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“Add another finger,” Jotaro ordered calmly. And then inhaled shortly as a sharp moan filled the room and he missed a keystroke, watching his data screw itself up all across the board. It was just an excel file, every formula connected, the correction a simple matter of clicking on the box again and typing in the correct number from his notes, but it was still an inconvenience. A setback.
Just another damn thing sitting between him and fucking his pregnant mate to sleep. Even if it was only a millisecond to fix, it was another millisecond of hearing Noriaki squirm and whine on their bed, having his desperate scent filling Jotaro’s nose, of knowing he couldn’t even look at Noriaki until he was done or he’d crack and have to deal with the penalty for not having his work in on time.
It was, theoretically, supposed to be easier with Noriaki not having any heats for nine months, but Jotaro was pretty sure that was only because now he was horny all the time instead. He’d been calm the first few months, but now he constantly wanted to be claimed and filled, and unfortunately Jotaro had to do pesky things like work and study so they could actually afford having a pup. He and his cock both found it incredibly unfair and inconvenient.
“It’s not enough,” Noriaki gasped. Jotaro could hear the squelch of slick between his fingers, three deep inside him now, and it was the sort of noise that should have disgusted him but instead made his erection throb in his pants. He knew it wasn’t enough for him, he needed to go over there and take care of him, to be a good alpha, but instead he was stuck with these damn numbers. “Please, baby, I need you.”
“Just a little longer, sweetheart.” A growl edged into Jotaro’s voice. His brain need to find the next command, to find something that would satisfy Noriaki, but it was very unhelpful suggesting that he just get up and claim him. Noriaki smelled so good, so needy, but he had work. Numbers. Equations. Fuck. “Touch yourself a bit more for me. Play with your chest. Does that feel good?”
He couldn’t hear Noriaki nod, but he could feel it. Noriaki put out a self-satisfied citrus scent whenever he misbehaved, and Jotaro’s over-sensitive nose didn’t pick up a trace of it. Plus, his mate was too needy right now to even think of risking Jotaro not touching him as soon as the last entry was filled. And he still had… twenty more to do. On top of the double-check and chart he’d have to create, it all added up to way too much time standing between him and Noriaki, and he couldn’t even look at him until then.
Jotaro desperately wanted to look. It was a bad idea, but it’d only be that, just a look, a little preview to help motivate him to finish instead of smashing his head into the keyboard until it broke. He glared at his laptop screen and then, very carefully, turned to take a peek at Noriaki. And he was instantly done for.
When Noriaki had first come into Jotaro’s office, to his credit, he’d clearly intended to just curl up and read a book on the couch in there with the comfort of being near his mate. But now the book was abandoned on the floor and Noriaki was spread wide for him, one hand desperately fingering his slick hole and the other tugging on his sensitive chest, shirt hem caught between his grinding teeth. He was so wet, just looking at him, and when their eyes met the desperate, frustrated tears in Noriaki’s eyes welled up and spilled over.
“If you don’t come over here and fuck me right now, I’m going to sit on your knees every night for the rest of your life.” Noriaki sounded significantly less threatening with his shirt still tucked in his mouth while he cried, but Jotaro was already moving. He knew he’d make good on that promise, and he did too much standing during fieldwork to risk the pain. Besides, now that he’d seen Noriaki, he was magnetized. His hands, his eyes, his lips, they were all the south to Noriaki’s north, drawn together whether he even wanted to sit and finish his work or not.
There was some primal part in the back of his brain that was ordering him to put Noriaki in his place for talking back like that, ordering him around, but recognizing the urge just made him laugh. Omegas were the true leaders of any bond, and Noriaki even more than most. Jotaro would have gone to the ends of the earth just for a taste of him, so he was very lucky all he had to do was walk across the office and kneel in front of him.
“Yes, please,” Noriaki sobbed, starting to pull his soaked fingers out. Jotaro grabbed his wrist and pushed them back in deep, rewarded with a piercing startled moan. Noriaki’s hand flew from his chest to dig into the couch, scrambling for something, anything to keep him grounded while Jotaro fucked him with his own hand. “Jotaro?!”
“Don’t ruin the view for me,” Jotaro rasped. He felt inordinately broken, but the sight of Noriaki needing him so much always had a way of pulling at his stitches and unraveling him. Noriaki was always so beautiful and strong, prideful and self-reliant, but Jotaro was the only one who got to see him like this. Needy. Full and still begging for more. This was his mate. Fuck all the data in the world, he needed to take care of him.
Jotaro pulled Noriaki’s fingers out of the way when he was ready, watching how his hole fluttered and clenched down on air. He pressed his lips to the soft curve of Noriaki’s stomach to steady himself, exhaling when Noriaki’s hand limply came up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. Jotaro looked up and bit his lip hard to keep from laughing at the look in Noriaki’s eyes. So, so needy, yet so, so fiery.
“Every night,” Noriaki threatened. He reached down around his bump to spread himself out more, as if Jotaro needed any more encouraging to loosen his belt and pull his cock out. “I mean it.”
“I know.” Jotaro leaned over and kissed the consternation off his face, feeling Noriaki’s mouth soften beneath his as he slid inside. He had half a mind not to, since to carry out that threat Nori would have to stay by his side forever, but there were many other ways to keep his mate close that wouldn’t risk his knees.
This way was definitely his favorite.