[ 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. ]

Did anything catch your eye?