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Ranboo feels sick.
He feels sick and horny, which is never a good combination. His skin is hot, shining with sweat, flushed all over. He feels like his limbs are full of lead, head full of mist.
He stumbles into his bedroom, slams the door shut and collapses onto his bed. Everything is too hot, too irritating, too loud. His head is too big, his bed isn't big enough, and all he wants is to curl up and sleep for eternity.
Ranboo presses his face into the his pillows, raises his hips off the mattress so he can paw at his erection through his shorts, because dealing with his boner is suddenly more important than sleeping.
Toby will be home soon, he thinks distantly, and then ignores those thoughts as his body doubles over with arousal again.
He tears his shorts off his legs, wraps a firm hand around his aching cock and jerks himself into the sheets. It's embarrassing how quickly he cums, crying out desperately as he dirties his bedspread, but his dick still hangs heavy and hard between his legs.
"Fuck," He curses, too sensitive to touch himself so soon. His breath comes in thick pants, chest heaving with effort, throat closing up and he's panicking because this has never happened before. He doesn't know what's happening.
His scent has changed. Ranboo breathes in deep through his nose, smells something thick and heady and sweltering, something... Alpha. Ranboo glances down at his cock, at the swollen base of it and, oh, wow, that's never happened before.
"Shit." Ranboo grabs at his own hair, "Shit, fuck, no. No, no, no—"
"Ranboo?" Toby. That's Toby's voice. Ranboo turns to his door, stares wide-eyed at it as it opens.
"Oh, there you are, are you—" Toby pauses, sniffs the air. Ranboo swallows. "What the fuck."
"Toby," He breathes, "Toby, I‐ I don't- I don't know what's happening, I—"
"It's alright, calm down," Toby tells him, takes a careful step forwards. Coffee and lemon swirls around in Ranboo's head, makes him want to obey the command. He falls still, blinking up at his friend. "Good."
Toby takes a breath, sits down tentatively on the corner of Ranboo's mattress.
"Listen to me," He says smoothly. Ranboo does. "Your scent's changed, I think you've gone into rut," Toby explains, and Ranboo's breathing speeds up. Rut? But he's a Beta- He can't- that doesn't-
"Ranboo," There's a hand on his shoulder. Grounding, soft, safe. Toby. "Pay attention."
Ranboo nods, swallows around the lump in his throat.
"I'm going to help you," Toby's voice is soft, kind as he places a gentle hand on Ranboo's thigh. Ranboo gulps, eyes wide. "Do you want my help, 'Boo?"
"Y‐Yeah," Ranboo says shakily, glancing at the hand on his leg and then back up to Toby's calm face, "Please. P‐Please, I don't— I can't—"
"It's okay," Toby assures him. "Just relax."
Toby's scent, soft and rich and soothing, flows over him again, coaxes him into leaning back against his pillows. Toby strips down to his boxers straddles his hips, and the contact settles the fire in his gut, if only just a little bit.
"Can I kiss you?" Toby rests a hand on Ranboo's cheek. Ranboo has never nodded so fast in his life.
He's kissing his best friend, and it's weird how that makes him feel so happy, so satisfied. Toby's lips are soft and warm against his, everything he thought it'd be. Not that he'd thought about it.
Ranboo lets a quiet moan slip, grabs desperately at Toby's waist, parts his mouth to let Toby's tongue in.
"Toby," He gasps when they break apart, "Toby, I need—"
Ranboo doesn't know what he needs, falls silent and can only whine as Toby smiles at him, slips his wrist over the scent gland in Ranboo's neck, nuzzles at his jaw.
"Gonna make you feel so good," He murmurs against Ranboo's skin, "You wanna feel good, don't you, Alpha?"
Ranboo whines, long and high, rolling his hips against Toby's.
"Yes, yes." He nods frantically, "Please, Toby, please."
"Okay, okay," Toby grins at him, slides further down his legs until he's face to face with Ranboo's cock, a quiet huff of laughter fanning out over it. "I've got you."
Ranboo breathes hot and heavy through his nose, watches with rapt attention as Toby slips a hand around his cock, weighs it in his palm. He whines at the state of himself, blushes pink with embarrassment at how fucking hard he is, flushed and red against his stomach.
"Toby," Ranboo pleads, grabbing at the sheets. Toby gives him a little kitten lick in return, sending him tensing and stifling a moan.
"Want me to suck you off, Alpha?" Toby purrs, unable to help teasing Ranboo. Ranboo whimpers, fists his hands in the sheets again.
"Yes, yes yes, please," He begs, and how can Toby say no to that?
With a final, fleeting squeeze of Ranboo's waist, Toby takes his cock into his mouth. Ranboo keens, rocks his hips upwards uncontrollably, and Toby just takes it, swallows around him expertly and hollows his cheeks.
"Oh god, oh god, Toby." Ranboo squirms beneath him, "Your m‐mouth- you feel so- so g‐good—"
Toby hums around his cock, makes Ranboo cry out as he sinks deeper, bobs his head back up and runs his tongue over the thick vein on his underside.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Ranboo gasps, curling forwards to grip Toby's hair between his fingers, "T‐Toby, 'm gonna— 'm gonna cum- please."
And Toby doesn't stop, only redoubles his efforts until Ranboo is moaning and whimpering and cumming in his mouth, spilling down his throat.
He takes it all with a pleased hum, rocks off Ranboo's cock with an obscene 'pop' and licks his lips to capture anything that he missed. Ranboo groans, head falling backwards against his pillows.
"Holy shit," He curses, glancing back at Toby, "Holy shit."
"You finished already?" Toby teases, raising an eyebrow as he slips his boxers off his legs, "You haven't even knotted me yet, Alpha."
Ranboo swallows thickly, cock twitching in interest. Toby giggles, climbs on top of him again so he can look Ranboo in the eye.
"T‐Toby, I—"
"It's okay," Toby hums, "I'll do all the work. You just lie back and take it, yeah? Can you do that, Alpha?"
Ranboo nods, wordless, and Toby smiles at him, his scent turning sweet with pride.
"Good." He kisses the tip of Ranboo's nose, straddling his hips again.
Ranboo's thighs are warm under him, quivering and shaking with want, and it's almost laughable how quickly his bright, loud‐mouthed friend has been reduced to whimpers and moans before Toby's even really started.
Of course, he shouldn't be enjoying this situation. He shouldn't enjoy it when he gathers his slick onto his fingers and opens himself up for his best friend's cock. He shouldn't enjoy it, because Ranboo doesn't even really know what's happening to him; too rut‐dazed to be self aware.
But it's just so easy to enjoy.
Toby fucks himself open on his fingers, presses his free hand to Ranboo's chest as he moans into the air between them. Ranboo trembles under him, teeth bared as his fangs drop down onto his bottom lip.
"Toby," He chants, breathy and uneven, "You're so— you look so fucking good, Toby- p‐please-"
Toby grins, sighing happily through his teeth.
"Just a sec, 'Boo," He says, as evenly as he can manage, "Can't wait to fuck you, Alpha."
"Please," Ranboo stutters, "P‐Please, need it so bad—"
"I've got you," Toby murmurs, takes his fingers out of himself. "I've got you."
Ranboo's eyes are wide when Toby cradles the side of his face, guides his cock towards his dripping cunt.
"You ready?" He asks quietly, brow flicking upwards in question. The moan he gets in return is /obscene/, so he takes it as a go‐ahead and sinks down that first inch.
"Fuck!" Ranboo yelps, hands flying upwards to grip desperately at Toby's waist, fingernails digging blunt crescents into his skin.
"Oh my god, Ranboo— Alpha," Toby groans, slides down another inch, "You're so big, fuck, 's it feel good? D'you feel good, Alpha?"
"S‐So good," Ranboo says through a bitten bottom lip, hips jerking upwards in little aborted thrusts. Toby lets his head drop forwards as he sinks all the way down to the hilt, crying out at how deep it reaches.
"T‐Toby, fuck, Toby—" Ranboo's grip is vice‐like on his hips, bruising his skin, "Y‐You're so t‐tight, 'm gonna—"
"You gonna knot me, Alpha?" Toby says between moans, bouncing himself on Ranboo's cock.
"F‐Fuck, yeah," Ranboo whimpers, his voice breaking with a keen. "C‐Can I? Can I knot you, Toby? Please?"
"Shit, 'Boo," Toby mutters, picking up the pace at the thought of being full, filled up by Ranboo's cum, "Of course, of course. I want it, Alpha."
"Fuck." Ranboo throws his head back, pulls Toby onto his chest so he can pound into him, his breathing heavy and throat constantly straining with a whine. Toby moans helplessly, licking and sucking at Ranboo's collarbones, his neck, his throat.
"C'mon, Ranboo— knot me- fill me up," He gasps, rolls his hips downwards to meet every thrust of Ranboo's.
"Gonna- g‐gonna—"
"Yeah," Toby groans, "Knot me, Alpha."
And Ranboo does. His hips stutter, and the air between them splits with an obscene, beautiful moan as he pops a knot inside him, filling him up so good. Toby huffs happily against his neck, breathing gentle moans onto his skin as he lets himself be filled up.
"Feels so good," Ranboo says through a whimper, "So tight around me, Toby."
"Good," Toby murmurs, kisses the point of Ranboo's jaw. Ranboo trills in return, runs a hand down Toby's spine as he ambles back from bliss.
"You doing alright? Feeling any better?"
"So much better," Ranboo answers, sighing contentedly. But a second later, his scent turns sour, and that's not right at all. "Sorry if I, uh, made you do anything—"
Toby snorts, raising his head to look at Ranboo's worried eyes.
"I offered to do that for you, 'Boo," He says softly, "Wouldn't have said anything if I didn't wanna do it."
"You wanted to?" Ranboo asks, and he sounds incredulous, like he can't believe Toby would want to help out his best friend and also long‐time crush in any way he possibly could. Toby blinks.
"Of course," He says after a beat, "I kind of, um. I might have a little bit of a crush on you." Toby blushes, feeling a lot like some highschool kid admitting his feelings to some innocent classmate.
"Well, that's great news." Ranboo's laugh rumbles against him. "Been try'n'a get you to notice me for years." He mumbles.
"I've been noticing you for years," Toby says through a grin.
"Guess we're both idiots, then."
Ranboo's smile is blinding, and Toby can't help but press a kiss to it.
"Are you still hard?" Ranboo mumbles against Toby's lips, brows raising to his hairline. Toby flushes pink and glances away from him.
"I‐I mean—" But Ranboo's already turning frantic, wide eyes onto him, cradling the side of his neck with his hand.
"Shit, Toby, you did all of that and it didn't even feel good?" Ranboo's voice breaks, the room turns acrid again. Toby quickly slides a palm down Ranboo's cheek, shaking his head.
"No!" He protests, "It felt good, Ranboo— Alpha, it felt so good. I just—"
"Just what?" Ranboo looks up at him with big, doe eyes, and then Toby realises those are tears at the corners of them, glistening in the lamplight. "Was it not good enough?"
"Baby," Toby whispers, voice soft and sympathetic. He leans down to place a slow, deep kiss to Ranboo's lips, melting against him again.
"I did all of that for you," He whispers when he leans back again. "You deserve to feel good, and—"
"And you don't?" Ranboo blinks at him, frowning. Toby pauses and tries to find something to say that won't dig him deeper into a hole he already can't get out of.
"I wanna make you feel good, Toby," Ranboo murmurs. Toby blushes all the way to his chest.
"I do feel good—"
"But you didn't cum," Ranboo says defiantly, running his hand down to Toby's shoulder, to his bicep, "I wanna make you cum, Omega."
Toby swallows thickly, dipping his head in a nod because he knows there's arguing with whatever Ranboo wants to do.
"Good." Ranboo shifts his hips, pushes his knot deeper into him. Toby chokes on a moan, head falling to the crook of Ranboo's neck.
"Grind on me, baby," Ranboo says into his hair, and oh fuck, that's hot.
Toby whimpers, rolls his hips downwards, cries out at how stretched Ranboo makes him feel, how good the is friction against his cock.
"R‐Ranboo," He keens, bucking against his stomach, shifting his cock deeper inside, and fuck it's so much, almost too much, but—
"Just like that, baby," Ranboo purrs, slides his hands to Toby's hips just to feel how they tremble beneath them. "Fuck, make yourself feel good for me."
"Ranboo," Toby breathes, rocking faster. "R‐Ran— Alpha- g‐grab my hips, make me come, Alpha, p‐please—"
"Like this, sweetheart?" Ranboo squeezes his hands over Toby's waist, guides him into grinding himself further onto his cock, quicker onto his stomach.
"Fuck, yes," Toby moans, grabbing at Ranboo's hair. "Feels so good, Alpha, you feel so good—"
"Can feel you tightening up, baby, you gonna come?" Ranboo presses his fingers deeper into Toby's skin, fucks him down harder. "Youre so easy– you gonna come for your Alpha already, Toby?"
"Y‐Yes," Toby whimpers, breathing hotly against Ranboo's neck. "G‐Gonna come for Alpha— fuck."
Toby's hips falter, but Ranboo holds him fast, holds him steady, grinds him against his stomach until he's cumming, coming undone all over his stomach and chest. Toby shivers through it, moaning weakly onto Ranboo's skin as he trembles in his hold.
"F‐Fuck," He says breathily, taking a deep inhale of Ranboo's honeyed‐summer scent. Ranboo huffs a laugh, breath fanning out over Toby's hair.
"Feel good?" Ranboo drags a hand up to the nape of his neck, gives it a reassuring squeeze. Toby preens at the attention.
"So good," He mumbles, and the words are true. He feels so good that he could just... fall asleep.
Oops.