#thread fic

Ever and Gakane were Alphas so they stayed away as far as possible.

(I’m holding my breath but his scent is still so strong...!)

Kanna and Steiber were unaffected, so they tried to move Yuder to the ward designed for second-gender awakeners; however—

Before they could reach Yuder, who was crouching on the floor, gripping his chest, trying to suppress his feverish instincts, a shadow moved with extreme speed in the corners of their eyes.

When Kanna and others could finally realize what had happened, they saw the black-haired assistant nestling tightly into the fluttering hems of a white coat, embroidered with golden threads.

Their commander, Kishiar, had wrapped his arms around the trembling omega, embracing him firmly as if leaving no gaps. Yuder weakly fluttered his eyelashes when Kishiar whispered something in his ear, before shutting them close again.

The other members were stunned at the sight, as if they were witnessing a huge predator with its prey. In midst of their confusion, Kishiar had ordered Nathan to bring the members outside, and no one was allowed inside the office until further commands were given. Only then did they remembered, that, the commander was also an Alpha.

An Alpha, together in a room with an Omega in heat.

They all went pale at the obvious thought of what would happen next in that place, as they all inquired Nathan in a rushed tone.

Ever: Sir Zuckerman! Why did you leave Yuder alone with the Commander?! You know they have opposite second genders right?!

Nathan: …I know.

Ever: Then why?!

Ever wanted to barge into the office and separated Yuder from the beast; however, she was also an Alpha. She gritted her teeth, thinking of how useless she was when her friend was in danger, when she herself couldn’t even think straight when she took a whiff of that extremely sweet scent.

Nathan: …Please don’t worry. His Grace knows what to do.

Ever was about to protest, but Kanna and Gakane, who understood the truth in the adjutant’s words, sided with Nathan and she reluctantly withdrew. However, they didn’t mention the relationship between the commander and the assistant; thus, a strange rumor had spread out within the Cavalry from the curious members loitering around when Ever was yelling on top of her throat at Nathan in the hallway.

~ 5 days later ~

Cavalry members: Yuder!!

Yuder finally emerged from the tightly locked bedroom of the Cavalry Commander, Duke of Paletta, after 5 days. The members who saw him immediately flocked to him.

No one opened their mouth first, but Yuder could tell what they wanted to ask just by looking at their worried faces. After a moment, one courageous member raised his voice, followed by others.

#1: Yuder! Is it true that the Commander attacked you?!

Yuder: (…………….What?)

#2: Treating you like this when you were vulnerable…!

#3: Even if he’s the Commander, it’s unforgivable!!

Yuder: ……..

Yuder had mentally prepared for the backlashes, but he never expected anything like that. He was at a loss of word when the members kept blaming the commander. He was dumbfounded, didn’t understand why the story took a twisted turn, when a laugh was heard behind them.

Kishiar: Oh dear, I haven’t had the chance to explain, but everyone had already misunderstood me.

The members immediately shut their mouths when Kishiar walked in, they were shocked to see the alpha holding a big bouquet of red roses, confidently striding towards one person. Everyone gasped in astonishment when they saw the imperial family member, their commander, kneel down on one knee before the black-haired man, holding his gloved hand.

Kishiar: I had planned for a more extravagant and grander stage for this; unfortunately, however, since it had come to this…

Pressing his lips onto the slender fingers, Kishiar smiled sweetly as he stared into the deep obsidian orbs.

Kishiar: Yuder Aile, will you marry me?

And a national wedding was held soon after.

- The End -

———

it should have been a fairly awkward first time together, but a little liquid courage made it one of the best firsts either had ever had.

tipsy and bold, the sex was so good that both of them knew they were probably going to be hooked for life. whether or not they would admit that at this point in their relationship though is still up for debate.

so, even though they haven't quite gotten to the 'i love you' stage of their dating adventure, atsumu very much loves his tall, bendy boyfriend.

kiyoomi's wrists are soft and pliable, his legs thick and articulate, and his spine almost like a fluid reed at times. it isn't until a good bit into their sexual explorations would kiyoomi bring up /how/ he would sometimes pleasure himself when alone.

atsumu hadn't even realize the potential of his boyfriend's flexibility until one early

saturday conversation.

"yeah, i've sucked myself off before."

kiyoomi didn't look up from stirring milk into his tea, but he could feel atsumu's wide eyes burning into the side of his head.

it was so casual atsumu almost didn't register what kiyoomi actually said.

"you…

kiyoomi was now beginning to think he's going to regret his confession. he looks up from his mug and atsumu's eyes are intensely dark, his face and neck overcome by a deep flush.

every person who happens to have a dick has tried to, or at the very least thought about it before. this certainly includes atsumu himself, though the attempt left him with a bruised ribcage and ego.

and now here before him was the love of his life in his kitchen casually admitting to be living one of his ultimate fantasies.

atsumu's breathing picks up and he moves forward to place a hand on the table next to kiyoomi's tea. his veins bulge and muscles tense up as he leans down to look closer into his boyfriend's eyes. a small blush blooms high on kiyoomi's cheeks.

he cranes his neck a little to look up at atsumu. his mind was racing with filthy visons and kiyoomi could see it in his gaze. the breath against kiyoomi's lips is hot and heavy.

'show me. please."

kiyoomi feels like he might not regret this after all.

///

"sit there," kiyoomi gestures vaguely to an upholstered arm chair. it faces towards the side of the bed, placed with intention. kiyoomi looks over to his golden boyfriend and smirks,

"and for a little fun, no touching yourself until i come, hm?" what a fucking menace.

atsumu obediently sits; still fully clothed in nice black jeans and a loose plain shirt. nothing fancy is really needed anyway. kiyoomi however strips out of his clothes fairly efficiently; all until his boxer briefs are so slowly pulled away from his long legs and atsumu flushes. kiyoomi's cock is long and rosy pink, and it suddenly feels all too real. this is really happening.

atsumu is looking at his boyfriend with new eyes and he can finally see how this might be possible. with a cutting side glace from kiyoomi, atsumu is very quickly becoming /very/ hard in his pants. kiyoomi flushes and looks away. god his boyfriend is pretty.

kivoomi kneels onto the bed and moves forward until he's facing the wooden headboard. he lays back and pulls his legs up above his chest with his hands against the back of his thighs keeping him up.

awkwardly scooting forward a little using his strong arm and back muscles, kiyoomi settles on his upper back, shoulder blades cutting into the bed. the back of his hips rest against the cool, flat headboard and his pretty cock head is kissing the skin of his torso just above the navel.

his strong, muscular stomach looks delicate and soft as it folds into itself, layers of flesh and fat giving way to lower his hips closer to his face.

a push of his hips forward and his cock bobs above his face, a breath away from his lips and usually where most flexible people would have already reached their limit. but atsumu's beautiful, bendable boyfried takes a deep breath in... then out...

relaxing his muscles further and using his stupid, sexy flexable hands to put more pressure against the back of his thighs.

atsumu holds his breath as he watches, knuckles turning white against his thighs.

the dewy tip kisses his bottom lip, then pulls away just a hair. precum keeps him connected to himself by a thread, but it is broken when kiyoomi pulls his cock back down to his mouth again.

his soft, wet lips engulf the rosy tip, licking against himself with short pets of his tongue. atsumu can't hold back his raspy breath,

"fuck, omi."

his dick is so hard it starts to feel good pressed up into his pants.

it's only a little, no more than two or three inches into his mouth, but it's more than enough to get kiyoomi worked up. a small blush pinkens his cheeks and chest as he takes a deep breath of his own musky scent.

kiyoomi lets out a short whine, muffled by his own cock on his tongue. it's as if he is slowly drowning himself into submission.

taking away one hand from his thighs, kiyoomi slowly strokes the shaft of his cock, giving needed stimulation to what he can't pull into his mouth.

atsumu echos his groans. neither of them really know how he's managed to stay still in the chair as long as he has. kiyoomi drags his hand lower on himself to massage and softly pull his balls as he continues to suckle himself into his warm his skin tastes clean, he notes; if not a little bitter and salty.

atsumu feels like he hasn't taken a breath in hours, eyes unable to move from kiyoomi's body, his lips, the shiny head of his cock against his own tongue.

kiyoomi's hips jolt, pushing himself another inch into his mouth and his whine makes atsumu leak a little into his boxers.

"fuck omi yer so hot."

atsumu's rough voice makes lightning crackle up kiyoomi's spine and his own whimpers gently vibrate against his skin, only helping to further push himself towards orgasm. his cock feels hot in his own mouth. his mouth feels so, so soft around his own cock.

it's so different when there is someone else watching him. all of his senses feel heightened, almost painful. but it still feels all too good to stop

his hips jolt again and the muscles in his abs tighten. he can feel it coming already.

he releases himself from his mouth with a small whine, bringing his hand back around his cock to quickly stroke himself right up to the edge.

his thighs are twitching, hips bucking down into his hand as atsumu watches sweat run down his temples to his dark curls. between pants and moans, atsumu can hear sighs of his name from kiyoomi's messy mouth.

"fuck- atsu, atsu astuatsu-" his belly tightens, abdomen rippling, balls drawing tight. cum beads up from the slit and finally spills over to drip down into his mouth. a ragged moan is ripped from his lungs, and savory, lucid cream pools onto his pink tongue as the muscle hangs limply from his parted lips.

heavy, wet breaths and hips that just wont stop fucking into his hand make his aim falter a little. some of it catches on his chin, slowly dripping down his neck to his collarbones. a small bit goes too far and splatters thick threads high onto his flushed cheeks.

as his high wanes, kiyoomi's mouth is thoroughly covered in his own cum. he lays in his afterglow prettily, displayed like a violent painting of lust.

atsumu can't fucking take it. his hard cock cuts against the seam of his jeans too deliciously.

as kiyoomi spills onto himself, atsumu gives in and presses his rough, burning hand over his hard on. with a few firm strokes against himself, he's spilling an embarrassing amount of cum into his underwear.

he lets out an animalistic groan that kiyoomi responds to with his own soft whine. atsumu's body is flushed warm from his belly to his face. his release seeps through his pants. a deep warm smudge, fully visible and shameless in his lap if kiyoomi were to look up for a second.

but kiyoomi is a little too preoccupied making a mess of himself to notice.

as the last threads of cum drip from his slit kiyoomi brings his tip back into his mouth, sucking the last of his release down his wet throat with many consecutive, little swallows.

he doesn't move his lips away from his burning red cock for a while, continuing to lick and tease his tip well past whimpering and gasping overstimulation. atsumu can't believe he is lucky enough to witness his boyfriend milking himself of every drop like a dying man.

he could probably die happy right about now.

finally, kiyoomi lets go of himself with a sharp whiny inhale that devolves into breathy moans as he lets himself fill his lungs with the cool air of the bedroom. they both don't move from where they sit for a while, just trying to catch their breath enough to see straight again.

atsumu moves from his seat for the first time since he was ordered into it. he crawls forward onto the duvet and leans down, breath tickling the curls lying against kiyoomi's forehead.

looking back up at him, albeit still upside down and his lower back against the headboard, kiyoomi suddenly feels a rush of embarrassment that twists his gut.

atsumu either pretends not to notice or truly doesn't care, and leans in to press wet kisses to kiyoomi's mouth, tasting him from his own lips. his tongue is ravenous, licking deeply into kiyoomi until he just might pass out from a lack of sufficient air.

when atsumu releases him, kiyoomi is a little cross eyed as he tries to focus his vision on atsumu's face. they both just breathe in each other for a moment.

"fuck yer so pretty."

"god, i love you

the heavy, warm air between them is silent for a beat.

"huh?!?!?"

"if you missed it the first time you're out of luck, i'm not going to say it again.

"nuh uh, no way did ya just beat me to the first 'i love you'!"

"do you have to turn everything into a competition???"

"with you babe? always.”

"and i really love you too."

"mm, good."

"now, teach me how to do that too!"