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Angels Don't Wear Halos

Tw/Tags:  Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Nakahara Chuuya, Alpha Dazai Osamu, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Consensual Somnophilia, Established Relationship, Scenting, Marking, Praise Kink
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There are a few interesting things that happen while Chuuya's in heat.

For one, they never leave the bedroom. Dazai makes a point to stock up on quick snacks, instant food, and Gatorade the week before, so he never has to stray too far from his mate — because Chuuya is clingy as hell and Dazai doesn't want to leave his side anyway.

Secondly, just because they never leave the bedroom doesn't mean they don't just fuck on the bed.

Chuuya is worked into a frenzy during his heat, so they end up fucking on every surface available, whether it be up against the wall (rip neighbors), on the floor, against the desk they have in the bedroom (primarily for this reason), the bathroom counter, or the shower — anywhere really.

Dazai's hands don't leave Chuuya once during heat week (and better for it). And one particular kink they develop from their first heat together, well...

Dazai had been against it at first, had told his partner that it was over the line because he much prefers that Chuuya be awake when he fucks him. Mostly because he loves having a receptive partner in bed, but mostly because he wants to make sure Chuuya's okay and he's consenting.

But if he's asleep? How could Dazai make sure he's okay?

"Don't worry about it, Osamu." Chuuya had patted his cheek gently, smiling at him with all the light and grace in the world.

"Baby, I am worrying—"

"I trust you." Chuuya had planted a kiss on his lips, chaste and sweet. "You know me as well as I know myself. You wouldn't hurt me. I know you won't."

The first time had been nerve-wracking, awkward on Dazai's end, but when Chuuya had woken up in the middle, dazed but moaning and crying out Dazai's name, well—

He'd been converted, to say the least.

Dazai peers over at his mate now, sprawled across their mattress with the sheets tangled at his feet, hand linked with Dazai's, and his body marred with fresh bites and bruises. He's been sleeping for over eight hours and he hasn't eaten.

Granted, it is nearing the end of his heat and Dazai had gone a little rough on him several hours before, but...

Dazai wants to take care of him properly and that includes eating. Even if he has to wake him up. He starts easy first, squeezing his hand gently and shaking him awake.

"Hey princess, you with me?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. No response, save for a soft snore. Dazai chuckles and shakes his head. "Sleeping for hours and still doesn't wanna get up. I spoil you way too much, don't I?" He dips down, scattering kisses across his brow. "It's okay though. You're worth it. You always are."

Dazai pulls back, feeling a fond smile tinge his lips at the sight of his mate. (He makes him happy. Always puts a smile on his face. Always makes every day a better one. Before, Dazai hadn't really known what it was like to live , but since he found Chuuya—

—he's slowly starting to.)

"I love you," he says softly. "Always. But..."

Dazai squeezes his hand again. He doesn't stir. A smirk curls on his face. "I have to wake you up now. Even chibis have to eat."

He kisses Chuuya's forehead again before untangling his hand and shifting towards the end of the bed. There's still plenty of space (his sweet little hat rack doesn't take up that much space) and he props himself at the base, gently spreading Chuuya's legs.