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Yamato has a crush, and that’s a problem. 

Yamato is used to casual flings; he'll take the slut shaming in stride, but he will never allow himself the weakness of love. 

But there’s no denying it, the day of the audition his heart skipped a beat as soon as Tamaki walked in. 

However, he is a grown up and knows better than to chase dumb thrills.

Tamaki is hot, yes, so what? He’s not the first and, hopefully, not the last hot alpha he meets. 

Luckly, suppressing his feelings is an art Yamato has been mastering for the past decade, so no one suspects a thing.

Especially not the guy himself, so oblivious and simple minded, bless his heart. 

But in practice, ignoring it has become a daily struggle: they live together, work together, shop together, have dinner together… he can only take so much!

Having to see his pretty face and his nice body during training and after baths is difficult enough. And then there’s his charming personality too, the real threat.

For some reason his heart has decided this boy is just the thing he needs to fix him. That his smiles and hugs mean anything more than friendship. 

And that he can’t allow himself.

Being attracted to a boastful alpha is reasonable, almost natural. He can’t blame himself for that, it’s those pesky hormones' fault. tsk tsk .

But feeling feelings is where he draws the line.

Absurd. Risky. Pointless.

This he can control, and to do so he has a handy mental checklist, to remind himself why it’s not worth it:

*He’s too young (a minor, a high schooler!)

*They work together (messy breakup)

*He’s too immature for a relationship (nevermind Yamato’s own level of emotional maturity)

*Yamato doesn’t deserve love, at all.

*Yamato is a terrible person, and would end up hurting him somehow.

*There’s no way Tamaki would like him like that: any attraction he might feel would be just physical, and he would be setting himself up for heartbreak if he expected any more.

And above all, he is a self loathing coward and Tamaki deserves better, which is probably the worst thing on the list. 

However, on the other hand, biology does give him an excuse for contact (and plausible deniability for any feelings perceived).

Tamaki is an alpha, and he might need some, uh, release sometimes right? And as the older and their leader, it is only fair Yamato takes responsibility for it instead of the younger omegas. 

He's willing to take the brunt of his young zeal, you're welcome.

Yamato could never dream of having an honest relationship with him. Hell, he's not even willing to acknowledge there's any feelings involved here yet. 

But this, a simple transaction for convenience, he can allow himself to indulge in.

Unlike Tamaki, who has the privilege of going around flaunting his scent everywhere, Yamato tends to mask his own most of the time (a bit out of fear, but mostly out of self consciousness), so he’s confident that he still has the surprise factor on his side. 

And the boy is an open book; what doesn’t show in his face he just casually offers himself. Anyone knows Tamaki likes to be spoiled and praised, so he will go with that. 

He will approach him normally, just walk into his room to hang out like always, but exposing himself to the boy for the first time, and hope his instincts kick in.

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Tamaki was laying in his bed, reading some manga like he does when he’s bored, but as soon as the door opened he looked up, immediately picking up the new scent in the air. “Yama-san?” he sat up and examined his guest.

“Hey there, what’s up?” first step of his plan and Yamato already failed to be casual. He can’t help being a little nervous about what he’s about to do, after all. 

He sat down on the bed next to him in silence, and proceeded to lean into Tamaki's chest and nuzzle his neck, taking in the aroma of burnt sugar to help gather his courage.

Tamaki had never seen a male omega before, but he was sure Yamato was one. 

He just knew it.

And while he might be a bit slow to pick up subtle hints, growing up as an alpha with little adult supervision he definitely learned to tell when omegas want to play around. 

The way Yamato lowered his head, the way he went quiet and tried to use his body to communicate were typical. 

Sometimes he wishes omegas would just say what they wanted instead of doing that little coy act, but watching them grovel was amusing in its own way, so he’s learned to accept it. 

Just the thought of seeing a guy as proud as Yamato, his group leader, a grown adult, begging for him, was already making his heart flutter with anticipation. 

But he knew he had to hold himself back for a bit, just a minute, if he wanted to fully enjoy the show.

"Mhh, how wierd for you to be acting clingy, Yama-san… something happened?" he played fool, trying to see how he would react.

“Uh… not really, just felt like it….” seeing him waver, Tamaki decided to push him around a bit. He wrapped his arm around Yamato's waist, bringing him closer and snuggling back against him, taking the chance to sniff his scent not so subtly. Vanilla . His favorite.

Yamato had clearly underestimated his opponent. He had no issues taking the lead normally, but for some reason this kid was making him nervous. 

God, what if Tamaki didn't want him? If he made a move on him and got rejected, he would never be able to look him in the eyes again.

Or any of the other members either, really.

But now it was too late to backtrack, so he just stayed there in his arms, trying to not die of embarrassment and hoping for him to please not make Yamato spell it out.

The panicky reaction was nice, Tamaki liked seeing him flustered. For someone that called himself 'adult' all the time, Yamato can be pretty cute.

He was so nervous already and Tamaki barely had to do a thing! Adorable. 

He leaned in and placed a small kiss on his neck, making Yamato turn bright red all the way to his ears. "You smell yummy" he teased him.

As chaste as the kiss was, it was enough to make Yamato melt. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a fever burning inside him and sending shivers through all of his body, his muscles giving up. 

He needs him. He tried to say something, anything, but only managed a weak, unintelligible noise. 

Hopefully that will be enough.

Okay, this much should be enough, Yama-san was usually nice to him so he wouldn't give him anymore grief.

"I'm gonna eat you up~" Tamaki whispered playfully in his ear, nibbling it more roughly than a lover should.

He grabbed Yamato and guided his body to lay on the bed, finding no resistance.

He stood above him for a second to rejoice in the mess he made, and the even bigger mess he planned to make out of him.

"Hey Yama-san, you want this right?" Tamaki asked smugly as he pulled off his pants, revealing his thick dick, already hard and standing proudly. What a show off .

He didn't even wait for Yamato to reply before he started pulling at his pants and exposing him too, his curiosity making him more impatient than usual. When he got his underwear out of the way, he stared at him with an amused smile on his face, so innocent it looked out of place in the bedroom.

"Wow…! You really have a pussy, neat!" 

And just like that, for the first time in forever, Yamato felt vulnerable in bed.

"This is the first time I see someone like you…" he comments casually, poking at Yamato's hole like it's some game.

"He he, you're so wet" he explores inside it with his fingers, pushing them inside and trying scissoring motions, then rubbing the tip of his dick against the entrance, fascinated.

And at this point Yamato's will breaks, together with any doubts he had left. 

Fuck it, just fuck it . He doesn't need any dignity anymore. 

All he needs right now is a dick inside him. 

"Come on, stop playing around!" he blurted out, his desperation finally defeating his bashfulness.

"Okay, okay!" Tamaki chirped as he slid inside him in one quick movement, making Yamato jump a bit and squeal at the sudden thrust.

He pinned Yamato's wrists against the bed and rammed into him at a fast and erratic pace, delighting himself in his moans.

"Hehe... you look kinda cute like this Yama-san".

Yamato didn't expect Tamaki to go easy on him, but this might be a bit more than he was expecting. 

Not like he was complaining; feeling his weight against his body was almost romantic, considering the boy wasn't touching him at all (other than thrusting into him) and by this point he was starting to lose hope he would. 

Which was good actually, he was supposed to fuck him to get over him, so this was good.

Yamato isn't here for tender love making, he wanted a fuck and a fuck he is getting. 

Also if he had to be honest, at least to himself, the idea of being used like a toy felt right somehow. His mind was blank, his body barely responded to him anymore. 

Letting Tama move him around, positioning his limbs for his own convenience without a care for Yamato’s poor old man body, was nice in it's own way. Giving away all the control, to just lose himself to the pleasure washing over his body, and enjoy the sight of this beast panting and gasping above him.

It would have been nice of Tamaki to lose his shirt, but he couldn’t really talk right now.

And Tamaki himself was certainly enjoying this. It didn't feel very different from what he was used to, so it was nice. He could feel Yamato twitching and squeezing around his dick as he pulled out and slammed right back into him.

The sight was definitely great too, Yama-san was a mess. He was all kinds of wet, from sweat, some drool, and even his stomach was covered in his own cum. 

Normally he just focused on getting himself off during sex, but for some reason he found himself wanting to enjoying Yamato some more. 

He leaned in to smell his scent again. He really liked it, it was sweet and reminded him of, well, pretty much any dessert and candy ever. He nuzzled against his neck and tried licking at him. Of course it didn't taste sweet, but Yama-san's reactions made up for it. So he decided to go further, and bit into his neck.

Some distant echo in Yamato's mind said something about marks, but he was far too gone to care about it. Right now it feels too good to reject, so future Yamato will have to worry about it.

As he clinged to Tamaki for dear life, he decided to try his luck. Maybe the boy didn't care to initiate anything, but maybe if Yamato tried something he wouldn't reject him. And if he did he could finally stop deluding himself. Win-win.

So he wrapped his arms around Tamaki's neck, pulled his face to look at his own, and went straight for his lips. He kissed him softly at first, tentatively, to gauge his reaction. 

And to his surprise, this time Tamaki got flustered. 

He was not used to this kind of things so it took him by surprise, but he didn't pull away. Seeing this, Yamato deepened the kiss, nibbling his lower lip slightly, and sliding his tongue inside his unsuspecting mouth. Tamaki gasped at the new sensation, but tried to play it cool "ew, you taste like beer'" he complained, but still tried to kiss him back. 

This was something new to him, but he's competitive. He won't let Yamato have the upper hand, dammit! 

So he tried to mimic the ways his tongue licked and twisted, but his version was clumsier. Yamato loved it though. He was finally getting some engagement out of him, and regaining some control of the situation.

"Come on, you were being such a good boy!"  exasperated at the loss of authority, Tamaki bit into Yamato's lip as punishment.

Tamaki was definitely imposing, but he looked so cute sulking too.

He stood up to get the literal higher ground, lifting Yamato's leg up all the way to his own shoulder, spreading him up and pushing deep into his hole with all his weight.

"Ah, sorry sorry!" Yamato yelped, and tried to appease his fickle lover "I'm sorry, thanks for playing with me...! It feels so good... "

"Is that so?" he asked smugly, fishing for more compliments.

"Yeah, you're so good at this! You're so big, and strong too... " he trailed off, unable to think of more eloquent things to say, but that much seemed to be enough for Tamaki, who continued to pound him happily.

Eventually he started to feel Tamaki’s knot swelling, sealing Yamato’s entrance in preparation for his climax.

And after a minute of even rougher thrusts, he came inside him, pumping him full of his cum.

As soon as he finished pouring his last load inside him, he fell down over Yamato, all his muscles relaxing in post coital bliss.

"Tama, you're heavy... " Yamato tried to coax him to roll over.

"You're heavy too…" he complained lazily as he tried to untangle himself to stop squishing Yamato. 

"There, gotcha!" After a moment of fumbling around with their limbs, he managed to settle them into a comfortable position, embracing Yamato and placing a sweet kiss on the top of his head.

Maybe this was a bad idea , Yamato thinks as he tries to ignore the stupid butterflies in his stomach and will away the silly little smile on his face.