Off the High Horse (Coffee-Tastic and YellowPerch) [18+]

[YellowPerch]

Hiro was normally pretty good in holding his ground. But being under the golden gaze of the alpha in front of him had him uncomfortable and unable to stand up for himself. Apparently his words were getting him no where, despite the truth the spoke. Somewhere in Takuma's mind he had it that Hiro was sabotaging him. At Takuma's words Hiro rose a brow in confusion. "Then if your not talking about what happened yesterday then what are-" unfortunately his words were unable to be finished as Takuma had stepped closer to him and grabbed his front collar. The action had Hiro nearly yelling out, but he held back the sound. Instead the warmth of his breath had him shutting his mouth in an instant. Their chests nearly touched and he could just feel the ghost of his breath on his face. A sudden chill ran through Hiro all at once and his cheeks had a light blush of red to them. Despite the coldness in his voice, Hiro was unable to break his focus of the other's eyes. He could even make out his own reflection in the pit of them.

 

However, at Takuma's vile words, Hiro had managed to snap back to half his senses. "Wait, Ta-Takuma! What-!? Admit what? I have no idea-" Hiro tried to struggle against the hardened grip on his shirt, but clearly their strength were complete differences. "Take over the store? I don't even...Takuma I'm not even trying to become a Full time employee. How would I take over the store?" The grin on Takuma's face had clearly been sign that he found out exactly what Hiro was planning. Which had been far from true. But unbeknownst to Hiro, he had no idea what was going on his head until the other suddenly started moving closer, inch by inch. The grin on his lips had fallen into a frown, and the coldness in his eyes had even glazed over with a different feeling. Hiro felt the over bearing feeling of his own pathetic self of an omega giving in to the look now on Takuma's face. "T-Taku-ma..." Hiro had very little fight in him to struggle against the other. His hands that tried to rip his shirt free were now just barely grasping hold of Takuma's, his voice which held fairly strong just moments ago had become scratchy. And if he didn't manage to stop Takuma then something really bad was going to happen. "Takuma...please...you-you have to...stop..." Hiro's body began to shake.

 

 

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[Coffee-Tastic]

His lips slowly went into a grin, feeling the omega shudder and shake under his stare and closeness. Takuma isn't such a blatant person so look down at omegas, but for this case, nothing felt better than having a weak submissive tremble in front of him. The begging, Hiro's vulnerable state, the blond wanted to do nothing more than advance further, to claim what was rightfully his. That's right. This alpha had the feeling in him that Hiro was his own possession. He didn't have any idea where it came from, but it wasn't like there were a lot of things going through his head. To this smell, he was incredibly weak to, more than he'd even be able to understand after this, where he'd blame it on Hiro or something along that... The real reason was fate and his inner, instinctual desire to do what he didn't do yesterday when HIS omega was going through heat, when his omega's body begged for him and cast out a heavy scent that drove him half mad.

 

Takuma didn't stop, he never would with a plea so weak, if anything, Hiro's shaking voice made it worse for the both of them. He pressed their lips together, a thing he'd cringe of thinking about if he were in the right mind. The other man's lips were incredibly plush, incredibly dangerous. Letting go of his shirt he did, not to set him free, but to grab him in a different sense, his arms wrapping around Hiro's lower back before being directly pulled towards him with not an inch of space between his own self and the omega's. It was happening very fast, each change of pace happening one right after the next. Leaning closer, kissing, holding Hiro close, and then finally it was pushing them up against the nearest sturdy shelf so it would make it even harder for the submissive to break free from what he wanted. Which was claim, whichever way that meant first. It simple depended on how much his little omega could handle before completely giving in.

[YellowPerch]

Hiro's body continued to shudder at the look in Takuma's eyes. Whatever was happening between the two of them was growing and Hiro wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. Takuma had truly hated his guts from the moment they'd met, then all of a sudden Hiro has a stupid attack and causes a rift between the two. He was sure that once the other came to his senses, he'd blame Hiro in an instant. Perhaps that was for the best. If he blamed Hiro for what was happening now, then perhaps he'd stay away from Hiro after. That would make it easier for them both. After the nest three days, Hiro would go back to working his part time hours and going to school during the day. At that point the two won't have too much time to interact with each other. And perhaps that would give Takuma the realm of gaining what power he wanted in the store. Which Takuma still didn't understand what he wanted.

 

Despite Hiro's pleas for the other to stop, Takuma only moved closer. Hiro tightened his grip around Takuma's hands as their bodies, their faces, lips, breath, drew closer to each other. With one last struggle to break the trance the two were falling into, Hiro tried to stop Takuma again. But as he parted his lips to speak, Takuma had placed his lips upon Hiro's, crushing any attempt to fight back Hiro had. Takuma was cold towards Hiro, but in the moment he touched the other's lips, Hiro could feel a softness to his lips. Slightly cracked, but otherwise soft. It sent a shiver straight down Hiro's spine. His hands dropped from Takuma's as the alpha's hands released Hiro's shirt and pulled them close, their hips touching, their chests just as close. Hiro grasped Takuma's clothing from his side, gripping the fabric of his shirt in his fists. Before Hiro could even gain the knowledge of what was happening, he felt something hard against his back. He gasped at the feeling of being pinned, which only enticed another shiver down his back. Was this was it felt like to be overpowered by an alpha? If it was, Hiro liked it, but he was sure both would regret any more of it if they continued. But his strength left him, and he was very quickly giving in to the power of his aggressive alpha.

[Coffee-Tastic]

If taking in Hiro's scent each time he breathed wasn't already bad enough from the start, each passing second that went by that their mouths were connected, Takuma was spiraling deeper in his overpowering alpha desires. With a greedy tongue, he tasted up the other's mouth, the flavor being more sweet and addictive than his smell alone. He was liking this way too much. The kiss, their closeness and especially having the omega grab his shirt from the sides, holding onto him just like that... He wanted to be held onto to, it gave his instincts a nice boost, liking the thought that Hiro needed him for support, but like with everything, it could probably be better. What would be better? That was easy. The smaller male could be on his back, wrapping his naked arms and legs around him while Takuma bit in his neck, having his way with Hiro in bed... Yeah, it's a good thought. It's a thought that reflected on the blond in the real word, hugging the other tighter as he started to move his hips against Hiro's for a shallow friction, a slave to his hidden desires.

 

Breaking their mouths apart briefly, he licked the omega's soft pink lips and with a groan, bit his bottom lip right after his voice finally was able to show his actually pleasure from the little things they were doing so far. His heart was beating out of his chest, quite literally as if felt. This feeling was impossible, or that's what it would be like to Takuma when he came back. This wouldn't be so taboo to him if he just knew a little bit more about what happens when a destined alpha figures out who their omega is from their smell during heat. In Takuma's case, he was pretty blind. He felt something but he didn't know what was there in him. If he continued this, he'd also learn a lesson on what happens after the birds reach a nest. That he never wanted, especially with Hiro. His bitter rival. "Mm..." The person he hated that he was also starting to make out with again while grinding their crotches together. There was no doubt he'd be angry after this, but he couldn't even think, nor could he hear that another person had come in their store.

[YellowPerch]

Upon gasping out from the action of being pinned, Hiro felt what it was like to further indulge in his omega passions. Takuma hadn't taken any chance and slipped his tongue through Hiro's parted lips and into his mouth. He felt his own tongue seek the other's in a dance of saliva and tongue. The overwhelming speed of Takuma's pace made Hiro's head spin. His heart beat against his rib cage, threatening to break free. his blood rushed through out his body in an attempt to make him weaker, more seeking of the other's touch. Hiro tightened his grip on Takuma's shirt and practically began tugging on it. The thought crossed his mind of laying in a bed, his back against the sheets, Takuma's muscled body hovering above him as their skin grazed each other and enticed a whole new bought of friction they had yet to experience. "Ta...ma..." Hiro's whispered moans sounded in the small store as he wanted nothing more then to just give in. To let the alpha take him in all his passion and devour him. To claim him. Even at the touch of their groins, Hiro's want had him slightly bucking his own against Takuma. He wanted to feel an absolute release that only the man before him could cause.

 

The kiss broke, and Hiro nearly groaned out in frustration. But he was glad for the break for air and panted before the masculine sight of Takuma, hovering before him. Soon he leaned in again, biting Hiro's bottom lip with a groan. At hearing the other's voice for the first time since they started touching, Hiro's body shook in want and need. He wanted to hear that voice again, needed to hear what he could o to an alpha. The lips returned to his own as the grinding of their hips continued on, more roughly then the last. His senses were leaving him, and all rational thought was escaping from his mind. He was certainly in trouble now. His hands began to travel up Takuma's sides and soon was gripping the front of his shirt, as if he wanted it removed. But suddenly there was a bell, a ding from the front of the store. When Hiro concentrated his vision to the door he noticed a customer walking through the store having just spotted them where they stood. Hiro's senses came back to him and he pushed, with what strength he had, to get away from Takuma. Having managed to seperate them enough. Hiro stood hidden behind the larger body of the other, his cheeks to his neck red with embarrassment. He panted for air, wiping away the saliva that had dropped onto his chin. Shakily he reached for his pocket and pulled out the medicine bottle. He was struggling just to get it out of his pocket, he'd never be able to open it if he didn't calm down. Hiro ran into the break room to try and open the bottle and take his medicine.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Takuma wanted to go on, as far as he cared, he could have started to tear off their dumb uniform and go further and further. With his mind so gone, he could have actually done so much as ripped off their clothes and started to fuck him right then and there without being somewhere private like the break room or at least the bathroom. He just didn't care. All he wanted was Hiro, to have him, to touch him and physically claim him as his own for nobody else to try for. What more could come out of those male's lips besides pants and gasps? What did a moan sound like from Hiro? What kind of noise would he make when he was right about to cum, his prostate abused and his entire body hot with lust and desire...? Takuma wished he could answer all of that now. The alpha burned with excitement all over, far exceeding what he had ever felt with the women he was supposed to marry for business purposes. Those girls were beautiful, they had cute faces, they were all dainty and elegant... But he had no real interest in them. Hiro? Something as little as his smell made him go nuts. He was in love with those lips, his taste, and he wanted nothing more than to have the both of them in bed right here in this moment. Takuma wanted to take more than his saliva, he could only fantasize what his slick tasted like. Though his moment was interrupted.

 

He didn't notice the person and only saw the pushing away as being disobedient, which actually made him growl a bit, but Hiro hid behind him. With a snort meant to have been a sigh, he turned his head to the interruption, seeing an innocent customer there that only wanted to buy something here, not watch a IRL porno. The shocked look on the person's face was what drew Takuma's self back, his mouth opening up for a moment like a caught fish on a dock. He was surprised, of course, but he could feel a hate in his chest that was directed towards the customer for stopping his course of action towards Hiro. It was the lingering scent of the omega's excitement still in his nose making him feel so possessive and upset about having someone nearby his submissive counterpart, but anyone would feel bad about being cockblocked. "Welcome," Takuma forced out of him in a cough. The next second, Hiro ran off, his eyes catching him go right to the break room. He had half the sense to follow after the omega, but the other half of him, the half that was normal and was starting to fill him up again completely, wanted to lock Hiro away so he wouldn't be able to see his face again because what. The hell. Just. Happened.

[YellowPerch]

Hiro was panicking in his attempts to open his medicine bottle. He struggled for a good five minutes hunched down in the corner of the room he had been in the night before. His hands shook and his breathing came out ragged. He had no idea what had just happened. One minute he's being yelled at, the next he's pinned against a shelf and a hard body. The strong hands of the other keeping Hiro's own in place. Takuma's breath, lips and tongue felt as amazing as they had touched him. The ghosting feeling of still feeling his touch creeping up his body. Hiro shook his head to try and stop the thoughts. "St-stop thinking...stop thinking about it.." Hiro took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down more. He managed to open up the bottle, but not without spilling some of the pills onto the floor. He ignored them and poured out a pill into his hand. Quickly he swallowed it, without water this time. After five more minutes of nearly hyperventilating, Hiro was already on the verge of feeling better. His breathing was slowing down, and his shaking ws more controllable, he still felt hot however and could tell there was still a dark red blush on his cheeks and ears.

 

Now that he was more capable of controlling himself he found that he was able to stand up again. He had forgotten about the pills he spilled and left them on the floor, stuffing the rest of the bottle in his pocket. Hiro took in a deep breath and left for the door of the break room. Had he remembered correctly, the customer was possibly still in the store. And Takuma had yet been trained on the register. He pulled open the door very slightly, chancing a peek into the store. Though he saw nothing he good place as the customer or Takuma. He left the break room, and fiddling with his thumbs entered the whole of the store. When he came into view of the shelving they had just been at Hiro turned instantly, remembering very well the events that had occurred only moments ago and booked it for the register. He had noticed Takuma wasn't standing by the shelves either, and when he had looked up to see where exactly he was walking, he spotted the other man. Which only made Hiro stop dead in his tracks and unable to move further even an inch. His lips parted in hopes to say something, but what came out was merely a strangled sound.

[Coffee-Tastic]

What happened, Takuma wasn't sure about. He kept staring at the lad who came in, without reason, until they broke their gaze apart from their discomfort in order to go look for whatever they came in search for, Takuma really didn't care, and when the person was out of sight, he stepped away from the scene of the crime to take a long, heavy deep breaths of fresh, untainted air. With each breath in, eyes closed, and strictly thinking of unpleasurable things like his parents, which always succeeded in ruining any mood he was in, he could feel himself calming down... in a sort. From his thoughts filled with dirty subjects and intentions, thoughts of doing a lot more to Hiro after kissing and wanting to hold him, they went to what the literal fuck. He hated Hiro. Hiro was deceitful and deceitful, a dangerous rival that wanted to compete with him. A guy who probably felt enjoyment from a challenge like himself. It made him indescribably shameful to have made his own mind ill with these properties while at the same time, Takuma had a feeling that it wouldn't go away. It felt like it was a stain on his body that wasn't there, but bothered him. He had no romantic feelings for Hiro in reality, yet what happened, happened. But it wasn't real. But it also was real.

 

With an annoyed grunt, he ran his hand through his golden hair, brushing up his bangs along with his single, prolonged stroke. Takuma opened his eyes, pulling out the collar of his shirt for a bit more air, "That damn smell," he muttered, recalling the whole cause. He got too close and that price was becoming high with the sweet omega scent that Hiro gave off. It was his fault for getting too close, but he could always find a way to blame others for what happens to him. In this case, Hiro was hoping Takuma got close, he bet. Takuma fell right into his trap, hoping to distract him from his exploitation. But why? Was there some kind of understanding Takuma was missing here? Because if he was so solid on his conclusion of Hiro's true intentions, what point was there to direct him away? If the brunet was so bent on being a better employee... he wouldn't have laid his trap out here in the store where people can walk in on, disturbing them as the random guy seemed to be when walking in and seeing an alpha trap and grind on the other man with lust. And the way he scrambled to the back room once worming away, it made Takuma swear Hiro gained bunny ears and a fluffy bunny tail because he bolted away so quickly, as if he was actually a victim and not the mastermind. Either Hiro was an amazing actor or that was real panic and embarrassment. Though only one of those explanations suited Takuma, so he did not take the latter. He couldn't.

 

With a swallow forced, he eased into returning back into the real world, blinking and looking around him. With a few steps, he could see the customer before was at the register, waiting pay patiently. He probably didn't want to ask for either men working here because Hiro ran off and Takuma had been in his own world with a tense, unapproachable expression. He had no idea how to work the register and the blond has yet to care about customers enough to put effort into making anyone else happy but himself, so he moved back out the stranger's possible line of sight so he couldn't tell he was directly choosing not to help, in his movements, his eyes looked over and saw there was the bunny that was in his mind. And would you listen to that, bunnies make the weirdest noises when standing by the wolf... Though, with the impression he gave off, he was a lot more dangerous than one, more like a hot blooded lion, his eyes giving Hiro more hate than before, the magnitude could surprise anyone. He walked over towards him, but this time he was more aware of the problem that happens when he smells him, and simply held his breath, and doing so made his chest puff out even more, "If that happens one more time," he sneered, passing by Hiro, "You'll regret your actions more than I do right now. I will make sure of that. Now go over there, the guy is waiting for you... I'm going to... do something. I don't know." He couldn't think all to well at the moment, so he supposed he'd just go to the cleaning closet and do something with the things from inside there.

[YellowPerch]

Hiro knew he couldn't outright avoid Takuma. He worked with the guy. But somehow, Hiro had hoped he didn't come in contact with the other so quickly upon leaving the break room. However, as he stood motionless, speechless, unable to do anything before the other, he realized it was inevitable. As soon as he was caught under the others gaze, harsh and cold, far more then it had ever been, Hiro became afraid for the well being of both of them. Hiro couldn't just quit, this was the only job he found understanding enough of his school hours. And he couldn't just ask to work opposing shifts. In the end, he would end up in a conversation with the manager he wasn't willing to have. So eventually he would have to suck up to the hatred of his coworker and just do his job, hated or not.

 

Hiro cowered against the force that was Takuma as the other approached. He'd seen angry, words spat and hissed at him just this morning. But nothing had prepared him for the venom in the words the other spoke this time. Hiro flinched against them, trying with his might to leave away without making it look like he was trying to actually run away. Hiro hadn't the clue of what had happened himself, and before he could explain anything, though he soon found he couldn't, Takuma was already walking away from him. Hiro couldn't help but stand in place for a while longer, watching the back of the flaming alpha.

 

It was when Takuma was completely out of sight, that he heard the clearing of the throat. Hiro gasped and spun around, finding the customer watching him in hopes he could assist him. With reddened cheeks Hiro made his way quickly towards the front where he could ring out the customer. Apologizing to the man and thanking him for shopping at the store, Hiro watched the customer leave in a hurry. Sighing, Hiro collapsed against the counter, elbows holding him up. How was he going to explain this to the manager if he found out. Hiro looked around, the store didn't have any cameras. So that eliminated the evidence to some degree. But for the customer said anything and he figured out how awkward it was between the two, he'd surely believe what happened, wouldn't he? Hiro sighed again before another customer came in, helping Hiro to regain himself a little more. But it would be a long while before his reddened cheeks calmed and the whole incident was forgotten.

 

 

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[Coffee-Tastic]

If this was the route Hiro was going to be taking to outbest Takuma, the route of using his omega body and pheromones against him, then the best thing that he could do was not trying to get Hiro to admit to his doings, it was being as solid as steel. He couldn't let him tear him down from the inside. He was an alpha, he was an omega, there was no avoiding the things that happen in their bodied from these facts, but being the dominant counterpart, he'd have to be what that implies. Strong. He had to be strong, but against the antics from that younger man. He could just find it in himself to resist temptation. It was already seeming like quite the difficult task based on how utterly gone he was just from one whiff of the omega's scent, but that was the point of needed to be strong, he had to overcome his natural instincts. He'd do his best with that. One thing he was starting to question was the full intent of Hiro's motives. He wanted to reach the finish line first, gain power over him and the store. Hiro didn't really have to be going to great lengths to trouble him, not unless it was all apart of the plan in general.

 

What if... Hiro wanted Takuma to completely give in more than having the burden of a possible child? The worst that could ever come out of this was a child, that was true. And also insane, there was no use in trying to ever understand Hiro's state of mind at this point if he'd even go that far. What Hiro wanted... it could possible that the omega wanted Takuma's heart. That could be why he flaunted his heat yesterday and if he was acting perfectly like a little omega bunny rabbit, he wanted Takuma to think he was just prey, rather than the mastermind. Eyes widening when he actually reached the cleaning closet, the blond looked behind him for Hiro, but he wasn't in sight anymore. "You're crazy," he muttered, "But you will not get me..." Wow. For Hiro to do this, Takuma was certain that if he was born in a higher rank of society, he would have been the most dangerous sociopath in power. Going for the goal of a heavy anchor of Takuma's love was a lot more powerful than a child, a lot more sinister. If he ever fell in love, that would make him his puppet, rather than his rival.

 

Genius? Insane? Hiro was on a higher plane than Takuma originally thought.

 

Pulling open the door to get whatever tool he grabbed first, he was about to grab some window cleaner for the front windows, but he saw a different tool that could be useful to himself. Takuma took his new form of protection, a cleaning mask. There was no hesitation in taking one and putting it on, the white mask covering over his mouth and face completely. He hoped that it could lessen any unwanted, delicious omega smells with the fabric shielding his nose as protection... Smiling under it, he grabbed the window cleaner, a cleaning rag, and closed up the door, heading to the front to work on the glass. He was feeling quite confident now, still pissed off, but confident. So confident that he was slowly starting to think of something crazy. But not as crazy as Hiro's thoughts, of course, that was the new given fact of the day.

[YellowPerch]

Hiro had helped the two customers that had now come in, but even gaining the few moments to think over Takuma's venomous words, he was unable to figure out exactly why he was so angry. Hiro leaned against the counter, an action he wouldn't normally do. He enjoyed moving around, constantly finding something to do. However, now that the manager had hired Takuma as a cleaner, cleaning for Hiro was out of the question. Although he could still clean out certain things, such as document folders and such. Unfortunately, this didn't come to Hiro, and he struggled to gain composure. You'll regret your actions more than I do right now. I will make sure of that. Those were the precise words the other used, spat at him like a snake spitting venom at it's prey. Hiro didn't know why he said such words, what had he done wrong? He wasn't the one who started it, right? Wasn't Takuma the one who moved first?

 

Hiro laid his head on the counter, nearly crushing his face against the wood. Really, how was he going to continue working under such pressure? He couldn't continue to face Takuma the way he was now. And what would he regret? He'd rather not figure that out. Hiro shot up from the counter, a sudden determination setting over. Takuma was an alpha, sure. Scary, sure. But Hiro knew how to stand his ground. He will keep his job, work efficiently while going to school. He won't let Takuma and his cold words effect him. Hiro will make it through this hardship, and make sure he took his medicine all the time. Medicine...Hiro pulled out the bottle that was half empty. "I'm going to have to get a refill soon." He whispered to himself. The alpha's never had to take medicine, never had to suffer through pain and aggravation. Omegas had to take medicine, had to suffer through pain.

 

Hiro stuffed the medicine bottle back into his pocket just in time for a door to sound off within the store. No customer had entered, so the only one who could make a sound would be Takuma. And as if he had been called to the front, the other stepped into view. Hiro froze in his spot, however, his brow rose in confusion as the other wore a mask. He hadn't worn one anytime before, so it wasn't unlikely for the cleaning supplies to be bothering him. Not even when he cleaned the bathroom. Hiro watched the other as he made his way through the store. But before he was caught staring Hiro quickly looked away, trying to find something else that took his attention. He pulled out a binder of all their drink products and pretended to be looking through that. Whether he really was interested in cleaning it out or not, he wouldn't let Takuma find out. In fact, he hoped he didn't have to very well interact with the other anymore then he had that day. But he was sure that wasn't going to be the case.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Takuma's assumption was that his troubles would go away if he didn't smell Hiro at all, and with the mask, he gave an even smaller chance to catch any of his omega scent, he even kept his distance like this. But his mind still was plauged. He had a feeling like it would take a long time to go away, and in a way he was right. A long time was more like never, because rather than recognizing fate, he saw these feelings as an alpha curse. This curse was why he had to gain more strength in self control in both action and mind. Though one thing that wasn't apart of his nature as an alpha was his special mindset of thinking Hiro was fiendish towards him rather than cautious. It was Takuma's nature in general, sadly. And at the windows, getting a small glimpse of Hiro at the corner of his eye, he was starting to think of a way to counter Hiro's attacks. Childish and also wrong, Takuma wondered if he was able to use his role against Hiro as well, just as what the other was doing to him.

 

Because why did it have to be "Takuma was weak to the omega" when it should be "Hiro was weak to the alpha"? Sure, his coworker's scent was dangerously desirable. It made him lose his sanity for a short bit and it made everything in his head go upside down... But he was the alpha. It was in the other's nature to get weak knees from him. At first, his only intention was to be his rival in the sense of being the better employee and gain the highest title first. That didn't necessarily change, but it can have an addition followed after Takuma's new conclusion of Hiro's actions. If Hiro was going to act like the innocent omega, he's have to match it and act like some sort of a sex god/ dominant prince... That's how it work's, right? He asked himself, because he wasn't exactly sure what an alpha really looked like in terms of a relationship. Were they supposed to be kind to the omega? He didn't know. He certainly didn't want to be kind to Hiro. Were alpha's supposed to- "Sigh."

 

There was no use in trying to figure out what he'd have to pretend to be like. Takuma figured, whatever worked would do the trick. Nodding off in his new goal, he also gave himself a pat on the back while wiping, thinking to himself again, I won't be becoming your little puppet today, Hiro, nor anytime soon. Though I wonder what you'd look like with my hand up your ass instead.

 

What would a lovesick Hiro look like? He blinked and looked towards the other at the front counter, trying to picture it. Smiling up at him like an idiot... Hopelessly following him like a little pet... Baking and making him foods claiming to have the special ingredient "love"... All thoughts made him smirk, looking away from the brunet with a confident scoff. How ironic would it be to have that little omega fall for him when his plan was the other way around. Takuma found that hilarious. However. What suddenly popped into his mind next was not what he wanted. He got the image of Hiro looking up at him with a face turned red like before, his breath hiked and his scent just as thick as yesterday in the break room drowning him like a tsunami. How that sneaked into his thoughts was an easy thing to solve considering all he could think of was Hiro, on bad terms, but still. The alpha shook his head, snapping out of it, putting more elbow crease in getting the glass clean.

 

(you can cut to break time if you want, Takuma isn't going to do anything until then ^3^)