromones, he let go of one of the omega’s wrists to stroke along his cheek.

“Oh, little one, you smell absolutely divine.”

Typhoon flushed in response, more of the rich jasmine pouring out from him.

Above him, the alpha’s eyes fluttered, a low moan humming in his chest when the luscious scent curled up into his senses. Gripping the younger’s chin, Tonfah turned Phoon’s head sideways so his gland was on full display, before proceeding to bury his face into his neck with new ferocity. He nosed and mouthed at the raised flesh, drawing out more of the omega’s changed scent until it was leaking like a tap.

Gasping at the feeling, Typhoon exposed as much of his neck as he could for the alpha to savour. Even though he knew the answer, he couldn’t stop the next question that stuttered past his lips:

“Do you like it?”

A touch of teeth against the bump under his skin caused him to flinch, a bolt of lightning shooting down his spine when Tonfah spoke against his sensitive skin.

“I love it, omega,” he said, breath damp in the curve of his neck, “and I know you love it as well, seeing how you’re rutting your little cock against me.”

An embarrassed noise left Typhoon’s throat when he realised the alpha was right, a rosy blush spreading to his ears as he shamelessly humped the other.

As it transpired, Tonfah wasn’t the only one into gland play; Typhoon discovered that he rather enjoyed his boyfriend paying close attention to his most sensitive area. Since he started his new suppressants, he found himself more susceptible to the simplest touches, getting easily riled up whenever Tonfah kissed his neck. Even though he was trapped under the alpha’s weight, it didn’t stop him from rubbing his cocklet against his boyfriend, a sticky patch forming on his yukata.

“P’Fah…” he complained, though he didn’t stop his movements.

“It’s okay, baby, nothing to be embarrassed about,” the other reassured him, peppering kisses to his neck. “Makes me feel so good that you want me just as much as I want you.”

He nodded desperately. “I do, alpha.”

Tonfah rumbled at the title, liking the way it sounded so natural coming from his boyfriend’s lips. Pressing one last harsh kiss to his neck, poking his tongue out to taste the vanilla and jasmine that secreted from the stimulated gland, he pulled away to sit up on his haunches.

Feeling the fabric of his yukata slip away from his body, letting the muggy air of the room settle over his exposed flesh, Typhoon instinctively tried to cover up when the voice suddenly penetrated through his haze.

“Ugly. He’s going to see just how ugly you really are. Ugly, ugly, ugly…”

However, before he could scrunch the seams of the fabric back together, strong hands stopped him in his tracks. Tonfah gazed down at him with a curious look in his eyes, like he knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“Please, don’t hide from me,” he said softly, a reassuring smile on his lips. “Let alpha see how beautiful you are.”

While Tonfah gripped each side of his dark blue gown, he made no move to tug it free from Typhoon’s grasp. Typhoon could smell the eagerness practically dripping from the alpha’s body; his sandalwood scent filled with unadulterated arousal that ripened the air along with his own scent. Yet, even with his desire boiling right under his skin, the alpha still waited for him to make that decision—to take the next step on his own.

Typhoon had no doubts that if he wanted to stop, Tonfah would leap away from him instantly, even if his restraint on his ravenous inner alpha was hanging on by a thread. No, Tonfah would use every last bit of his strength to compose himself and give Typhoon the space he needed, letting the night end with their innocence still intact—if that was what he chose to do.

Well, hadn’t he already made that decision?

Typhoon was sick of hiding away and holding back; he wanted to be cracked open and absolutely ravaged.

Unclenching his fists from his yukata, he focused on steadying his breathing to wash away his nerves instead of letting them get the better of him. Slowly dropping his arms to the mattress, he gazed up at Tonfah with what he hoped was a look of confidence, giving him the green light.

The alpha didn’t move right away, taking a moment to assess the younger carefully, who grew antsy under his boyfriend’s analysing stare. Seconds dragged by until finally, the hands that held his yukata began pulling it open.

Ever so slowly, the alpha undressed him, his eyes mapping out the pale flesh of his chest that he had never seen before. The gown slipped from his shoulders, and he shifted his weight so Tonfah could pull the fabric down his arms. Typhoon couldn’t help tensing when his fingers brushed along his ribs, which were still on the more prominent side, but when the alpha’s gaze dragged along his abdomen, there was only a look of total awe colouring his expression.

As more of the omega’s lithe body was exposed for the first time, Tonfah’s excitement only grew, like he was unearthing long-lost treasure that had been hidden from the world.

When the fabric fell away from his hips, Phoon couldn’t help bringing his knees together, still feeling a little shy at the concept of Tonfah seeing his most intimate areas. Thankfully, the alpha let him be, instead pulling the gown completely away and flinging it from the bed, all the while never taking his eyes away from Typhoon’s naked form. He stared unashamedly, taking in every crevice and curve, his slim limbs and sharp joints, and his dark hunger only grew stronger.

“You’re stunning, Typhoon.”

The words twisted tightly in the omega’s chest, squeezing around his heart and restricting his breathing for a second, before they quickly unravelled, leaving a gooey warmth in their wake that seeped through his body.

“Really?”

Even though he could hear the full sincerity in Fah’s voice, Typhoon still struggled to believe that someone like the alpha could ever find him desirable.

Tonfah was an intelligent man, not only book-smart but emotionally and socially as well. On his way to becoming a doctor, he was kind and warm, a good-natured person who would help anyone in need. Combined with the fact that he was devastatingly handsome, with droves of people ready to fall at his feet, Tonfah was the epitome of a first-class and highly sought-after alpha, who could have the pick of the bunch to be his partner.

Yet, he had chosen Typhoon, his shy and quiet childhood neighbour; the boy who had awkwardly followed him around like a stray kitten; the person who had deeply hurt him all those months ago; the omega he had always and will forever love, no matter what life throws at them.

Typhoon still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have him by his side.

“Really,” Tonfah replied, resting a warm hand on his knee. “I already knew you would be, but now that you’re lying here like this, you’re even more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

Typhoon’s blush darkened at the words, feeling the heat spread all the way down his chest, his nipples hardening into tiny peaks.

It felt nice to be spoken about so adoringly by the person he loved. So, with a burst of confidence pumping through his veins, he parted his legs, allowing Tonfah to get an eyeful of his weeping cocklet and wet pussy that pulsed with arousal.

A low growl vibrated in the air, the grip on his knee tightening as Tonfah’s eyes widened ever so slightly, as if the most delectable meal had been presented to him on a silver platter. Typhoon purred in response, his toes curling into the bedding, excitement bubbling up inside of him.

“So gorgeous,” the alpha murmured, drinking up every single inch of his nude body. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to see you like this?”

Hearing the deep gravel of his tone, Typhoon silently shook his head, his own voice caught in his throat.

Tonfah smiled, though it resembled a sly fox that had successfully caught its meal, the look of hunger returning with newfound force. Leaning forward until he bracketed the younger, his hands encircled the omega’s wrists once more and pinned them to the bed. Using his thumbs, he pressed into the small glands there and began rubbing them gently, drawing out a breathless moan from Phoon.

“I’ve thought about this exact moment so many times,” he said quietly, gazing into the wide eyes staring up at him with awe. “You’re always on my mind, Typhoon. Ever since I found out you were the person behind the notes, I can never stop thinking about you; your voice, your smile, your eyes, your scent… You truly don’t know just how much you drive me crazy.

“And you really have no idea just how selfish and greedy I am when it comes to you, because for every little innocent kiss and hug you give me, I only want more.”

Mouth dropping open, a small and sharp sound exhaled from between Typhoon’s lips, feeling the heat inside his body only intensifying at the admission. It was unusual to hear such talk come from his boyfriend, yet thrilling at the same time.

He really liked this side of Tonfah.

When the glands were firmly raised under his touch and the ardent scent flowed freely from them, Tonfah ran his hands along Typhoon’s arms, noticing with glee that the muscles were so relaxed that they stayed in place. Stopping at his armpits, the alpha paid attention to the glands just below them, subjecting them to the same treatment.

Feeling fingers press into the sensitive area, Typhoon couldn’t help squirming and whimpering at the ticklish sensation, pin-prickles running along his flesh. However, Tonfah simply held him still and continued talking.

“I’ve even dreamt about you—dreamt about being with you like this so many times. That’s how ingrained you are in my mind,” he said, moving his thumbs in slow circles. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else before, Typhoon. I didn’t even know I was capable of such dirty thoughts and fantasies, but you just bring this side out of me so easily.”

While the alpha continued to play with his glands, manipulating them until his pheromones congealed in the air like a cloud of cotton candy, Typhoon felt himself sink deeper into the pleasant mist. Everything felt so wonderful, the amazing sensation of Fah’s hands on his flesh only heightened by his high, his words like honey as they dripped down his ears.

Eventually, the hands moved away from his armpits, leaving the glands there thoroughly stimulated, and slowly travelled along his body. Typhoon moaned when the fingers teasingly grazed his nipples, causing tingles to sparkle under his skin. Palms smoothed over his ribs and glided over his stomach all the way down to his hips.

Tonfah stopped his wandering hands at the top of Phoon’s slim thighs, just shy of where the vanilla and jasmine scent was most potent, radiating from the omega in thick, damp waves. He stared at the pretty pink cocklet that wept with want, his eyes dipping lower to the pussy that dribbled slick, throbbing with an aching need to be touched. The muscles in Typhoon’s legs quivered, anticipating the alpha’s next move.

Slowly, Tonfah moved his hands once more, following down the crease of his thighs.

“Did you know you caused me to have a flash rut?”

The question was jarring, the revelation shocking the omega. However, when Tonfah’s thumbs pressed into the inner dip of his thighs and began massaging the scent glands that were just centimetres from his dripping core, he whined with a mixture of frustrated pleasure; the stimulation was so much, yet not enough at the same time.

“Ah-ah, be patient, omega, and let alpha tell his story,” Tonfah chided, though the prominent tent in his yakuta showed that he was thoroughly enjoying Typhoon’s impatience. “It was the night of our first kiss; even though you went through all that trouble to hide your identity—your scent—I could still tell how that kiss affected you, little one.”

Head swirling with his pheromone high, remembering the kiss on the outdoor terrace and how it left him feeling, caused Typhoon to moan drunkenly, his belly churning in a way that made him quake between his legs. The ministrations that Tonfah inflicted on his glands only intensified the feeling, and he gripped the bedsheets when it grew stronger.

“On the drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about your soft lips and the little noises you made,” he admitted lowly, his gaze sharp as he watched the younger slowly fall apart. “It was then that I realised you were just more than my nong, more than the quiet neighbour that I grew up with. All these years, I felt like something was missing from my life, and in that moment, I knew it was you. In that moment, I wanted you, Typhoon—I burned for you.”

Spreading the omega’s thighs wider, he pressed harshly into his glands to emphasise his point, causing Typhoon to arch his spine.

“Alpha,” he gasped, his hips stirring against the hands that held him down.

“Before I knew it, just thinking about you caused me to slip into a flash rut right there in my car—that’s how much you affected me, Phoon,” he said, the composure in his voice slipping ever so slightly. “I barely made it back to my condo, didn’t even make it to my den, before I couldn’t take it anymore. I ended up fisting my cock on the couch until I came all over myself like some horny animal.”

It was hard to fathom that Tonfah, the sweet, sensible alpha that he knew, was capable of such a filthy act. Yet, surprisingly, Typhoon could easily picture it; the omega knew better, because underneath the gentle demeanour was an eager and voracious wolf waiting to be unleashed.

Butterflies fluttered wildly in the pit of his taut stomach, and Typhoon clenched at the tantalising feeling that only seemed to grow bigger.

“And do you know what I thought of the entire time I was in rut, jerking myself off and fucking my fleshlight?”

Tonfah lowered himself until his face hovered inches from Typhoon’s, his thumbs working faster, rougher, meaner.

“I thought of you, omega. I imagined your pretty naked body under me, just like this, so soft and malleable. I imagined your pussy wrapped around my cock, hearing you moaning for me while I fucked you over and over again. I imagined sinking my teeth into your neck when I finally knotted you, claiming you as mine and making sure it took, making sure I fucked enough cum inside of you until I pupped you—“

The world ceased to exist when Typhoon’s orgasm finally hit him, imploding his haze with such intense velocity. Tonfah’s filthy words were too much for him, the imagery of getting knocked up with his baby being catalyst that sent him plummeting over the edge of his building peak.

Vision blurring, he bowed from the bed as waves of pure ecstasy rolled through him, swelling and crashing inside of him. The air was ripped from his lungs, leaving him suspended in a breathless state while he rode out his orgasm, before eventually collapsing in a boneless heap.

Chest heaving, the waves of his climax retreated, leaving behind a devastating flood of pleasure that had every nerve ending in his body buzzing like exposed wires. During his pheromone high, he felt like he was floating, but now he came back down to Earth, slowly drifting back into his body.

Blinking out of his stupor, he found Tonfah silently watching him from his position between his legs, wearing an expression similar to someone who had just witnessed a miracle happen before their eyes.

“You back with me, Phoon?”

Feeling the firm touch of hands rubbing circles against his trembling thighs, an attempt to ground him, the omega nodded weakly, yet to regain the ability to form any words. Senses gradually returning, the aftermath of his orgasm waned slightly, and the sticky mess of cum and slick between his thighs became glaringly obvious.

“You really came just from me touching your glands…” Tonfah said with a hint of disbelief, as if he wasn’t the cause of it. “God, you’re amazing.”

The omega barely caught the shift in his boyfriend’s gaze, the darkness returning once more, before he disappeared from his view. Suddenly, hands wrapped around his ankles, and Typhoon squealed loudly when he was dragged down the bed. Ass hanging off the edge, his legs dangled flimsily until he felt them hook over something solid, bending them at the knees so he was spread wide open.

Utterly flustered, he looked down to the end of the bed and froze at what he found.

“P’Fah?”

Crouched on the floor, only the alpha’s face was visible from between Typhoon’s knees, where they rested on his shoulders, his fingers digging into the fat of his thighs to keep them apart. With his gaze firmly locked on the omega’s sex, practically salivating at his spent cocklet and dripping pussy, Tonfah truly resembled a wild animal victorious on its hunt.

A predator with his prey caught in his clutches.

“Alpha wants a taste, sweet thing.”

With bated breath, Typhoon watched him lean forward, feeling the alpha’s breath fanning over his most sensitive region as he dipped his head closer. Bypassing his pussy, Tonfah instead stuck his tongue out and licked along the sticky puddle of cum splattered across his navel, groaning when the overpowering taste of floral vanilla exploded on his tongue.

“I’ve been waiting for so long for this,” he said, biting back the growl in his throat, “and now that I’ve had a taste, I want to eat you all up, omega.”

Flattening his tongue, he began licking up the rest of the tacky fluid, Typhoon gasping at the rough texture of the appendage against his skin. The alpha greedily licked him clean, savouring every last drop while teasing near to his cocklet, edging closer until eventually, he enveloped it.

The alpha’s hot and wet mouth sucked his already sensitive cocklet, easily taking the whole thing until his nose pressed into the tiny patch of coarse hair on his groin. Still in the throes of aftershocks from his orgasm, Typhoon cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. Weakly grasping at Tonfah’s hair, he was unsure whether he wanted to stop him bobbing his head or just hold on for the ride, as the way the alpha swirled his tongue around his tip felt so good.

Moaning deep in his throat, Tonfah hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around him, enjoying working his mouth on his lover’s cute cocklet, taking satisfaction in his debauched noises.

Hips bucking wildly, Typhoon wailed at the sensation, electricity frying his whole body as another orgasm barrelled towards him. It was too much, too fast; the omega barely recovered from his previous one before he arched from the bed once more. Releasing a silent scream, he couldn’t warn the alpha before he came down his throat in short spurts, though Tonfah happily accepted his load.

His climax was fast and devastating the second time round, wringing every ounce of energy from his body like a wet towel.

Even after his cocklet stopped twitching and ran dry, Tonfah continued to suckle on the tip, wanting to catch even the smallest pearl beading from the slit, addicted to the creamy taste of his boyfriend. In the torment of pleasure that tip-toed into overstimulation, Typhoon moaned pitifully, attempting to twist himself away from his persistent alpha.

Thankfully, Tonfah took the hint and released him with a wet smack, his cocklet falling limply against his groin. Typhoon collapsed in relief, struggling to catch his breath as his chest rose with deep, shaky inhales. Blood pounding in his ears, a white fuzz numbed his head, the omega hardly registered the tender, murmuring praises his boyfriend sprinkled into the flesh of his inner thighs. Trying his hardest to recover from the devastating effects of his second climax, Phoon failed to realise the kisses were slowly creeping inwards, Tonfah trailing his lips and tongue closer to the honeyed centre between his thighs.

A tongue prodding between his folds, licking up the slick that dripped down his perineum, ripped a startled cry from his chest. Shooting up from the bed, he curled over and pushed pathetically at the alpha’s head, squirming when his hypersensitive pussy quivered at the stimulation.

“P’Fah—too much,” he slurred, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

However, Tonfah simply grabbed both of his wrists with one hand and pinned them to the mattress, using his other hand to press firmly at his abdomen, keeping him in place with nowhere to escape.

“Just a quick taste, baby,” he said, his mouth muffled by his cunt, “alpha just wants a little taste of your pussy.”

Typhoon knew that was a bald-faced lie.

Because after a couple of small flicks around his puffy mound, Tonfah was dragging his tongue in long, hard swipes directly over his labia, intoxicated by the cloying taste of jasmine and vanilla from his core. A ‘quick taste’ turned into a full serving, Tonfah dipping his tongue into the soft warmth of his slit, wanting the honey directly from the pot. All the omega could do was watch the alpha lose control, succumbing to his most carnal desires, until eventually, the last of his resolve snapped.

Letting his hunger consume him, the wolf finally feasted.

Burying his face between his sleek folds, Tonfah snarled when he penetrated his pulsating hole with his tongue, swirling and pushing deep into the hot, narrow cavern.

“Oh-!”

Eyes rolling into the back of his skull, Typhoon fell back with a harsh groan as the pointed muscle explored his pussy, a viscous yet sensual pleasure roaring inside of him. Even though he was already struggling to balance on the knife's edge that his last two orgasms left him teetering on, he couldn’t deny how incredible the alpha’s mouth felt against him, his body rejoicing as Tonfah tongue-fucked him within an inch of his life.

And when he wrapped his lips around his clit and sucked the fleshy nub cruelly, Typhoon screamed in wretched ecstasy.

It was inevitable that yet another peak would quickly overcome him, his virginal cunt not used to such pleasurable abuse, but the omega wouldn’t go down without a fight. Trying to starve off the tidal wave that threatened to drag him under, he clenched the thick muscles of his inner thighs tightly together, inadvertently smothering Tonfah with his pussy and trapping him.

Not that the alpha minded.

No, in fact, Tonfah revelled in the crushing pressure of Phoon’s thighs against his head, wallowing in the clammy heat where blood pumped furiously through his femoral arteries, warming his ears. The alpha would gladly suffocate himself in the syrupy nirvana of Typhoon’s cunt as he ate to his heart’s content—it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.

It was sinful the way he worked his tongue, moving inside of Typhoon with wicked precision that had the omega losing his mind, sizzling his brain with salacious reveries. Breathy moans bellowed past his lips, uncaring of whether the other guests could hear him in the adjoining rooms, as he rolled his pelvis against Tonfah, shoving his pussy all over his face. Embracing the overwhelming pleasure, he let the waves of bliss begin to pull him back out into the deep ocean, barely keeping himself afloat.

When the hand on his navel snaked down to finger his engorged clit, rubbing in fast and hard circles, Typhoon finally let go and submitted to his third orgasm of the evening.

Dragged under crystalline blue, oxygen was stolen from him as a numbness overtook his body for a moment, before ecstasy shattered the world around him, the shards piercing his flesh right down to his bones. Tears blurred his darkening vision, Typhoon on the cusp of blacking out as the intensity of his climax flipped him upside down and tumbled him through the dark and deep. The muscles in his stomach contracted, forcing a waterfall of slick to gush from his fluttering cunt and soak his lover, who happily slurped up every drop.

Emerging from the murky depths of his rapture, Typhoon struggled to catch his breath, his heart thundering against his ribs and a high-pitched ring glaring in his ears. His flesh prickled painfully as Tonfah continued to thrust his tongue and lap the remnants of his juices, the fingers teasing his clit driving him into painful overstimulation.

Tears spilt down his cheeks, and a pitiful cry left his throat as he weakly thrashed away from the alpha’s mouth, unable to take the ongoing stimuli anymore.

“P’Fah…”

Hearing his boyfriend’s broken plea snapped the alpha out of his feeding frenzy, realising he was pushing the younger past the point of enjoyment. Even though Tonfah could willingly eat him out for longer, more than happy to spend hours indulging himself with his ambrosian slick while drawing orgasm and orgasm from his boyfriend, Tonfah knew he needed to restrain himself for Typhoon’s sake, not wanting to completely break the omega during his first time.

There would be plenty of opportunities for that in the future.

Releasing his wrists, he pulled away from Phoon’s pussy, strings of slick and saliva stretching between his chin and the swollen folds of pink flesh. A low sigh of relief came from above him, and the legs on his shoulders collapsed, Tonfah quickly grabbing them before they fell away. Straightening his back, he raked his eyes along Typhoon’s slackened body, suppressing his growl at the alluring sight before him.

Skin glistening with sweat, a beautiful blush painted the omega’s usual pale skin, his cheeks and chest particularly dark with a rosy colour, matching his two perky buds. Chest heaving, he sucked in air shakily through his rounded lips, his glassy eyes staring up at Tonfah with an unfocused gaze. Noticing the tear-tracks that marred his pretty face, a brief sense of sick satisfaction curled in the alpha’s chest, before a niggle of worry wormed its way through.

“Are you okay, Typhoon?” He asked, sweeping his hands along his trembling thighs.

The omega remained silent for a few seconds before a wobbly yet blissful smile appeared across his lips, his eyes fixating on the alpha as he lazily nodded.

“Mmm, yeah,” he garbled, his words melting together sluggishly, “was amazing, alpha—never felt like that before.”

Tonfah grinned at his boyfriend’s response, gratified pride swelling up in his chest. Pushing himself up from the floor, he let the dead weight of Phoon’s legs drop around his waist so he could crouch upright. Leaning over his dazed boyfriend, he pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, disregarding the fact that his face was sticky with slick.

“You were so good for me,” he said, using one of his hands to run through the younger’s sweat-damp hair. “Took everything alpha gave you like a good omega.”

At the affection-filled praise his alpha showered him with, the words grounding him in his vulnerable state, Typhoon practically glowed with elation.

Every gentle touch and caress, every whisper and acclaim, were all overflowing with Tonfah’s infinite love for him. The alpha had completely stripped away his wounded layers to his rawest form, exposing him to a type of pleasure he didn’t even know was possible, only to rebuild him with the utmost tender-loving care.

Ever since his family life fell apart, Typhoon prayed for this type of love, and Tonfah was lavishing him with it.

Even though he was worn out, shattered down to the hollows of his weary bones after the onslaught of mind-blowing orgasms one after another, Typhoon felt the glow bloom within him, broiling into arousal that reawakened with newfound force. In his chest, he felt his inner omega stir in anticipation, the exultation of his high disappearing only to be replaced by a sudden, searing need for more.

A salacious need for his alpha.

Somehow finding the strength to lift his heavy arm, he brought his hand between their bodies and fumbled blindly for a moment before latching onto the silk belt of Tonfah’s yukata, tugging feebly at it.

Realising what he was trying to do, Tonfah pulled away with a hint of amusement crossing his face, silently watching Typhoon scrambling at his gown.

“Slow down, little one,” he mused, covering the younger’s hand with his own. “I’m not going anywhere.”

While the omega should bask in the offer of respite and allow his strung-out body to recover before they went any further, Typhoon instead shook his head at the suggestion, a frown pinching his brows.

“No, I want you,” he whined and released a plume of lustful pheromones.

Hit with the dense wall of vanilla and jasmine, Tonfah couldn’t deny the saccharine taste of pure arousal that coated his tongue, making his mouth water. Eyes fluttering shut, he bit back a groan when he felt his inner alpha tremble under the surface, his rein on his own desire slipping.

“And you have me, Phoon,” he said, swallowing thickly, “I just want you to rest for a little while before we go any further.”

“But I need it, alpha!” Typhoon cried despairingly, getting more worked up as the seconds passed, with Tonfah refusing to help him. “I feel so empty! I want you—want it just like how you imagined it during your rut. I need your knot, P’Tonfah—I want you to make me yours.”

Hearing the depraved pleas fall from his boyfriend’s mouth, witnessing the tears welling up in his innocently round eyes, and smelling the desperation in his scent was all too much for Tonfah to handle. How was he supposed to deny a request like that, especially when his omega begged so nicely?

In an instant, he felt his inner alpha take over his mind, body, and soul, the starvation returning to the pit of his belly.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Typhoon—gonna fuck you so good and make you mine.”

Before Typhoon could digest the roughly spoken words, he gasped when the alpha suddenly picked him up and effortlessly hauled him back to the middle of the bed, limbs flailing uselessly when he landed with a bounce. With wide eyes, he watched Tonfah slink onto the bed after him and stalk along the sheets, resembling a wild jungle cat on the hunt. Belly whirling with excitement, he shivered when he caught the glint in the alpha’s dark gaze that he set upon him.

Kneeling before his trembling legs once more, Tonfah elongated his back until he towered over the younger. With a sharp tug, he pulled apart his belt and allowed his yukata to fall open, giving his boyfriend an eyeful of his naked body for the first time.

Watching the fabric drape along his pale skin, Typhoon admired his well-toned chest, only ever catching small glimpses of the medical student’s pecs when he would unbutton his uniform after a tiring day at university. Now, he could marvel at his alpha’s lean body in all its glory as the yukata slipped from his shoulders, appreciating the soft muscles in his arms. Eyes wandering down his defined stomach, he followed along the trail of hair that grew thicker until he finally set his sights on the alpha’s cock.

The first thing Typhoon noticed was how painfully erect he was, his dick swollen and an angry shade of red with precum leaking from the rounded tip. The pearly fluid smeared against his lower stomach, where his muscles dipped into the carved out V-shape of his groin, the thick tendon pulsing along the curve of his shaft. Below in the trimmed nest of dark hair hung his balls, pulsing heavily with cum.

Flustering at the sight, his pussy aching with a dire need to be stuffed full of his alpha’s cock, Typhoon quickly reverted his gaze upwards before he ended up submitting like a dumb bitch in heat.

A naked Tonfah was astoundingly handsome in a refined manner, far exceeding the omega’s expectations in every way. Hand twitching, Typhoon raised it from the bed slightly before pausing mid-air, unsure if he could even dare touch the courtly man before him; it felt forbidden, like he was stretching out his fingertips to a historic statue in a museum.

The alpha rumbled lowly, letting his gown pool on the bed when he noticed the younger’s hesitation.

“Touch me, omega, please,” he said, a hint of urgency in his gravelly voice, “I need to feel you.”

Wanting to please—to obey—his alpha, Typhoon closed the distance and pressed his hand flat against his sternum. The heat that radiated from his flesh was astonishing, the alpha quite literally burning with desire, and he could faintly feel his steady but enthusiastic heartbeat under his palm. Slowly, Typhoon dragged his hand along his stomach, tracing over the alpha’s soft six-pack, feeling the muscles clench under his fingers when he brushed over his navel and ventured lower.

Pausing just centimetres from the leaking tip of his cock, Typhoon listened to the little gusts of breath his boyfriend panted out through his nose, hearing the excitement in them. Despite visibly thrumming with anticipation, Tonfah used every last bit of his self-restraint to wait for the omega to touch him where he wanted it the most. Even though he had never done this before, Phoon decided not to overthink it and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a tentative squeeze.

A sharp intake of breath made him jump, and he looked up to find Tonfah squeezing his eyes shut while rolling his head back, a pleased growl vibrating through the air.

“Phoon…” he hummed, his hips canting forward.

Encouraged by his reaction, Typhoon returned his attention to the pulsing mass in his hand and followed what his instincts told him to do, beginning to slowly stroke it. Curiously, he ran the pads of his fingers over every bump and ridge, mapping out the entire length in long drags that had Tonfah moaning, clearly enjoying the way his omega touched him. When Typhoon slipped his hand lower to cup his balls, feeling the weight of them, the alpha jerked with a hiss.

“Fuck! Baby, I can’t—I need-“

Tilting his chin to bare his neck, Typhoon looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, alpha, make me yours.”

The words barely left his mouth before he was knocked flat on his back, Tonfah surging forward to lock their mouths together in a biting, starving kiss. He choked on a gasp when the alpha roughly palmed his ass and lifted him to shove a pillow under his hips, the added support tilting his pelvis and taking the strain away from his lower back.

With his body still weary from their earlier couplings, Tonfah helped guide Tyohoon into position. Wrapping the omega’s arms around his neck and pulling his thighs snug around his waist, the alpha’s larger form completely shrouded him, their bodies moulding together into one.

When the tip of Tonfah’s cock appeared at his entrance, nudging between his slick folds, Typhoon’s heart stuttered in his chest, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in his gut. Smelling the subtle change in his scent, the alpha broke away from the kiss to rest their foreheads together, his eyes boring into the younger with such intensity.

“Ready?”

For a fleeting moment, a rational part of Typhoon came to the sudden realisation that they shouldn’t be doing this without protection, even if it was both their first times. However, he purposely ignored the sensible part of his brain, instead favouring the loud and corrupted thought of being connected to Tonfah raw with no barriers between them, allowing him to mark him with his seed and breed him till he was pupped.

(Conveniently, Typhoon also forgot the fact that he couldn’t conceive just yet, thanks to the suppressants he was taking.)

Fuelled with burning hot passion at the perverted thoughts, he nodded enthusiastically, fingers clawing at the other’s shoulders.

“Please, P’Fah, need you inside of me, want to feel you—oh!”

With a firm thrust, Tonfah pushed into Typhoon.

The pressure was abrupt and immense, stealing his breath away. Even after three orgasms, the intrusion felt massive, the cock head stretching his sensitive pussy open and forcing his virginal walls to adjust. It was an odd sensation, one that would border on painful if Typhoon didn’t listen to his body’s instincts.

Taking deep breaths while keeping his muscles nice and loose, he welcomed it—welcomed the alpha inside of his body. And when the fat tip finally breached past his entrance, Typhoon threw his head back with a moan as the blunt pressure turned into the beginnings of pleasure.

Aided by the copious amounts of slick, Tonfah pushed in further, filling every inch of Phoon’s tight heat to the depths of his core until his cock was completely sheathed inside of him, their pelvises pressing together with a small kiss.

And suddenly, everything felt right.

Feeling the heavy weight nestled inside of him, tears sprang to Typhoon’s eyes, because in all his life, he had never felt so complete. After years of depressing loneliness and self-preserving isolation, it was like two halves of the same soul had rejoined each other, stitching their torn seams together until the omega was whole again.

For the rest of his life, Typhoon would never forget this feeling.

A thumb swiped at the wetness on his cheeks, which brought him out of his epiphany to focus on the alpha smiling warmly at him. Thankfully, Tonfah seemed to sense that his tears were not out of pain, but a positive reaction to the slightly overwhelming feelings he was experiencing, as he pressed his lips to his forehead.

“I love you, Typhoon,” he murmured, running a comforting hand along his waist. “You’ve always been mine, even when I was too blind to see it.”

A shocked moan jolted from the omega’s mouth when Tonfah began moving in shallow thrusts, circling his hips to grind his cock deeper, letting Typhoon become familiar with the fullness.

“But I see it now,” he continued with a small groan, “I see how perfect you are—how you were made for me.”

With every slow drag of his cock, he felt his omega gradually open up to accommodate him wholly, finding less resistance as lewd pleasure filled Typhoon’s veins. Planting one arm on the mattress to bear his weight, Tonfah increased the speed of his thrusts, watching Typhoon’s eyes widen, and his mouth fall open when he began slowly fucking him.

“You’re so smart, baby; I love watching you study, especially when you poke your tongue out with that cute little frown between your eyebrows while you concentrate,” he said. “Your smile is infectious, and you have this innocent joy that radiates from you. You’re also brave and strong—stronger than you think—and you’ve survived so much hardship.

“The most amazing thing about you, Phoon, is that you’re fiercely loyal to everyone close to you. Not only can I see it with your friends, but you also proved it by how long you waited for me.”

The words were heart-achingly sweet, Typhoon’s chest clenching at the alpha’s wholesome honesty, an oxymoron with his current prurient actions.

It was still hard for Typhoon to truly accept the devoted affection Tonfah would say to him, a cruel part of him believing that he didn’t deserve such benevolent love and kindness bestowed upon him. However, in that moment, when the two of them were joined as they made love for the first time, Typhoon chose to ignore that small part of himself and accept those words, letting them sink into his heart.

“I’m so stupid for making you wait for all these years, for not releasing sooner what I had in front of me this whole time,” Tonfah said, gazing directly into his watery eyes, “but we’re together now, and that’s all that matters. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and someday, I’ll claim you so everyone can see that; I’ll put a bite right there on your gland.”

Typhoon wailed, not only at the promise of his alpha giving him a mating bite, but at the sudden, sharp snap of Tonfah’s hips that shoved his cock in deeper.

“I love you, P’Tonfah,” He cried desperately, the fire raging in his belly. “It’s always been you—only you.”

Tonfah kissed him messily, overtaken with the wanton lust that had been brewing under his skin for so long. Unable to hold back anymore, he unleashed weeks of pent-up desire, taking Typhoon just like how he always wanted to.

Bodies rocking together, he led the sensual dance with firm and fast thrusts, Typhoon moaning shamelessly every time he plunged inside of him. Slick oozed from him, making everything wet and enjoyable, his pussy shaping around his alpha’s cock. He steadily learnt to take every inch until he began greedily clenching around it, tightening his legs around Tonfah’s waist to pull him closer, the fire climbing higher inside of him.

Tonfah hissed at the pressure, his hips bucking faster. “Yeah, just like that—knew you would take my cock so well, made just for me.”

Typhoon was in heaven.

It truly felt like all of his prayers had finally been answered, getting to experience such a deep-seated and satisfying connection with Tonfah. Not only were they exploring their love physically, but also on a spiritual level as well, for Typhoon could feel their bond strengthen in every fibre of his being, manipulating and changing his DNA.

In that moment, he knew without a shadow of doubt that Tonfah was his soulmate, his home, his refuge. The alpha was the light at the end of the tunnel, his sanctuary from the miserable existence that he had endured for the past couple of years, his happy ever after.

It never occurred to him that sex could feel this amazing, so utterly groundbreaking and bone-shattering. Typhoon wanted to soak in it—drown in it—letting the pleasurable ocean wash him away until there was nothing left but the pure light he felt beaming inside of him.

With the threat of yet another orgasm looming over him, rapidly coiling tightly in his core, he wanted nothing more than for Tonfah to carve a permanent place deep in his core so he could feel like this forever.

Taken and claimed.

“Alpha…” he whined, every muscle in his body tensing at the realisation that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“It’s okay, alpha’s gonna make you cum,” Tonfah said, his breathing ragged, “then I’ll knot you, baby.”

Fingers digging into one of his thighs, he pushed him open, spreading him wider while tilting his pelvis up. It took a few experimental thrusts in the new position before he found what he was searching for, Typhoon’s high-pitched cry letting him know he had successfully found his g-spot.

The omega squirmed, his nerve-endings alight with electricity every time the alpha’s cock-head brushed against a certain area that had him seeing stars. It was too much, and suddenly, his fourth orgasm of the night crashed into him, the coil snapping and the flames licking along his spasming body.

It was powerful and annihilating, Typhoon momentarily blacking out and losing all sense of himself, before surging back into his consciousness with a bang, riding a tsunami wave of total euphoria.

A hot mouth pressed against his neck, licking and sucking at his gland, which only heightened his pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s it, Typhoon,” Tonfah panted, rutting into his convulsing body with reckless abandon. “My precious omega, cumming on your alpha’s cock like this. I’ll give you what you want now, okay?”

Through the obscene, drenched sounds of Tonfah pounding into his sensitive, gushing cunt, Typhoon vaguely registered the fullness beginning to expand inside of him, stretching him open even more. It took a few seconds for his orgasm-drunk brain to understand what was happening, the realisation sinking in when he felt something bulbous catching at his entrance.

Tonfah’s knot.

Still in the midst of his high, his cotton-filled mouth couldn’t form any coherent words to express just how much he wanted his knot, needing it inside of him. Instead, he mustered every bit of strength to cling against his alpha, little pleased noises of pure joy spilling from his slackened lips as Tonfah fucked the swelling base of his cock into him.

“Gonna breed you and fill you up until it takes, Typhoon. I’ll keep you here and make love to you all night. I’ll knot you over and over again until you’re pupped and—urgh!”

The alpha’s dirty promises were cut off when, with one final slam of his hips, Tonfah breached his vaginal with his fully engorged knot, popping it inside of him and locking the two of them together. Body seizing, Tonfah squeezed his eyes and released a guttural groan from within his chest, his climax hitting him like a freight train.

Warmth instantly flooded Typhoon, feeling a rush of liquid in his core as Tonfah spilt his seed deep inside of him. While it was a weird sensation, Typhoon mewled with delight, another wave from his lingering orgasm crashing through him. His pussy quivered, the velvety walls clenching and pulsing wildly around his alpha’s knot, milking every drop of ejaculation to fill his womb.

In the crook of his neck, Tonfah keened loudly, starting low before pitching off into a high cry. It was a sound that Typhoon had never heard him produce before, almost as if the alpha was in pain rather than pleasure.

However, the presence of teeth pressing against his gland, not breaking the skin but threatening to leave a bruise, caused Typhoon to freeze, a broken moan whispering past his lips when Tonfah’s hips twitched violently. Senses heightened, he registered the faint mantra his boyfriend growled against his flesh, repeating the same word in time with his barely-there thrusts.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine…”

Twisting his fingers in the hair of Tonfah’s nape, he nodded deliriously in agreement.

“Yours,” he said, appeasing the alpha’s instincts. “Typhoon is P’Tonfah’s, forever and always.”

The alpha hummed, clearly satisfied. With the omega’s declaration. Though he kept his teeth pressed firmly against his flesh, he laved his tongue soothingly across his gland, enjoying the gaudy taste of sex pheromones oozing from him.

And, oh, wow, Typhoon had never felt so content.

Settling into a rosy, post-orgasmic haze, the world around him drifting dreamily, his bones melted into molasses, and his body relaxed in the comfort of his alpha’s embrace. Blissful exhaustion crept into the edges of his consciousness, and his eyes slipped closed, a relaxed sigh deflating his chest. In his moment of respite, he allowed himself to just focus on the knot anchored in the hidden depths of his core, tying the two of them together.

The immense fullness the omega felt was astounding; his pussy stuffed to the brim with alpha cock and cum, his soft folds stretched to their limits around the throbbing knot. However, his sex ached deliciously around the solid mass, the sensation strange yet pervertedly wonderful at the same time. It felt remarkable being so close to his alpha, the two of them bound to one another in the most primitive way, and Typhoon relished it.

Eventually, he felt Tonfah’s cock give one last half-hearted twitch, emptying the last of his load with the tiniest spurt. Satisfied that he had been thoroughly bred, the alpha unlocked his jaw and released his gland, rumbling proudly at the indentation of his teeth left behind—the mark would last for at least a couple of days.

Nuzzling his nose against the younger’s cheek, Tonfah trailed soft pecks along his jaw before capturing his lips with a gentle kiss, vastly different from the previous wild kisses.

“How are you feeling?” He asked once he pulled away.

Opening his heavy eyes, Typhoon found his boyfriend staring down at him with a satiated expression, any trace of his previous hunger gone.

“Good,” he murmured, not having the energy to put into more words exactly how he felt, “jus’ worn out.”

“Sorry,” the alpha replied, but from the smirk playing on his lips, Typhoon knew he wasn’t really, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Typhoon huffed a tired chuckle. “S’okay.”

“Are you sore?”

“Hm, a little in my legs,” he answered, before slipping his hand over his lower abdomen, “but not here—feels nice with you inside of me.”

Another proud rumble reverberated from Tonfah’s chest, so powerful that the sensation travelled to the base of his swollen cock, causing the omega to wiggle with a quiet moan. Grabbing his thigh, Tonfah massaged it soothingly while chuckling.

“Careful what you say, little one.”

With Tonfah beginning to knead his tired muscles, Typhoon let himself relax once more into the plush bedding, drifting languidly on cloud nine. Nose to the air, he inhaled the heady, sensual smell of his new jasmine-laced vanilla scent, intertwining with Tonfah’s sandalwood, creating a tantalising fragrance that he wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

Lost in his happy little bubble, wrapped up in the comfort and safety of his alpha’s hold, he didn’t register Tonfah beginning to move until his knot tugged at his entrance, eliciting a sharp whine from him.

“I’m sorry,” Tonfah said, brushing his lips against his nose before slipping his arms around him, “hold on to me tightly, Phoon.”

“P’Fah?”

The omega barely had the chance to process his request before Tonfah suddenly lifted him from the mattress. Gasping, he scrambled to wrap his arms tightly around his neck and cross his ankles at the base of the alpha’s spine, securing himself in a death-grip.

“P’Fah! What are you doing?”

Manoeuvring along the bed until he could stand up, careful not to jostle his boyfriend too much, Tonfah gave him a sly grin.

“The onsen,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing, “did you forget, baby?”

Typhoon gawped, his sluggish brain trying to comprehend what Tonfah was suggesting.

“But…” he gestured between their bodies where they were joined together, “like this?”

“Of course.”

Cupping his rear to keep their pelvises flush, Tonfah carefully walked toward the glass doors leading to the terrace. Realising his boyfriend was deadly serious, Typhoon couldn’t help the spike of panic that shot through him, fidgeting nervously in his hold.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Don’t worry, it’s completely secluded—all rooms with onsens have private terraces,” he explained, easing his worries. “It’s just the two of us, Phoon, I promise.”

Sliding the door open, Tonfah carried him out onto the wooden decking, the warm glow of the candle-lit lamps softly illuminating the evening darkness. Goosepimples raised along the omega’s skin, the cold night air harsh against his tacky flesh, but Typhoon barely noticed, too distracted by the scenery in front of him.

Just beyond the guard rail of the terrace, a populated and dense forest confronted the couple, surrounding them in the darkness. Rows of Japanese cedar and beech trees stretched along the horizon, towering into the black sky where thousands of tiny stars twinkled over the mountains, a silver crescent moon hiding just behind one of the jagged peaks.

Just like Tonfah had promised, they were totally isolated, graced only by the presence of nature.

“It’s beautiful,” Typhoon whispered, scared to break the tranquil silence.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

Feeling his alpha’s intense gaze on him, realising he hadn’t once looked out towards the scenery, Typhoon flushed darkly and quickly averted his attention to the onsen.

Mineral-rich rocks outlined the hot spring bath, creating a circular basin that was more than adequate enough for the couple, steam billowing into the air from the crystal-like water. Typhoon couldn’t deny how inviting it appeared, especially when the bitter cold snapped against his skin, causing him to shiver in Tonfah’s grasp.

“Let’s get you in,” the alpha said.

Stepping onto the raised platform to enter the pool, Tonfah profusely whispered apologies when the movement disturbed his knot inside of Typhoon, who couldn’t help his small whimpers of discomfort. When the alpha slowly lowered the two of them into the water, Typhoon’s muscles clenched with shock at the dramatic temperature change, before quickly relaxing in the soothing heat once he was submerged up to his chest; it felt divine.

“There we go,” Tonfah cooed, settling on the stone seat, “much better, right, baby?”

With the warm water softly lapping at his back, Typhoon rested his chin on the other’s shoulder with a contented hum, his eyes fluttering closed. After the exertion that the alpha had put him through, the onsen brought quick relief to every little ache and stiffness in his body, soothing his throbbing mound still stretched around the alpha’s fat knot.

For a short while, the couple remained exactly like that. Under the silver-speckled night sky with nature’s white noise as their soundtrack, they enjoyed the benefits of the hot spring while silently soaking up each other’s presence in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Under the water, Tonfah’s hands mindlessly wandered along every inch of his body, the tips of his fingers tracing invisible tattoos into his skin, mapping the span of his flesh. It was romantically perfect, Typhoon musing that he could easily drift off to sleep like this, with his alpha’s knot buried inside of him.

However, when he felt a pair of lips on his collarbone, beginning a slow ascent up his neck that caused the hairs on his nape to stand, he knew his slumber would have to wait. With every suck and bite at his flesh, Typhoon could feel the growing need behind them, and when the aromatic scent of sandalwood drifted up into his nose, he knew his alpha’s appetite had returned.

Despite having already gone through a marathon of orgasms that had wrung his body out, Typhoon reciprocated the kiss when their lips reconnected, feeling his own arousal stirring once more. Lust dominated the kiss, spiralling into a heady makeout session until Tonfah finally pushed his tongue past the seam of Phoon’s lips, licking hungrily inside his mouth, the omega humming around the appendage. As the kiss deepened, heat crackled in his belly, and Typhoon suddenly felt compelled to stoke the flames.

Listening to what his body wanted, trying to gauge his instincts like he was dialling a static radio, he sat straighter in the alpha’s lap and clumsily tilted his pelvis, surprising himself when the knot nudged against the tight grip of his walls. The small movement sent a current of electrical sparks along his spine, a shocked moan spilling into the kiss. It must have felt good for the alpha as well, considering the way Tonfah tensed and clutched at his slim back.

Spurred on by the hot wave of pleasure he felt, Typhoon began rounding his hips, experimenting with different little movements that had him clenching around Tonfah, who also began grinding himself further into the tight, wet heat of Phoon’s pussy. The two slowly swayed together under the water, creating a delectable friction until eventually, Tonfah’s knot deflated just enough for his cock to move freely inside the omega.

And, oh, God, the new position of Typhoon straddling Tonfah allowed his cock to reach impossibly deeper inside of him, the omega mewling when the tip nudged against the puffy ring of his cervix. The odd force of pressure felt weirdly wonderful, and Typhoon purred from his chest, wanting to feel more.

Before things could escalate, Tonfah had enough sense to pull away from the kiss, the primal spark returning in his eyes as he panted roughly against Phoon’s mouth.

“Is that okay?”

From the way his hard cock pulsed inside of him, the half-swollen bump at the base that hadn’t even fully disappeared yet after the first knotting, Typhoon knew what he was asking of him, the alpha wanting to make sure he could handle what was to come if he said yes.

Without a second thought, Typhoon grinned, a hint of coyness hidden in there.

“If it’s P’Fah, then I’m okay with anything,” he answered.

While it was obvious Tonfah had an insatiable appetite when it came to his boyfriend, it was becoming rather apparent that the omega had gained an addiction to being taken by the alpha—a problem both of them were happy to fix for each other.

“I love you, Phoon.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, and then they were kissing once more.

Strong hands appeared on his hips, and Tonfah began guiding him in a steady rhythm, encouraging Typhoon to take charge and chase after his pleasure.

“Just follow what makes you feel good,” he said against his lips.

And Typhoon did just that.

With his knees digging into the stone and thighs burning to hold up his weight, he dragged his pussy along the length of Tonfah’s cock before slamming back down, the water softening the smack of his ass against the alpha’s thighs. Every time the half-knot tugged at his entrance, threatening to lock them back together, Typhoon moaned, wanting nothing more than just that.

Riding Tonfah was a rather enjoyable experience, but Typhoon quickly tired, his already exhausted body nowhere near used to the amount of stamina it took. Feeling his boyfriend struggling, Tonfah took the reins, meeting the wobbly roll of his hips with renewed thrusts that had the two of them gasping into each other’s mouths.

Climax building, Typhoon cried out in ecstasy when the alpha bounced him on his cock, fucking him with quick, desperate thrusts. Water swirled and crashed around them, sloshing over the edge of the rocks and soaking the terrace in great big puddles, but the couple didn’t notice.

And even if they did, they wouldn’t find it in themselves to care, too far gone in their spiral to meet their heavenly ends.

Panting wildly and eyes clenched shut, Typhoon clung to Tonfah when the ball of fire quickly expanded in his groin, only needing just one tiny drop of accelerant to bring him to his euphoria that he was urgently seeking again.

He didn’t have to wait long before Tonfah came to his aid, the can of gasoline open and ready.

Snaking a hand between their bodies, the alpha grasped his neglected cocklet under the water and pumped it fast. At the same time, he latched his mouth onto one of the omega’s tiny nipples, his tongue swirling around the erect bud while sucking harshly.

Within seconds, the fireball imploded, and Typhoon’s orgasm burned him alive, singeing every nerve-ending in his body.

Not far behind him, Tonfah gripped his waist and rutted up into his spasming cunt until his knot locked them together once more. For the second time that night, the alpha came deep inside of him with a guttural groan, his instincts screaming at him to breed and pup his mate, to fuck him until his belly swelled like in his fantasies. Gums aching, the primal urge to bite and claim his omega hit him during the peak of his orgasm, the endorphins making him dizzy with want. Instead, Tonfah clamped his teeth on the soft flesh of Typhoon’s chest, quelling his urge by leaving a mark there.

Typhoon barely felt the sharp pain of the bite on his pec, floating in the overwhelming yet fuzzy pleasure of his fifth orgasm. The world blurred around the edges, everything feeling warm and safe, and most importantly, complete. Sated by the fact that he was full of his alpha once more, Typhoon clenched hard around the knot, wanting nothing more than to keep him right where he belonged.

“Mine,” he whispered, echoing his boyfriend’s sentiment from earlier.

Tonfah growled in agreement against his flesh before letting go, licking across the angry red indentation of his teeth. Nuzzling into his neck, Tonfah pressed a hard kiss against his gland, leaving a silent promise that he would make that claim a reality in the future.

Infatuated by their intense love for each other, satisfied that they were once again tied to each other for however long the alpha’s second knot would last, the couple slumped together in the comfort of the hot spring. With soft sighs of contentment, their heartbeats fell into sync as if they were truly one being, their souls intertwined.

And even after the strenuous lovemaking the couple had already endured, the satisfaction would eventually fade, and the alpha’s mighty hunger would inevitably return, meaning the night was far from over for poor, exhausted Typhoon…