[It's physically painful to stand, what with the shuddering waves of arousal and need constantly overwhelming him, so the second Dirk's heavy, warm jacket settles around his shoulders, Natsume lets himself sway forward, braced against the other boy’s broad, warm chest. He smells so good like sun and water and fresh air and summer.
Groaning a little, Natsume buries his face in Dirk's neck and breathes in, whole body tingling with bliss and fulfillment and delight. His words are slurred, teasing, giddy:] Don't wanna leave. Want you right now.
[He actually giggles, nuzzling his nose against the side of Dirk's neck, tongue flicking out to drag over his skin.] Don't care if anyone sees.
(This...was way harder than he thought it would be. He liked to think he was fully in control of himself, but God, it's harder in person. He rests his hand against the back of Natsume's neck, somewhat firmly.)
If you were in your right mind, you would kill me if I took you in this shack.
(Holy shit. That tongue. His skin burns up and he takes a deep breath, burrowing his own face against Natsume's neck. He knew they would never make it back safely. Natsume wasn't actually his. Suddenly all Dirk could think about were other alphas who would square off against him.)
I wouldn't. [Dirk's so warm, and even though Natsume was burning up moments before, he suddenly feels like he's freezing. He nuzzles closer, humming happily, low in his throat, the sound almost a purr.] I don't care if it's in the shed or in your car or out on the lacrosse field.
[Then he leans back, looking suddenly worried.] Stupid why? Are you upset?
Yeah, you do, babe. You really care. (He kicks the door shut behind them, huffing. It made Natsume's heat scent become nearly overwhelming.)
Because literally, any alpha could have swept through here by now. (There's an edge to Dirk's voice that wasn't typically there, some sort of panic or rage. Both. He looks down at Natsume.)
And they would have taken you. Probably even bonded with you. (Because who wouldn't bond with Natsume? Look at him. He's so beautiful. And needy. Holy shit, Dirk was already feeling warmth spreading south like a bad fever dream. He thrusts Natsume's bag against his chest.)
[Natsume takes the bag without thinking, obeying the command of his alpha -- of Dirk -- instinctively. His wide, hazy golden eyes are perplexed, anxious.] You're mad. Why...why are you mad?
[This isn't how it's supposed to go. Natsume's brow furrows, fingers curling into the fabric of his bag, voice tremble and small:] How...how do I fix it? I want to fix it.
I'm not mad. (Except he is. He really is. He knows he is. He pinches his brow, jostling his glasses.)
I'm just feeling - (Possessive. Over an omega that wasn't technically his. He didn't even know if Natsume really wanted this with him specifically or if he was just open for any alpha in the area.
But his sense of moral direction was crumbling rapidly the longer he was exposed to Natsume's scent. God, he smelled perfect.)
[Delighted to have an order, a direction of some sort, Natsume promptly sits on one of the bins of sports supplies. He arches both eyebrows, looking expectantly up at Dirk, awaiting -- praise, maybe.
He'd be satisfied for Dirk to just keep telling him what to do. Keep being grouchy and bossy and standing above him, smelling absolutely wonderful.] You smell good.
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Groaning a little, Natsume buries his face in Dirk's neck and breathes in, whole body tingling with bliss and fulfillment and delight. His words are slurred, teasing, giddy:] Don't wanna leave. Want you right now.
[He actually giggles, nuzzling his nose against the side of Dirk's neck, tongue flicking out to drag over his skin.] Don't care if anyone sees.
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If you were in your right mind, you would kill me if I took you in this shack.
(Holy shit. That tongue. His skin burns up and he takes a deep breath, burrowing his own face against Natsume's neck. He knew they would never make it back safely. Natsume wasn't actually his. Suddenly all Dirk could think about were other alphas who would square off against him.)
Man, this was so stupid of you.
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[Then he leans back, looking suddenly worried.] Stupid why? Are you upset?
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Because literally, any alpha could have swept through here by now. (There's an edge to Dirk's voice that wasn't typically there, some sort of panic or rage. Both. He looks down at Natsume.)
And they would have taken you. Probably even bonded with you. (Because who wouldn't bond with Natsume? Look at him. He's so beautiful. And needy. Holy shit, Dirk was already feeling warmth spreading south like a bad fever dream. He thrusts Natsume's bag against his chest.)
Take your shit.
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[This isn't how it's supposed to go. Natsume's brow furrows, fingers curling into the fabric of his bag, voice tremble and small:] How...how do I fix it? I want to fix it.
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I'm just feeling - (Possessive. Over an omega that wasn't technically his. He didn't even know if Natsume really wanted this with him specifically or if he was just open for any alpha in the area.
But his sense of moral direction was crumbling rapidly the longer he was exposed to Natsume's scent. God, he smelled perfect.)
You don't need to fix it. Just. Sit down.
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He'd be satisfied for Dirk to just keep telling him what to do. Keep being grouchy and bossy and standing above him, smelling absolutely wonderful.] You smell good.