Blue Dandelions

Luxuriate in Your Essence | MJBunnyLuv

Summary:

Katsuki has always been able to get through his ruts on his own. But after hours with his own hand and no relief, he resorts to visiting a brothel. It is there that he tastes the most delectable ambrosia and decides he must make this sweet omega his.

Bright hues of cerulean blue and marigold yellow coated stucco buildings, their vibrancy heightened by the intense rays of the golden sun hanging from its peak. Stones crunched beneath strapped sandals. A few stray pebbles skittered toward white stone steps, clinking against terra cotta pots filled with pink and white blooms.

Heat clung to Katsuki's bare arms and neck. His feet carried him forward, closer to the temple before he halted and did an about face. Sweat covered hands flew to his hair as he let out a long groan. His rut made him indecisive, jittery, aggressive. All the homes were closed up along the street. An occasional peek of eyes from shuttered windows made his skin itch as much as the raging fire running through his veins.

The alpha had gotten through ruts without a partner just fine in the past. So why the hell did his body all of a sudden demand an omega? A throb of burning arousal radiated from between Katsuki's legs. He'd been hard for hours at this point, cock raw from jacking off so many times. But no matter what he did, nothing made the erection go away.

Sandals crunched over gravel once more. He was going to make it this time. So what if Katsuki was visiting a brothel? Plenty of alphas partook in omegan services. And the temples just house a...higher quality of omegas than the baths located outside the center of town.

Beads of sweat trickled down reddened skin, down the column of his throat, under the collar of Katsuki's tunic. It tickled, sending a shiver rippling through him. The alpha suppressed a whine as his cock throbbed in his pants again. He was so on edge.

Scarlet eyes followed the carved marble steps, a pristine white signifying purity. Katsuki snorted. The omegas housed here were whores. What was so damn pure about them?

After a moment of hesitation, Katsuki took his first step. Then another...and another. White marble became accentuated by golden statues and vibrant stucco murals depicting many of the acts rumored to take place inside the temple. His throat bobbed with a swallow.

Strapped sandals halted on the top step. Cool shade washed over him as the magnificence of the temple's columns provided a reprieve from the sun. But it was not the relief that made the alpha take pause, but the rich aroma wafting from inside.

Katsuki breathed deep. Berries, incense, spice. A deep rumble shook in his chest, eyes fluttering closed as his body thrummed with arousal.

He ventured inside, eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly. Lanterns flickered from the tops of mosaic walls. Shallow, open mouthed breaths allowed him to scent the air, chasing the delicious aroma.

"A-Alpha," a soft voice called out and Katsuki's head snapped to the side.

The low glow of the lanterns just barely illuminated a soft body prostrated on a bed of pillows. Honeyed slick shined in the flickering light. The alpha rumbled and shook his head. No, not that one.

Panting now, Katsuki ventured deeper into the temple. Past trickling mosaic fountains and alcoves decorated with soft, shimmering veils. His knees shook with every step, following that spiced berry scent like a goddamn bloodhound.

A priestess bowed low and whispered a greeting that Katsuki took too long to register. His brain was fixed on one single thing. ' Find my omega '.

Staccato moans and heavy grunts mingled with the sound of skin slapping skin as he passed another alcove. His eyes had adjusted finally, allowing him to make out more details. The fountain was at the center, nestled in a shallow pool and all the omega rooms surrounded it.