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"You have to tell them, " he says as he presses the cold water-soaked cloth to his forehead and then on his neck, but quickly, the cloth turns warm.
"I know… next time"
"That’s what you said last time. Soon or late it’ll happen to you at the worst possible time. And you can't afford to be alone. You need their support. You know you'll have it, you have to let them know."
"I’m not alone, I have you." Ken smiles faintly, breathing quickly, red, sweating, reeking all the space around him that even Mitsuya is struggling to keep his sanity by his side.
Mitsuya bites his bottom lip, chuckling softly. "Of course you have me. You’ll always have me." He sinks the cloth again in the bucket with cold water. But he knows, that won’t be enough to ease Ken’s heat. He just started, and in the next hours it will be worse.
"The suppressors are losing effect. I don’t know if it’s this fucking place or not…" he mutters referring to the brothel, where he lives constantly with a bunch of scents daily. "It may be that the hormonal system is unbalanced…" Draken tries to keep talking but a sudden new scent makes him lose his composure.
"Taka…" Whispers, pleading. His hand grips Mitsuya’s shirt, pulling it. One of his fears has just happened. He has triggered his best friend's rut.
Mitsuya’s hand releases the cloth, falling onto the bed, soaking the sheets. "Sorry…" he whispers back. Placing both hands on the mattress, next to Ken’s head. Caging him between his arms. "It’s getting stronger, and I can’t help it… not when it’s you…"
His nose brushes Ken’s jawline, fists clenching on the sheet until knuckles go white, trying, yet failing at the very same moment when Draken’s voice calls him Alpha.
Latching himself onto Ken’s neck, claiming him with needy kisses and bites while pressing his body against the trembling body beneath him, whose start to grind his heated crotch against the other to look for some ease.