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amen

omega, or something like it. and when he looks down he realizes satoru is *dripping*, like, obscene.

"'toru," he says. "i think you're going into heat."

and satoru mewls at that, and ruts into suguru a little bit, sighing, "m, don't you mean rut?"

satoru freezes. on suguru's chest, he can feel his breathing quicken.

"am i crazy?" suguru asks.

"no," satoru mutters. "no i don't think you're crazy. i think there's something going on with me."

the scent turns really thick, then, and suguru realizes it's unmistakable.

satoru shrugs, eyes shying away from suguru's. suguru traces a thumb over satoru's shoulder in the way he knows he likes.

"j'st didn't mind," satoru mumbles. "it's not embarrassing or anything."

"no," suguru is quick to reassure. "no it's definitely not. but, ‘toru. you were acting like an omega."