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Damon hummed in response – not sure if he could produce actual words with his heavy tongue. He was silently chanting in his head – don't read the next part, don't read the next part...

But of course, knowing Jun, he had probably already read it, and was just waiting to tease Damon about it.

1. While attaining various toys to aid in intercourse can be hard due to the restrictions in shipping from human manufacturers into pack territory, most omegas typically receive some kind of toy once they come of age for the purposes of aiding in the discomforts of nesting without a partner. Non-omega partners, however, will have to purchase their own, if they do not have one already.

The purr rumbling Jun's chest had begun steadily increasing, and reached a fever pitch at this point.

"Oh?" Jun said, "Is that true? All omegas have them?"

Damon bit his lip nervously. "Not...all of them."

"But most, right?"

...Damon nodded. Part of him hoped Jun would save that information for another day. Another part of him, the stronger part, hoped that Jun would make Damon bring out his dinky little purple vibrating dildo and then fuck him stupid with it.

Damon's 'toy' hadn't actually been completely necessary for him, simply because he wasn't easily turned on even while nesting. But once he began nesting, his mom privately took him aside and made him choose the one he wanted online then bought it for him. It was possibly the most embarrassing ten minutes of his life, and out of a desire not to prolong his torture, Damon had chosen one at random.

His mom had been very helpful, at least, in not letting Damon's dad know about it. His dad was in the mindset that Damon was perpetually twelve years old – so anything having to do with Damon, sex, and partners was promptly erased from his mind. It was sweet in its way. Damon remembered the day he came home and told his parents he was dating Malachi – his dad almost beat up the pack leader's son for the crime of forcing his dad to confront the fact that Damon was no longer a child.

Anyway, Damon received the dildo – and he did, indeed, use it when he nested, but only rarely. Whenever he started getting agitated enough to start ripping his clothes into pieces, he took it as a sign that he needed to take the edge off. It wasn't great, as far as sex toys went, and Damon was pretty sure he wasn't using it to its full potential whenever he did need it, so he forgot about it most of the time. Outside of difficult nesting periods, which were few and far between anyway, it remained safely in his underwear drawer, in a nondescript box.

As Damon had said, not all omegas received a toy once they began nesting, but it was a common enough practice that it was something generally considered tradition. Congratulations, you've become an adult. Here's a dildo.

Damon supposed it was better to do that than not to – otherwise there would probably be more omegas that became desperate enough to sleep with someone to ease the agitation, which of course would lead to more babies. It was a prudent tradition in that sense.

But now, with Jun's breath right under Damon's ear and his stiffening cock against Damon's back, Damon was pretty sure that his convenient ownership of a sex toy was about to bite him in the ass.

"Do you have one?" Jun asked.

Damon considered lying. He could say that his family was too prudish to buy something like that for him, and Jun might believe him. But Damon was also pretty sure that any attempt to lie right now would come out reedy and unconvincing.

So he nodded, closing his eyes and accepting his doom. Jun hummed again, clearly pleased. "Interesting," he said, again, which Damon was beginning to suspect was his go to word for hinting that Damon was about to get absolutely wrecked. "It's in your room?"

Damon froze. Oh no. But before Damon could either deny that or say yes, Jun had already thrown Damon over his shoulder, heading for the stairs. He was still holding the informational packet in his other hand, and Damon had no doubt it would be used to torture him more, but for now Jun was on a mission. That mission being to screw Damon into the mattress of his childhood home.

Thank god Damon's parents weren't here.

Jun found Damon's room easily, even after only having been inside of it once, and rather than tossing Damon on the bed, Jun tossed Damon into his nesting pile, which was still rather messy from his earlier breakdown.

Okay...weird choice. The bed was a lot more comfortable, especially for this kind of activity. Damon's confusion must have shown on his face, because Jun got on the pile with him, conveniently between Damon's slightly parted legs from being thrown, and leaned into Damon's face, brushing their lips together, teasing. Damon followed Jun's mouth, entranced.

"When I came in, before, I wanted to roll around here. Get my scent on everything," Jun confided honestly, sweetly, sitting back on his heels as if they were just having an everyday conversation – and again, it was said straightforwardly, not out of intent to seduce. He was just telling Damon a fact. It wasn't like Jun needed to seduce Damon right now, of course. He had Damon hook, line, and sinker. But still. Immediate K.O.

"I knew this was where you must nest, and I – " he paused, lowering his gaze. Oh, what, now you're shy? Damon thought. Unbelievable.

"I wanted to be the one you thought of to help you through it," he admitted. Jun was a sweet boy. And Damon could tell from the way he was looking down, apparently out of teasing mode, that he meant to 'help Damon through it' in the purest sense. In the 'I'll let you steal my clothes and sniff me all you want' sense, and not the way Damon imagined it – in the 'I'll fuck you until you stop being a bitch when you're nesting' way.

Because...well, that's what Damon needed. Wanted. When Damon was nesting – full-blown nesting, not the gentle, barely noticeable nesting fever like he had been on that one date so long ago – he was a bitch. A touch-me-or-anything-I-own-and-I'll-rip-your-head-off kind of bitch. And he was bratty as all fuck, too.

Full nesting was fairly rare for Damon. Typically his nesting fits were mild. He would suffer a fever, lock himself in his room and sleep a lot, obsessively rearrange his nest – but otherwise he would be normal.

The only times Damon had needed his dildo, throughout all his years nesting, was when he was in full nesting, full bitch mode. He was, admittedly, overdue for one of those kinds of nesting fits. And Damon knew Jun had no idea what Damon was thinking, but he still blushed down to his neck and the thought of Jun 'helping' him through one of those bitchy nesting periods.

Damon could be a brat. But if Jun were there, he knew, intrinsically, that Jun would hold him down and screw the attitude out of him. Honestly – that would be bliss. Damon hated how annoying he got during those fits. If someone could just shut him up and make him too tired and relaxed to feel so itchy and annoyed –

Damon shook those thoughts away. What was the point in getting worked up over that right now? Damon was due to nest again, but he wasn't right now. He refocused on Jun, who had been watching him silently, a glint in his eyes. Damon felt...weirdly seen. As if Jun had just heard everything he was thinking about...

"But then I thought," Jun continued, "back then after I got to taste you – "

-Damon choked.

"That if you were mine, then I could just be in the nest with you."

Damon's eyes were burning after choking on his own spit. He shuffled back slightly in the nest to get some breathing room. "Duly noted," he said quietly, not sure where Jun was going with this whole confession.

"So," Jun said, tilting his head innocently, "why not let me be your sex toy from now on?"

Damon concentrated very hard on swallowing his spit this time, rather than letting it go down the wrong pipe. He doubted that his red, coughing face was very attractive. But boy, was it hard to concentrate on that.

Damon was dazed. "But my mom spent a lot of money on mine," he mumbled absently – oh how he wished he could knock himself out.

Jun sat back completely, apparently not feeling as urgent as he was before. He shrugged. "I never said to get rid of it," he said smoothly, a hint of laughter in his voice, though Damon could find no trace of it on his face.

"You have two holes. I have one dick. I'm sure we can find a use for it."