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May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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Sawyer whines as his hands are pinned, wanting to keep touching the other but he doesn't try to tug them away from the other's hold, just arches instead to seek more contact. He bites down on his lip as his legs are parted wider, and the heat seems to spread, with it desperation. He feels so strange and he needs Bishop so much.

He lets out a near sob of a moan as the finger slips inside of him. There's no resistance and his passage is slick and it confuses Sawyer as much as it does Bishop but all he can really focus on is the finger and tightening around it trying to get it to go deeper. His fingers curl into the bedding where they'd been pinned before, trying to keep his hands where Bishop put them.

"Hng...please..." he finally finds a word.

That doesn’t make sense that Sawyers body would produce that. Not this Sawyer. But when he sits back and licks the slick off of his finger, considering the beautiful display in front of him - he doesn’t care about how. Or why.

In the end he’s his, anyway. Wolf. Human. Whatever.

Bishop smirks softly as that thought settles in his brain, a pleased rumble starting to vibrate in his chest. The next few seconds are taken up by him reaching to flip Sawyer over onto his stomach, tugging his hips up just enough for a pillow to slide beneath them.

“Say it again,” he hums, using both hands to spread the others cheeks apart and sliding his tongue through to slick his body somehow miraculously created on its own.

That sight is lewd... Sawyer should be disgusted but it just makes him whimper, lifting his hips. His fingers grasping at the bedding. He stares at him, eyes wide as he takes in the smirk and then he's moved again, the other's strong hands flipping him over before he can even process what's happening. He feels the pillow sliding under his hips and he squirms, his smaller cock rubbing against it.

There's nothing that could have prepared him for the other's tongue pressing against him after parting his cheeks. He cries out, jerking forward. He's so sensitive there right now, he sucks in a harsh breath as his fingers grab onto the blanket in a fistful now.

"P...please," Sawyer forces out and it's a struggle to say a single word.

It’s the same. All of it is the same. This Sawyer might as well be the one he was obsessed with back home. They tasted the same, smelled the same, felt the same. Not that he separated the two very often anymore.

Puffing warm breath against damp skin, he finally shifts and crawls up the length of his lithe body. Kisses are dropped onto soft skin, and he can feel the ache in his jaw that’s telling him to latch onto him.

Instead he noses behind his ear and rolls his hips a few times just to feel the other wriggle the way he does, “don’t want anyone else to have you like this,” he admits lowly and easily slips inside of him with one slow shift. Sawyer is wet and it is easier but he’s still tight and it still feels like a little bit of heaven he doesn’t feel he deserves.

Sawyer for once isn’t focused on his scars, on the brand, on anything but the others touch, his scent, the weight of him over his body. He wants to touch but he still can’t really when the others behind him. He bite down on his lip as the other’s nose presses behind his ear. It sends a rush of pleasure through him.

“Ah…” he gasps and then moans freely as the alpha slips inside of him, the possessive words making him shudder. It feels so easy and he feels full the way he’s supposed to be. He doesn’t want anyone else to have him this way either. Sawyer presses his hips up, his body pliant and welcoming, and somehow still aching for more. He doesn’t understand exactly how he could be so full and still want more.

Teeth catch lol n the edge of the others ear and he tugs on it gently; much more gently than he wants to but he still wants to put an extra level of care even if his brain is wanting to focus on something else entirely.

The was Sawyer sounds when he moans is the best thing he’s probably ever heard. It makes him want to rub his scent over every inch of his pretty body. This is mine, vibrating from everywhere at once.

Unlike the other times they’ve had sex, he isn’t as gentle, there’s a little less restraint and he only has his brain to thank for that. He wants, needs to drive himself as deeply inside of the other as he can. He wants to bite down on that smooth shoulder so badly that he has to close his eyes to keep from doing so.

Sawyer whimpers his head tilting to the side, exposing his ear more, and consequently his neck to the other. Each thrust pushes his hips into the pillow, rubbing his cock against it. This is different from any time he's had sex before, even with Bishop. There's raw need and a height of pleasure that he's not used to.

He wants to beg but nothing coherent comes out just moans and whimpers as he presses himself back on the other's dick as Bishop continues to bury inside of him. He moves one hand beneath himself, going to rub his dick, to give it a bit more of solid friction.

"Please," he manages to beg again.

The begging is doing nothing but fueling the lizard part of his brain; silencing all rational thought and somewhere deep down he knows he might regret some of this but he doesn’t think about it right now. He can’t.

Everything fogs over and Bishops focus shifts solely on the pleasure he’s feeling. The way he and Sawyer fit together as perfectly as they always had. There’s still a distinct human scent to him that he wants to smother. He wants to make him like…him. He wants to not have to worry about being so careful. He wants…

Teeth tease around the curve of Sawyers shoulder, tempted as he pants warmly against his skin, every thrust pushing his body forward and closer to the bite he wants to give him.

But he kisses his skin instead.

“Wanna make you mine. Like me.”

Sawyer doesn't totally understand what Bishop means, not really. But even so he's not in a mental place where he can say no to him. His body is too heated, slick and desperate for his mate to fill him up more, desperate to belong to him.

He feels the tease of teeth, the sharpness against his skin but the other doesn't press down. He tugs at his cock some more, whimpering and not able to reach that peak yet.

"Anything, please. I'm yours," he pants. Just make him feel good, fill him up.

That was okay. Truth be told, Bishop didn’t even realize he’d said anything.

‘I’m yours’
I’m yours
I’m yours
I’m yours
I’m yours…’

Those words, however, make it to his brain loud and clear and the sound he breathes against the others ear is more than a little pleased by the mindless declaration. How cock swells inside of him, leaking and mixing with the others slick to a point that it sounds lewd even to his own ears but he doesn’t care.

Fingers curl into the bedding, ripping the fabric into little shreds where he’s holding onto it and his teeth catch again on Sawyers shoulder. It’s gentle at first, something tender in the moment but he can’t help himself when the bite turns possessive and protective at the same time; copper coating his tongue as he clamps down around the soft skin with a groan that probably vibrates against the others back where they’re pressed together.

Sawyer's hand had fallen away from his own cock, letting it just rub against the pillow as he holds onto the bedding beneath. Cries are pulled from him with each thrust, feeling his thighs getting messy the more the other fucks him, the slicker he gets, the more the other's leaking inside of him. He whimpers incoherently as his face buries down. It feels so good. He didn't know that anything can feel this good.

He still doesn't understand what he'd agreed to, what he'd given Bishop the go ahead to do. Even as he feels the bite that started normal, that just felt good, sending a pulse of pleasure through him before it was sharper, pain clear through the haze of pleasure and lust for a moment. He doesn't ask him to stop though, he can't seem to say anything at all as he's bit to the point of broken skin by the alpha that's claiming him.

The pain feels good somehow and Sawyer arches, his hips jerking as he comes.

This was probably a bad idea. Every other time they’ve been together he hasn’t allowed himself to knit out of fear that he’d hurt Sawyer or something.

But now, maybe his brain was using the bite as an excuse. If he was one of him then maybe it would be okay. But if he was one of him it also meant…

Nothing yet. But the probability was higher.

Bishop feels Sawyers body tremble and jerk and it pulls on him just enough to grab a softer growl from his throat. He presses against him a bit more heavily and slowly releases his bite to lick away the blood from the wound. He would heal faster this way, too. There was a small comfort found in that knowing.

“Stay still,” he murmurs and noses into the back of Sawyers hair as he slides one hand away from the sheets to hold onto the others hip, massaging his hip bone with his thumb.

Sawyer didn't even really know what knotting was. Didn't know what Bishop was going to do much like he doesn't realize what that bite meant yet, what could happen, what had already happened. His body shivers beneath the other at the growl, the sound sending another pulse of pleasure through him and he's squirming, he can't help it.

But then the other tells him to stay still and the need to obey him is overpowering the instinct to squirm beneath him, to lift his hips away from the sticky messy pillow and the way his cock is too sensitive pressed against it. He lets out a shuddered breath as the other holds his hip, feeling his nose and his hands.

Sawyer whimpers softly, burying his face down once more and mewling the other's name. His body still feels so hot and on edge and full of need that he can't explain.

"Bishop..."

Bishop smiles a little to himself and presses a kiss to the nape of Sawyers neck. He hadn’t expected him to be quite that obedient but it just makes him want to spoil him.

“Good boy,” he murmurs again and shifts his hips up enough for Sawyer to fully feel the reasoning behind wanting him to be still, but not enough to hurt either of them. The movement also gives him access to reach below the others hips to wrap his fingers around his sticky length to stroke him slowly, “give me another minute and you can have more.”

Sawyer shivers at being called a good boy, whimpering softly. He can feel the sting of the bite the other had made and it's pleasurable just like the way the other's hips shift and causes him to moan, his body trembling around Bishop.

It's difficult for him not to arch when Bishop's fingers wrap around him, whining softly. He's sensitive and yet the other's touch has him getting hard again.

"Please," he his hips buck just a little despite his attempt to stay still.

“Perfect,” he breathes, eyes closing again as his head tips to nose behind Sawyers ear again. Teeth nibble at the soft edge and he smiles around it, hips rolling to push the others length into his hand.

He can feel the knot easing enough to move and a rumble is loud against him he others skin when he finally lets go of his cock, “go ahead. Move.”

Sawyer whimpers as the other uses his hips to push his length against his hand, the dual sensation driving him crazy. He's covered in sweat and his body is still producing slick, making them both messier. It's strange to feel how his cock changes inside of him, getting bigger and then lessening. If he could form actual words he'd ask about it. He'd probably ask about a lot of things -- maybe.

"Hng," he moans when he's told to move. His body is so eager that he hardly needs to think about how much he craves submitting for him to start obeying. He shifts his hands to give himself a bit better leverage as he pushes back on the other's cock, rocking back onto it and moaning with each push backward to take him deep inside.

"So.. good," he gasps, his body tightening around the other as he shifts his hips and incidentally hits a bit better inside.

Bishop breathes Sawyer in and lifts up enough to give the other the freedom to move, but his hips roll to meet each of those pushes. His heart is in his throat every time he’s fully seated and he finds he doesn’t want this to end.

Even the idea that it will inevitably have to at some point annoys him. Fingers curl against the shredded sheets again and he moans lowly, pressing a few open mouthed, biting kisses to the nape of Sawyers neck.

“Yes…you are,” he agrees. It wasn’t what Sawyer had meant but it was still true, “say you’re mine.”

Sawyer rocks back into Bishop again and again. His body eager and desperate for him, not even realizing he wants his knot again, that he needs to be filled to the limit with his mate’s knot, with his come. He feels that desire to be filled with Bishop’s pups as he thrusts back onto the others cock. He whimpers at the way he’s told he’s good again. He’s desperate for that too.

He’s breathless and aching and the bites seem to draw attention to the one that had broken skin. He arches some, his little cock leaking again and so sensitive when it rubs against the pillow.

“Yours. I’m yours. All yours,” he moans.

Sawyer has no idea how powerful those words are. What they unlock and what they tie down.

All Bishop can focus on is the scent of his mate. The arousal is so thick in the room that he can’t even think straight. He meets the others movements and bucks harder into them the closer they get to that peak.

He won’t share him. Not like this. It didn’t matter what was going on he was not going to let someone else have Sawyer this way.

Sawyers moaning, words incoherent but saying he’s bishops, begging all mixed in together. He moves back faster, desperate. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into at all.

“Bishop, alpha,” he cries out loudly as he rocks back into his length, pushing him deep and then he falls over the edge again, coming hard and his vision whiting out.

For not having any idea, Sawyers instincts seem to be right on the dot. That one word, title, pleases something inside of him more than he ever wanted to admit. Alpha wasn’t something he focused on. It was just a title and he tried not to be a cliche but he almost melts hearing Sawyer say it.

Why did he say it? Bishop never needed him to acknowledge the wolf and thus far he’s never highlighted that. But now?

With every fiber of his being, he can feel that connection. The way their bodies move, the way they push and pull. React. His mouth kisses over the bite, almost affectionately which contrasts with everything else going on.

’Omega…
Mate…
Mine…’

Sawyer's grasps at the bed as he rides out his orgasm, his body still tightening around the other as the movements don't stop. He's fucked through his orgasm and he's drooling he's sure, tears falling from his eyes just from the intensity of how good it feels, the intensity of what they'd just done, the changes he's not realizing happened between them or that were about to happen to his body.

His movements get slower, exhausted and so sensitive after coming again, the other's cock still hard inside of him, still taking him and he was still intent on giving Bishop anything he asked for. He was his, Sawyer didn't even mind the idea that he belonged to Bishop. Bishop would take care of him, make him safe. He feels safe and warm, hot.

"Alpha, please..." he whimpers, rocking back a little and his body craving being knotted again, needing more. "Fill me with your pups, please," he would be embarrassed at the things he's saying later. He also would be shocked at the literal nature of them too.

The words should sound foreign since Sawyer didn’t start off as a wolf but they don’t. He shudders, pleasure still coursing through his body but it isn’t enough.

Bishop draws back, slipping free so he can roll Sawyer over. He ducks in to kiss him and rearranged him he others limbs so he can keep him close and slip back inside of him. It’s so easy at this point but the moment he’s back inside, rocking idly into him he rumbles into the kiss and feels it. What Sawyer wants.

He stares down into the others face and pants against his mouth, “love you…” Even in the haze he knows that. Knows it’s true.

Sawyer whimpers when the other slips out of him, his hole twitching, tightening and trying to pull him back in. "Please," he begs softly, feeling empty for far too long even though it doesn't take Bishop long to manhandle him over, pressing close and then back inside of him. He reaches up to grasp the other's arms when he's back inside. He kisses him hungrily, messily and not yet noticing the fact that his back is pressed into the mess he's made of the pillow and bed beneath them.

"Ah," he gasps as the other rocks inside of him, as he feels him getting bigger, the way he catches at the sensitive rim now. He trembles beneath bishop and the words feel clear even in all the haze of heat and lust and need. He's already been crying, his face a mess of tears and drool -- he'll be mortified if he remembers how messy he was later. He feels fresh tears and hugs tighter to the other.

The words don't come out in return just Sawyer clinging to Bishop. For the moment at least he's not comparing himself to the other Sawyer, thinking himself a replacement for him.

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