After three rounds, Damon was finally tired enough to fall back asleep. He had crested into full heat sometime during the second round, if the way Jun suddenly started thrusting so hard that Damon's ass and thighs were still smarting hours later was any indication. As they fell asleep cuddled together, their sleepy conversation centered around this revelation.

"You smell sweeter," Jun mumbled into Damon's sweaty hair.

Damon grunted in acknowledgement, too tired to come up with something to say.

"It's different than I thought it would be," Jun continued, faint puzzlement in his voice. That grabbed Damon's attention a little and he shifted his neck up enough to see Jun's chin. "Rich."

Damon knew generally what he smelled like regularly, but most people, Damon included, found it hard to distinguish the changes in their own scents for heats, nesting, or anything else. So it made sense that Damon's scent changed because he was in heat. But Damon was confused by Jun's confusion.

"How so?" he mumbled back, staring through half-lidded eyes at Jun's Adam's apple. "You've never smelled me in heat."

"Mm," Jun agreed, "it's a good smell. But usually being in heat just intensifies the scent you already have. Your scent changed."

Maybe if Damon were more coherent, or not in heat, that would have been more concerning. As it was, Damon shrugged it off. "Hm. Maybe it's different for every wolf?"

Jun hummed in agreement, though more hesitant, but after that the topic was dropped, and they fell asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.

***

Damon was quickly becoming frustrated, and at first, he had no idea why. Jun was attentive in every way. He made sure Damon ate and drank in between bouts of fucking. He made Damon shower and brush his teeth. And speaking of fucking, Jun was increasingly finding more and more ways of driving Damon insane, in a good way.

And so there shouldn't have been anything making Damon frustrated. All his needs were met and exceeded. Damon might have been the best taken care of omega on the planet.

But something was making Damon's skin itch like he was having an allergic reaction. They were four days into his heat before Damon figured out what it was that he was lacking. Specifically, he figured it out after he and Jun had just finished having sex and Damon watched as Jun tied off the used condom and threw it away.

This was probably the most fundamental difference between an alpha in heat and an omega in heat. The former wanted to come in someone. The latter wanted someone to come in them. And while Jun was technically coming in Damon, most of the time anyway, the condom posed a significant barrier, and without being able to actively feel Jun's come inside him, his body figured he wasn't being fucked at all, and it retaliated by making him want to claw his own skin off.

And worse was that Damon knew what he wanted, but while in heat he didn't have the necessary inhibitions to stop him from behaving erratically in order to get it. And he usually wasn't coherent enough to vocalize to Jun what he wanted and why Jun shouldn't let him have it. So he had to rely on Jun to guess and be responsible for keeping Damon from hopping on his dick while he was asleep – like a fucking come thief.

In the back of Damon's mind, the smallest of voices was still rational and capable of figuring all this out. That same voice was absolutely appalled when Jun had to wake up – for the third time in one and half days – to wrestle Damon off his cock long enough to put a condom on.

Like – why? Damon had essentially become a feral cat stealing milk, assaulting the cows in the dead of night only to time and time again be caught by the farmer and thoroughly scolded. If Damon had had any sense left in his head, he would be incapable of looking Jun directly in the eyes after it happened the first time, never mind the third.

Jun, for his part, just found it funny – and hot, probably, because this was Jun they were talking about. The first time it happened, Damon almost thought Jun was too sleepy to notice that he wasn't wearing a condom. They got so close that Damon could feel Jun twitching inside him before Jun's eyes abruptly shot open wide and he pulled out, disregarding how it made Damon practically hiss at him, and held Damon down while he stroked himself hard and fast a few times before coming all over Damon's torso.

All that effort. Wasted.

As an unintended side effect of that first time, Jun was now more vigilant, but also more playful, which was almost making it worse. Now, Jun would wake up completely only a few moments after Damon managed to impale himself on Jun's cock. However, rather than stopping Damon then and getting a condom on right away, Jun had learned how to tease Damon by getting them both to the brink and then abruptly stopping, restraining Damon, and either putting a condom on or coming on Damon's body, face, or in his mouth.

Jun was delighted by all this. Unlike when he was in heat, Jun did not care one bit about having to use condoms, and he didn't care if he came while inside Damon or on Damon, but he was tickled pink by Damon's complete desperation for his come. Damon, not so much. In fact, Damon's heat-addled brain had concocted a half-baked plan to tie Jun up while he was sleeping to get the creampie he so rightfully deserved. It was insane, yes, but in heat Damon did not care.

Damon knew it was all connected to the drive to get pregnant, and part of him was aching out for that, but at this point Damon just wanted the sensation. He was tormented in his dreams and while awake with imagining the feeling of Jun's come filling up his insides and trickling from his abused little hole, thoroughly bullied. He was growing to want it so bad that it had transcended the desire to get pregnant and had crossed into him making deranged plans at two in the morning to get Jun to come on his body and then scoop it off and put it in his hole that way.

He was losing his god damned mind.

It all came to a head when, one day, Damon actually started crying because Jun had, yet again, come into a condom instead of into him.

Crying. For come. The rational part of Damon's brain was shrunken into a corner at this point, too traumatized by his own behavior to show itself.

Damon was still on Jun's cock, seated in his lap, facing him. Damon had already come twice before Jun came, and when he did, Damon could feel the warmth of it through the condom, so close yet not where Damon needed it. It was the final straw. He humped down uselessly a few times and then just burst into tears, slamming his face into Jun's neck.

This actually managed to startle Jun, who most likely assumed he had hurt Damon and immediately dragged Damon off of him to check and make sure nothing had torn. Damon was perfectly fine, except that he wasn't filled with come.

Still confused and startled, Jun gathered Damon into his arms and hugged him, waiting until Damon was able to catch his breath to explain what was wrong. Satisfied that Damon wasn't hurt, Jun figured it was the heat hormones making themselves apparent in a new way.

But when Damon finally did calm down and Jun looked at him for an explanation, Damon just shook his head, buried his face in Jun's shoulder, and said "I'm going to suck you off later," because at least tasting his come was better than having it in his hole but not.

And just like that, a week passed.