The next day comes, Junpei texting Vanitas that morning letting him know what time to come over and giving him directions to his apartment.
His other get together hadn’t really gone anywhere, Junpei still too worried about scaring off his friend to make any kind of real move. It hadn’t been a BAD visit, but they’d mostly just played video games and talked about safe topics. Really, considering how his only interactions with other people his age in high school had involved him getting the crap beat out of him he was still calling that evening a very pleasant time.
When Vanitas arrives, Junpei tries not to think too deeply about their conversation the previous day. He greets his guest with a shy smile, opening the door for him. ]
[Vanitas isn’t sure how these things happen on a chemical level, but once his brain latches on to the notion of someone, he can’t get them out of his head. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but that’s never really stopped him before. Junpei is about his age but seems to have gone through a more traditional socialization process than being tortured in a lab into his teenage years. Sometimes he feels so much older than the 18 he is, but it might be the distance he puts between his current self and not so far away past.
He’s still stuck in his head until he’s spoken to and that voice pulls him toward reality again. Vanitas hands over the packaged food from a nearby restaurant before he steps inside.]
You still look put together. Was your previous visit not eventful? [The smile that creeps onto his face would have been unacceptable in polite company, but the two of them were alone. Junpei could probably handle a bit of teasing.]
[ Color quickly flushes Junpei’s cheeks at the question. He closes the door once Vanitas is inside, hand going to nervously rub the back of his head.
Junpei thinks of himself as very mature for his age, above silly things driven by teenage hormones like being easily charmed by a handsome face or a little flirting.
He’s wrong, of course. But that’s what he tells himself. ]
We just talked and played Mario Kart. It was fun.
[ He leads the other over to the sofa, motioning to the coffee table in front of it. ]
[The flush doesn't go unnoticed by Vanitas whose unnaturally blue eyes seem to linger on Junpei's face. It probably doesn't help him recompose at all, so Vanitas does him the favor of turning away to look around briefly, double-checking that they are indeed alone.]
I see. [He follows Junpei to the sofa and considers offering to feed him before they start with a movie, but decides against it. Instead he shrugs off his coat, sits down and crosses his legs to get comfortable. Food could wait.] I'm glad I don't have to pretend not to be upset to hide my jealousy.
[Despite being the aggressively forward person he is, Vanitas is also not above being anxious around someone he likes. And for better or worse he has his crosshairs fixated on Junpei this time. Vanitas gestures to the space beside him for the other young man to sit.]
[ Junpei sits down beside him with an airy laugh, trying to be casual. His posture is a dead giveaway that he’s not truly relaxed; he’s slightly stiff in the shoulders. ]
Weren’t you just encouraging me to get a look at his dick yesterday?
[ An initial impression might lead one to believe due to his soft voice and tendency to avoid social situations that Junpei is submissive and timid. The reality is that he has a sassy streak and a cynical outlook to match. He can put on a polite enough face, but when he’s comfortable with someone his true nature reveals itself.
He hadn’t fought back against his school bullies purely due to being realistic; he wasn’t going to be able to beat them and attempting to do so would only make things worse. It was better to just let them get bored. He’s still have bruises, but his time being beaten would pass more quickly.
He looked at his comments to Vanitas the other day the same way. He didn’t have low self-esteem, he was merely realistic about his attractiveness. ]
[Okay, so yes, he is guilty there.] And I stand by my suggestion! [Although if it had played out that way, him might not have any sort of chill about him today. Vanitas wouldn’t call himself particularly jealous, but he does lean toward possessive. He can’t really argue against that, but he also doesn’t have any grounds to play that card with Junpei.]
But since that fell through, you can look at mine. [Vanitas shoots a suggestive glance over at Junpei, expecting to catch a glimpse of his blushing face, or maybe just hoping to. Yeah, he has no decency, the movie isn’t even playing to distract them yet and Vanitas is as shameless as ever.]
Whoever you have around you clearly isn’t taking full advantage of all you have to offer. [It’s a little strange though. Having a conversation with someone that isn’t a means to getting something out of them. Well, maybe there are a few things he wants from Junpei, but nothing that he would need to lie, steal, or cheat to get. He just wants his time and attention for now. It’s perfectly reasonable for someone his age to want that, but he still isn’t sure why he feels like he’s trying to reassure himself of that first.]
[ Vanitas gets his wish, Junpei going red again and averting his gaze for fear he’ll get woozy if he looks the other right in the eyes.
His fingers go to idly fiddle with the bottom of his shirt. ]
It’s okay ... really. It was relaxing to be with someone and not have to be on edge. I’m still not used to just hanging out with a guy.
[ Is he just going to pretend Vanitas didn’t straight up proposition him? He shouldn’t. It’s not like he’s uninterested. He wets his lips and tries to overcome the sudden lump in his throat. ]
I’m sure yours is nice. It sounds silly, but I picture yours being ... elegant? To match the rest of you.
[ What is he SAYING? Oh well, not as if he has much experience in how to handle things getting steamy. Vanitas played that card, he gets what he gets. Junpei hadn’t promised he’d be any good. ]
Yuuji is feeling frustrated. It started earlier, when he was hit by an attack by a curse. It'd been slow and subtle at first, but now it's severe - and he just can't get ahold of it.
He's been trying masturbating to get rid of the feeling. It's like the only thing his mind is driven to do, and he's loud about it, but not aware of that fact. He's in his room right now, and anyone who passes by can overhear what he's doing, and how fed up he is with it.
Junpei only came to the school a week ago, brought in by Yuuji after he saved her from Mahito’s touch. She’s getting used to this new world where she doesn’t have to hide from bullies or be indifferent, still unsure of her place in it all.
She’d come by Yuuji’s dorm to ask him about some homework, when his noises make her pause.
“Itadori-san ... are you ok?” she asks from the other side of the door.
Yuuji doesn't expect the interruption. His brain leaps at it, wanting to make him call her in, try to take out the frustration on her. That'd be more effective, right? But his mouth doesn't let him.
[ He looks for him as soon as the rooster’s crow awakens him in the morning. In his world, this man is the sun. Even after all this time he feels a rush of excitement run through him as he rises from his bed of hay, the bell around his neck jangling with his movements.
Light starts to trickle in through the gaps in the old wooden barn, warm and welcoming. Junpei stands alert, velvety soft ears perked up, listening for sounds that signal his arrival.
There was a time when there was no sun in his world. Back then he was scared of humans, for they only brought cruelty and pain with them. He was too runty to be of use to them, just a waste of resources. There was talk of ending his short life - but then he was there, with a gentle touch and kind words.
His trainer. His sun. Every beat of his heart was for him. ]
[ out of all the successful training and breeding projects nobori has to his name, junpei is undoubtedly the one closest to his heart. every foster is deserving of love, of course, but the end goal has always been to see them brought to a forever home. junpei is the one exception to this practice: it's all a labor of love to raise him into the best he can be.
how beautifully junpei has grown from a frightened runt to a dedicated pet. like usual, nobori takes a moment upon entering the homely barn to examine all the little details: from the straight posture for standing alert to the glossy coat on those soft ears. his smile of approval mostly shows through his eyes visibly softening, but nobori adds that typical clap he does when someone or something gets full marks. ]
Good morning, Junpei. And a bravo is in order, as well. Your presentation is exemplary.
[ stepping closer, he gives one of junpei's ears a gentle stroke— then holds out his hands in invitation. ]
If you've no objections, I would like to begin with your health check.
[ it is, after all, highly important to examine a pet's body daily. particularly when trying to build up a little more fat. ]
[ His voice. His mannerisms. Everything about him is associated with positive feelings for Junpei. The memories of the care and personal attention he’s gotten from Nobori make his heart swell and his face light up at the sight of him. Some pets are food motivated, but Junpei is absolutely best rewarded by praise from his trainer. ]
Good morning, master!
[ He leans into the touch to his ear, tail swishing happily behind him. This cheerful, content Junpei is a version of him only Nobori really gets to see. Anyone else walking up to the cow would get a suspicious look and soon a nice view of Junpei’s backside as he turned away from them.
The morning health check is another activity he greets with enthusiasm, displaying his readiness by assuming the position: lifting his arms up to allow the other full access to his torso. He wears a tiny cow print bikini for modesty, even if as a pet he doesn’t really care about being nude. He’s filling the outfit out a little more than he used to for sure, the once almost concave area of his belly starting to noticeably round out. A testament to Nobori’s excellent care.
His body tingles in anticipation of his trainer’s touch, something he shied away from when he first was adopted. Any attempt to pet him would make him visibly flinch, but now he craved the other’s hands, never seeming to get enough attention. ]
[ ah, it certainly warms nobori's heart to see firsthand how all those tireless efforts have rendered his attention and touch a source of happiness and comfort alike for junpei. it'd brought him great sadness to see a bovine specimen brimming with an untapped potential so burned by human contact that approaching hands had brought him nothing but fear and dread.
now, though? the enthusiasm, the willingness, is like night and day. nobori rewards him accordingly with a soft touch to junpei's cheek, briefly cradling it in his palm. he's been warmed by the sunlight. ]
It would seem our efforts are bearing fruit. Bravo, indeed...
[ while he speaks, he allows his hand to trail along the side of junpei's neck, then down to the curve of his waist. with a sound of approval, his other hand settles on junpei's other side; nobori takes his time with applying pressure to the skin over junpei's ribcage interspersed with gentle squeezes. every day, it becomes a little bit harder to count his ribs by hand, which is exactly what they're seeking to accomplish.
he pauses there, very deliberately not closing the distance between his hands and the chest area. of course, for cows, checking on their chest is what first comes to mind. and that is very much a logical line of thought, but he's learned through experience that gradually building up to touching such a sensitive (and sometimes tender) area equates to better handling. ]
We shall weigh you later, of course, but I am feeling quite optimistic with the adjustments to your diet.
[ splaying one hand on junpei's stomach, he lets his fingers dig into the new, soft layer of fat for emphasis. the fact that there's enough here to lightly squeeze is proof of how far they've come. ]
Thus far, is it to your liking? If you desire any changes, please do not hesitate to inform me.
[ Each touch sends happy tingles down his spine, and it’s all he can do not to let out a little moo. They slip out sometimes in moments of strong emotion in spite of him trying to mimic his human trainer in behavior as best he can. It only makes sense for him to want to be more like the person he admires the most in the world.
He always gets especially excited when those kind hands get close to his chest, something primal deep inside him craving to be touched there. Again he schools himself, remaining standing straight and only slightly biting his bottom lip.
The hands on his belly make his stomach muscles twitch noticeably, and he feels his cheeks flush. After his chest, that’s his favorite place to be touched, causing him to feel warm and dreamy. The question being asked floats past him and he almost misses it in his haze. ]
Ah ... s’good. I really like what you feed me.
[ It’s not just said to please him, the diet is very flavorful and he always finishes what he’s fed entirely. He swears he can taste the affection his trainer has for him in his meals, filling him up and helping him grow. ]
What’s for breakfast this morning? Is there fruit?
[ He licks his lips without realizing it. Not that there aren’t certain elements he especially gravitates towards. ]
[ some people have called him paranoid for performing health checks every single morning. and perhaps there is some truth to be found in that, but can anyone blame his wish to ensure junpei's good health and happiness when considering how sweet and well-behaved he is? an adorable pet, truly.
with both hands loosely curled against junpei's belly, he lets both his thumbs rub into his skin in small circles, occasionally stopping to press a little more firmly. there's even a brief bout of one of his fond laughs. ]
There is. I will leave the specifications a surprise, however.
[ anticipation is a very powerful tool. and nobori utilizes it in more ways than one; just as it seems like he's finally moving upward, to that softened chest, he lets his hands trail off to feel along junpei's spine before they come back to his front.
the spine and abdomen indicate no pain or lumps, which leaves the breast tissue. both of nobori's hands cup the softness he's fostered there from below, careful not to put too much force into any squeezes. he seems to deliberately avoid touching junpei's nipples for the time being; the most he does is circle their outlines through the fabric.
tantalizingly close. but not quite there. ]
I was thinking that you could have your breakfast in the house today. There is a matter I would like to ask your opinion on, but I believe that discussion would be better suited there.
[ though junpei now lives in a barn that is entirely his own, the most natural environment for cows, there had been a period when nobori kept him inside the house so as to help in establishing the necessary trust and positive associations. it's for this reason he believes it to be the most soothing venue he can offer.
that, however, is for later. right now, junpei is behaving so well that he's more than earned a reward: a simultaneous squeeze to both his nipples through what little fabric covers him, followed by a gentle, rhythmic tugging. ]
[ He'd lied about his age when he interviewed for the job. To be fair, the owner of the club knew very well he was lying. Could take one look at the doe eyed waif of an omega and knew he wasn't 21. But he also knew desperation when he heard it, knew from the waver in Junpei's voice that if he couldn't find work soon, he'd turn to something even more sleazy. More dangerous. A little fishing and he was able to find out the kid's story: Seventeen, relentlessly bullied by alphas at his school both verbally and physically, mother suddenly dead under suspicious circumstances and no other family that gave a damn.
So he gave Junpei to one of his most senior hosts to train. The one who'd had a similar rough history, who once was a little sad slip of an omega himself needing a miracle. In a little under a month the owner was shocked at what Junpei had become: The boy was a double threat. He could be both the ideal submissive, demure omega that worshipped the ground you walked on and the bratty, difficult omega that gave the challenge some craved. It didn't take long at all for him to build up a client base, and soon he was making more money in a week than other teens working more menial jobs would see in a year.
He'd been at the club for about six months when he met him for the first time. It was a typical Saturday night, he was totally booked and had just finished with one of his regulars. He was in the bunny waitress outfit he wore a couple times a week, shiny black material hugging his slight form with ears on a headband to match, scandalously high heels and purple eyeshadow.
As runner informed him his next appointment was there, a new one whose friends were treating him for his birthday. Junpei got ready in his booth, checking himself in a pocket compact he'd slip back into his costume a second later. Newbies tended to be shy, unsure. They were less stressful than the drunk businessmen by leaps and bounds. He wondered idly what kind of experience this one would choose, crossing one leg over the other and waiting for him to arrive. ]
[There were some benefits to being a late bloomer. While everyone in middle school was excitedly chattering about how they'd present and feeling out their new hormones and urges and arguing over who would be what, he had been able to slip quietly into the background. He wasn't anything, then. He was a scentless void, ignored by the alphas and omegas and gently tolerated by the betas, because that's what betas did. There was no risk of him getting into fights to prove his strength, or any need to spend excess money on suppressants. It made him easy to handle, and Natsume Takashi had spent his life trying to be easy to handle.
Once he started his third year in high school, though, the benefits had suddenly turned into liabilities. It was now a strange thing that he hadn't presented yet, a sign that there was something wrong with him. His foster parents whispered about how if it was taking this long, it'd surely be ten times worse than normal, all those hormones pent up and ready to explode. Some of the more aggressive alphas at school had teased him, saying that he just needed a little encouragement, that he was definitely an omega, just look at him. He definitely wasn't an alpha, considering that not even the nastiest, foulest insults could spur him into lashing out. Natsume just stood there, head down, and took it, from the school bullies, from his relatives, from everyone.
And then, just after his seventeenth birthday, it happened. He woke up and the whole world was different, full of overwhelming scents and urges and emotions and instincts. But it wasn't what he'd been preparing himself for since he was old enough to understand what the words meant. He was an alpha. Against all odds, against stereotype and tradition and even bloodline. His parents had both been betas, most of his relatives were, it wasn't natural.
What it was, Natsume found out, was an excuse for the same alphas who'd harassed him all year to suddenly loop him into their club, to turn the raunchy jokes against others and try to get him involved, try to turn him into a normal alpha. Whether it was out of a desire to have more control or just another excuse to sneak out at night and visit shady clubs, Natsume wasn't positive. He was strongly beginning to think it was the latter, though, since it was after 10pm and he was here, surrounded by scantily clad bodies and the overwhelming scent of perfume. It was making his head spin.]
This is -- really, really not necessary, my birthday was a month ago-- [This was Natsume's last, best attempt at an argument before he was unceremoniously shoved into a booth and patted condescendingly on the head by one of his classmates. "Keep an eye on him, sweetheart, we'll be right back," the alpha leered across the table at the omega they'd pooled their money and booked for the night.
Then they were gone and Natsume was left with -- well, his first overwhelming thought was bunny ears. That was. Surprising. He didn't know that outfit existed outside of weird porn. Not that he watched weird porn, but he knew some stuff. He might not be experienced, but he wasn't stupid. Once he dragged his gaze down from the ears, he was able to see the omega's face, lit up by the dim neon lights, the curl of his bemused smile, the makeup on his face, the hair falling into his eyes.
And the way he smelled... It wasn't the overwhelming, cloyingly sweet scent of false heat imitators, lathered on by a lot of the other workers. It was fresh, clean, genuine. Natsume actually had to hold his breath so he didn't just scoot along the bench seat and bury his nose in the omega's neck.
[ Junpei practiced a very controversial method in his hosting - he wasn’t on suppressants. Or birth control. He relied on having trained himself to maintain control during his heat along with the security at the place making sure alphas didn’t just go nuts and mate him right in the club.
But many preferred that natural scent, and the owner had mentioned to his workers that if anyone did get pregnant they’d get a significant pay raise. Pregnant omega were their own very lucrative kink, and Junpei had honestly given it some thought. He had decided to bury his issues with focusing on excelling at hosting, and sometimes that involved going to extremes. He was young, healthy. He could handle it. Let some loving couple adopt the kid after. What did he care? What good was he as an omega anyway? It wasn’t like he’d ever be anyone’s mate. Why not use his body to live a comfortable life?
All that wasn’t on his mind when the newbie was sat down at his table. He’d been ready to jump into his usual spiel, start flirting and turning on the charm. Get as much money as he could out of the latest sucker.
But something about Natsume knocked the wind out of him. He looked stunned, words caught in his throat. What was a guy this beautiful doing buying a host? ]
... hi.
[ He tried to shake it off, remember his script. The first thing to do was to figure out what the guy liked. What did he usually say. ]
Ah, so ... first time, right? What ... kind of omega do you like? Have you seen my menu?
[ When you selected your host, you got a ‘menu’ of what services they offered. ]
[He seems -- young. Natsume had been expecting someone older than him, practiced and coy and flirtatious, all batting eyelashes and seductive smiles. He hadn't expected someone who could be one of his classmates, sitting there in next to nothing, looking at him with the most intent, searching look he's ever seen. It makes something in his chest flip over, something that's half protectiveness, half sorrow. How did he get here? How many times has he said these exact words?
Natsume knows he's not special, he's not the first customer the omega's ever had -- probably not even the first one he's had that night -- but that doesn't stop him from wanting to be...different. Wanting to be more than just a leering, drooling, mindless ball of hormones and horniness. Even if being this close, breathing in this scent is starting to have him understand how someone can get to that point.
The question gets a helpless shrug, and Natsume reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ears. It's getting too long, again, growing along with the rest of him. He's been caught in a perpetual growth spurt ever since presenting, it seems, finally getting taller and broader after having resigned himself to be tiny forever. He's still nowhere as big as an average alpha, but there's potential there.]
My, ah -- the guys I came with chose you. They said they wanted it to be a surprise. I -- [He should ask what the menu entails, what the options are. What he asks instead is:] What's your name?
[ He may not be as big as a typical alpha, but he’s effortlessly charming in a way that’s really throwing Junpei off his game.
They all use fake names at the club for safety purposes, there are too many alpha who can’t keep things to fantasy and will try and stalk the omega outside of it. Still, Junpei almost slips up with how distracted he is and gives his real name instead. ]
Jun — ah, that is, Kaito. What’s yours?
[ He slips his hand across the table, offering it for Natsume to hold. One of the tactics. Especially with the young, new ones. They tend to like the little touch. It also allows him to lean over a bit. He may not have much in the way of a chest, but some guys like the angle. ]
Mm, but you do have a type, right? Like maybe one of the omega you crush on at work? Or did back in school?
[The momentary slip-up gets an arched eyebrow, but Natsume smiles right after, letting it go. Having fake names makes sense. It's for safety. Knowing that this omega in particular is conscious of his safety feels...good.]
Nice to meet you, Kaito. [It doesn't seem to matter to him that they're in public, that there's noise and lights all around. He reaches across the table slowly, takes the offered hand, absently runs his thumb over each knuckle. Smaller than his. But warm.] I'm Natsume.
[It's strange how easily he'd taken the hand. He doesn't like being touched, he's never liked being touched. But this feels...different.
The question has him blushing again, though, clearing his throat awkwardly.] I-I hadn't ever thought of it, really. I've never really...had a crush on anyone. [Another smile, this one applogetic.] I'm sorry, I'm probably not a very good, ah...customer.
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The next day comes, Junpei texting Vanitas that morning letting him know what time to come over and giving him directions to his apartment.
His other get together hadn’t really gone anywhere, Junpei still too worried about scaring off his friend to make any kind of real move. It hadn’t been a BAD visit, but they’d mostly just played video games and talked about safe topics. Really, considering how his only interactions with other people his age in high school had involved him getting the crap beat out of him he was still calling that evening a very pleasant time.
When Vanitas arrives, Junpei tries not to think too deeply about their conversation the previous day. He greets his guest with a shy smile, opening the door for him. ]
Ah, hey. Good to see you.
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He’s still stuck in his head until he’s spoken to and that voice pulls him toward reality again. Vanitas hands over the packaged food from a nearby restaurant before he steps inside.]
You still look put together. Was your previous visit not eventful? [The smile that creeps onto his face would have been unacceptable in polite company, but the two of them were alone. Junpei could probably handle a bit of teasing.]
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Junpei thinks of himself as very mature for his age, above silly things driven by teenage hormones like being easily charmed by a handsome face or a little flirting.
He’s wrong, of course. But that’s what he tells himself. ]
We just talked and played Mario Kart. It was fun.
[ He leads the other over to the sofa, motioning to the coffee table in front of it. ]
Thanks for the food, it smells good.
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I see. [He follows Junpei to the sofa and considers offering to feed him before they start with a movie, but decides against it. Instead he shrugs off his coat, sits down and crosses his legs to get comfortable. Food could wait.] I'm glad I don't have to pretend not to be upset to hide my jealousy.
[Despite being the aggressively forward person he is, Vanitas is also not above being anxious around someone he likes. And for better or worse he has his crosshairs fixated on Junpei this time. Vanitas gestures to the space beside him for the other young man to sit.]
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[ Junpei sits down beside him with an airy laugh, trying to be casual. His posture is a dead giveaway that he’s not truly relaxed; he’s slightly stiff in the shoulders. ]
Weren’t you just encouraging me to get a look at his dick yesterday?
[ An initial impression might lead one to believe due to his soft voice and tendency to avoid social situations that Junpei is submissive and timid. The reality is that he has a sassy streak and a cynical outlook to match. He can put on a polite enough face, but when he’s comfortable with someone his true nature reveals itself.
He hadn’t fought back against his school bullies purely due to being realistic; he wasn’t going to be able to beat them and attempting to do so would only make things worse. It was better to just let them get bored. He’s still have bruises, but his time being beaten would pass more quickly.
He looked at his comments to Vanitas the other day the same way. He didn’t have low self-esteem, he was merely realistic about his attractiveness. ]
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But since that fell through, you can look at mine. [Vanitas shoots a suggestive glance over at Junpei, expecting to catch a glimpse of his blushing face, or maybe just hoping to. Yeah, he has no decency, the movie isn’t even playing to distract them yet and Vanitas is as shameless as ever.]
Whoever you have around you clearly isn’t taking full advantage of all you have to offer. [It’s a little strange though. Having a conversation with someone that isn’t a means to getting something out of them. Well, maybe there are a few things he wants from Junpei, but nothing that he would need to lie, steal, or cheat to get. He just wants his time and attention for now. It’s perfectly reasonable for someone his age to want that, but he still isn’t sure why he feels like he’s trying to reassure himself of that first.]
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His fingers go to idly fiddle with the bottom of his shirt. ]
It’s okay ... really. It was relaxing to be with someone and not have to be on edge. I’m still not used to just hanging out with a guy.
[ Is he just going to pretend Vanitas didn’t straight up proposition him? He shouldn’t. It’s not like he’s uninterested. He wets his lips and tries to overcome the sudden lump in his throat. ]
I’m sure yours is nice. It sounds silly, but I picture yours being ... elegant? To match the rest of you.
[ What is he SAYING? Oh well, not as if he has much experience in how to handle things getting steamy. Vanitas played that card, he gets what he gets. Junpei hadn’t promised he’d be any good. ]
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He's been trying masturbating to get rid of the feeling. It's like the only thing his mind is driven to do, and he's loud about it, but not aware of that fact. He's in his room right now, and anyone who passes by can overhear what he's doing, and how fed up he is with it.
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She’d come by Yuuji’s dorm to ask him about some homework, when his noises make her pause.
“Itadori-san ... are you ok?” she asks from the other side of the door.
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"I'm okay! Don't worry! You can go!"
His tone is pitched a little high.
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She’s worried, his tone is off.
“You ... helped me a lot, you know. I owe you my life. You don’t have to be afraid to ask me for help.”
Maybe he’s afraid to appear vulnerable around her?
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"You'd be disgusted if I did."
He sounds like he truly means that.
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She’s very confused. The boy was so bright and cheerful, he’d been nothing but kind to her. What he’s saying seems impossible.
“Will you let me in? Even to just talk for a little?”
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@gapmoe Cow AU
Light starts to trickle in through the gaps in the old wooden barn, warm and welcoming. Junpei stands alert, velvety soft ears perked up, listening for sounds that signal his arrival.
There was a time when there was no sun in his world. Back then he was scared of humans, for they only brought cruelty and pain with them. He was too runty to be of use to them, just a waste of resources. There was talk of ending his short life - but then he was there, with a gentle touch and kind words.
His trainer. His sun. Every beat of his heart was for him. ]
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how beautifully junpei has grown from a frightened runt to a dedicated pet. like usual, nobori takes a moment upon entering the homely barn to examine all the little details: from the straight posture for standing alert to the glossy coat on those soft ears. his smile of approval mostly shows through his eyes visibly softening, but nobori adds that typical clap he does when someone or something gets full marks. ]
Good morning, Junpei. And a bravo is in order, as well. Your presentation is exemplary.
[ stepping closer, he gives one of junpei's ears a gentle stroke— then holds out his hands in invitation. ]
If you've no objections, I would like to begin with your health check.
[ it is, after all, highly important to examine a pet's body daily. particularly when trying to build up a little more fat. ]
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Good morning, master!
[ He leans into the touch to his ear, tail swishing happily behind him. This cheerful, content Junpei is a version of him only Nobori really gets to see. Anyone else walking up to the cow would get a suspicious look and soon a nice view of Junpei’s backside as he turned away from them.
The morning health check is another activity he greets with enthusiasm, displaying his readiness by assuming the position: lifting his arms up to allow the other full access to his torso. He wears a tiny cow print bikini for modesty, even if as a pet he doesn’t really care about being nude. He’s filling the outfit out a little more than he used to for sure, the once almost concave area of his belly starting to noticeably round out. A testament to Nobori’s excellent care.
His body tingles in anticipation of his trainer’s touch, something he shied away from when he first was adopted. Any attempt to pet him would make him visibly flinch, but now he craved the other’s hands, never seeming to get enough attention. ]
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now, though? the enthusiasm, the willingness, is like night and day. nobori rewards him accordingly with a soft touch to junpei's cheek, briefly cradling it in his palm. he's been warmed by the sunlight. ]
It would seem our efforts are bearing fruit. Bravo, indeed...
[ while he speaks, he allows his hand to trail along the side of junpei's neck, then down to the curve of his waist. with a sound of approval, his other hand settles on junpei's other side; nobori takes his time with applying pressure to the skin over junpei's ribcage interspersed with gentle squeezes. every day, it becomes a little bit harder to count his ribs by hand, which is exactly what they're seeking to accomplish.
he pauses there, very deliberately not closing the distance between his hands and the chest area. of course, for cows, checking on their chest is what first comes to mind. and that is very much a logical line of thought, but he's learned through experience that gradually building up to touching such a sensitive (and sometimes tender) area equates to better handling. ]
We shall weigh you later, of course, but I am feeling quite optimistic with the adjustments to your diet.
[ splaying one hand on junpei's stomach, he lets his fingers dig into the new, soft layer of fat for emphasis. the fact that there's enough here to lightly squeeze is proof of how far they've come. ]
Thus far, is it to your liking? If you desire any changes, please do not hesitate to inform me.
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He always gets especially excited when those kind hands get close to his chest, something primal deep inside him craving to be touched there. Again he schools himself, remaining standing straight and only slightly biting his bottom lip.
The hands on his belly make his stomach muscles twitch noticeably, and he feels his cheeks flush. After his chest, that’s his favorite place to be touched, causing him to feel warm and dreamy. The question being asked floats past him and he almost misses it in his haze. ]
Ah ... s’good. I really like what you feed me.
[ It’s not just said to please him, the diet is very flavorful and he always finishes what he’s fed entirely. He swears he can taste the affection his trainer has for him in his meals, filling him up and helping him grow. ]
What’s for breakfast this morning? Is there fruit?
[ He licks his lips without realizing it. Not that there aren’t certain elements he especially gravitates towards. ]
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with both hands loosely curled against junpei's belly, he lets both his thumbs rub into his skin in small circles, occasionally stopping to press a little more firmly. there's even a brief bout of one of his fond laughs. ]
There is. I will leave the specifications a surprise, however.
[ anticipation is a very powerful tool. and nobori utilizes it in more ways than one; just as it seems like he's finally moving upward, to that softened chest, he lets his hands trail off to feel along junpei's spine before they come back to his front.
the spine and abdomen indicate no pain or lumps, which leaves the breast tissue. both of nobori's hands cup the softness he's fostered there from below, careful not to put too much force into any squeezes. he seems to deliberately avoid touching junpei's nipples for the time being; the most he does is circle their outlines through the fabric.
tantalizingly close. but not quite there. ]
I was thinking that you could have your breakfast in the house today. There is a matter I would like to ask your opinion on, but I believe that discussion would be better suited there.
[ though junpei now lives in a barn that is entirely his own, the most natural environment for cows, there had been a period when nobori kept him inside the house so as to help in establishing the necessary trust and positive associations. it's for this reason he believes it to be the most soothing venue he can offer.
that, however, is for later. right now, junpei is behaving so well that he's more than earned a reward: a simultaneous squeeze to both his nipples through what little fabric covers him, followed by a gentle, rhythmic tugging. ]
Of course, that is for after we finish here.
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i had a Vision (TM) while writing this novel of a tag but just lmk if taking this angle isn't cool
Your vision is beautiful
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lmk if i assumed too much in this tag lol o/
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@natzoom Kink Club A/B/O AU
So he gave Junpei to one of his most senior hosts to train. The one who'd had a similar rough history, who once was a little sad slip of an omega himself needing a miracle. In a little under a month the owner was shocked at what Junpei had become: The boy was a double threat. He could be both the ideal submissive, demure omega that worshipped the ground you walked on and the bratty, difficult omega that gave the challenge some craved. It didn't take long at all for him to build up a client base, and soon he was making more money in a week than other teens working more menial jobs would see in a year.
He'd been at the club for about six months when he met him for the first time. It was a typical Saturday night, he was totally booked and had just finished with one of his regulars. He was in the bunny waitress outfit he wore a couple times a week, shiny black material hugging his slight form with ears on a headband to match, scandalously high heels and purple eyeshadow.
As runner informed him his next appointment was there, a new one whose friends were treating him for his birthday. Junpei got ready in his booth, checking himself in a pocket compact he'd slip back into his costume a second later. Newbies tended to be shy, unsure. They were less stressful than the drunk businessmen by leaps and bounds. He wondered idly what kind of experience this one would choose, crossing one leg over the other and waiting for him to arrive. ]
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Once he started his third year in high school, though, the benefits had suddenly turned into liabilities. It was now a strange thing that he hadn't presented yet, a sign that there was something wrong with him. His foster parents whispered about how if it was taking this long, it'd surely be ten times worse than normal, all those hormones pent up and ready to explode. Some of the more aggressive alphas at school had teased him, saying that he just needed a little encouragement, that he was definitely an omega, just look at him. He definitely wasn't an alpha, considering that not even the nastiest, foulest insults could spur him into lashing out. Natsume just stood there, head down, and took it, from the school bullies, from his relatives, from everyone.
And then, just after his seventeenth birthday, it happened. He woke up and the whole world was different, full of overwhelming scents and urges and emotions and instincts. But it wasn't what he'd been preparing himself for since he was old enough to understand what the words meant. He was an alpha. Against all odds, against stereotype and tradition and even bloodline. His parents had both been betas, most of his relatives were, it wasn't natural.
What it was, Natsume found out, was an excuse for the same alphas who'd harassed him all year to suddenly loop him into their club, to turn the raunchy jokes against others and try to get him involved, try to turn him into a normal alpha. Whether it was out of a desire to have more control or just another excuse to sneak out at night and visit shady clubs, Natsume wasn't positive. He was strongly beginning to think it was the latter, though, since it was after 10pm and he was here, surrounded by scantily clad bodies and the overwhelming scent of perfume. It was making his head spin.]
This is -- really, really not necessary, my birthday was a month ago-- [This was Natsume's last, best attempt at an argument before he was unceremoniously shoved into a booth and patted condescendingly on the head by one of his classmates. "Keep an eye on him, sweetheart, we'll be right back," the alpha leered across the table at the omega they'd pooled their money and booked for the night.
Then they were gone and Natsume was left with -- well, his first overwhelming thought was bunny ears. That was. Surprising. He didn't know that outfit existed outside of weird porn. Not that he watched weird porn, but he knew some stuff. He might not be experienced, but he wasn't stupid. Once he dragged his gaze down from the ears, he was able to see the omega's face, lit up by the dim neon lights, the curl of his bemused smile, the makeup on his face, the hair falling into his eyes.
And the way he smelled... It wasn't the overwhelming, cloyingly sweet scent of false heat imitators, lathered on by a lot of the other workers. It was fresh, clean, genuine. Natsume actually had to hold his breath so he didn't just scoot along the bench seat and bury his nose in the omega's neck.
He coughed. Once.] Um. Hi.
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But many preferred that natural scent, and the owner had mentioned to his workers that if anyone did get pregnant they’d get a significant pay raise. Pregnant omega were their own very lucrative kink, and Junpei had honestly given it some thought. He had decided to bury his issues with focusing on excelling at hosting, and sometimes that involved going to extremes. He was young, healthy. He could handle it. Let some loving couple adopt the kid after. What did he care? What good was he as an omega anyway? It wasn’t like he’d ever be anyone’s mate. Why not use his body to live a comfortable life?
All that wasn’t on his mind when the newbie was sat down at his table. He’d been ready to jump into his usual spiel, start flirting and turning on the charm. Get as much money as he could out of the latest sucker.
But something about Natsume knocked the wind out of him. He looked stunned, words caught in his throat. What was a guy this beautiful doing buying a host? ]
... hi.
[ He tried to shake it off, remember his script. The first thing to do was to figure out what the guy liked. What did he usually say. ]
Ah, so ... first time, right? What ... kind of omega do you like? Have you seen my menu?
[ When you selected your host, you got a ‘menu’ of what services they offered. ]
Did anything catch your eye?
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Natsume knows he's not special, he's not the first customer the omega's ever had -- probably not even the first one he's had that night -- but that doesn't stop him from wanting to be...different. Wanting to be more than just a leering, drooling, mindless ball of hormones and horniness. Even if being this close, breathing in this scent is starting to have him understand how someone can get to that point.
The question gets a helpless shrug, and Natsume reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ears. It's getting too long, again, growing along with the rest of him. He's been caught in a perpetual growth spurt ever since presenting, it seems, finally getting taller and broader after having resigned himself to be tiny forever. He's still nowhere as big as an average alpha, but there's potential there.]
My, ah -- the guys I came with chose you. They said they wanted it to be a surprise. I -- [He should ask what the menu entails, what the options are. What he asks instead is:] What's your name?
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They all use fake names at the club for safety purposes, there are too many alpha who can’t keep things to fantasy and will try and stalk the omega outside of it. Still, Junpei almost slips up with how distracted he is and gives his real name instead. ]
Jun — ah, that is, Kaito. What’s yours?
[ He slips his hand across the table, offering it for Natsume to hold. One of the tactics. Especially with the young, new ones. They tend to like the little touch. It also allows him to lean over a bit. He may not have much in the way of a chest, but some guys like the angle. ]
Mm, but you do have a type, right? Like maybe one of the omega you crush on at work? Or did back in school?
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Nice to meet you, Kaito. [It doesn't seem to matter to him that they're in public, that there's noise and lights all around. He reaches across the table slowly, takes the offered hand, absently runs his thumb over each knuckle. Smaller than his. But warm.] I'm Natsume.
[It's strange how easily he'd taken the hand. He doesn't like being touched, he's never liked being touched. But this feels...different.
The question has him blushing again, though, clearing his throat awkwardly.] I-I hadn't ever thought of it, really. I've never really...had a crush on anyone. [Another smile, this one applogetic.] I'm sorry, I'm probably not a very good, ah...customer.
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