“Um, are you.. Sure? We don’t have to, you know, go all the way. If- if you don’t want to. I can just, uh, help you through it-” Kagayama stuttered. Hinata threw his hands onto Kageyama’s mouth with a squeak.
“No! Wait, yes! I do want to. Actually, I’ve thought about doing it before - with you. During my heats. I do want to, but… are we gonna do it here?” Hinata flushes and looks around at Kageyama’s room. He likes it just by virtue of it being Kageyama’s , and covered in his scent. But it’s still unfamiliar, and he still feels like he’s just intruding, not to mention Kageyama’s family could come back.
“Oh no, my dad is gonna come home tonight. But, uh, I was thinking. I have some allowance saved up. Maybe we could go to a heat hotel…?” Kageyama’s voice rises at the end of his sentence like a question.
He’s familiar with what they are, everyone in their society is. Most people who don’t live alone use them for privacy, and some that do do it just because they like the luxury. They are reputably clean places with professionally trained staff, almost like a cross between a clinic and a hotel. It’s common for young couples still living with their parents to use them, so it’s not like it would be strange.
That doesn’t mean Kageyama doesn’t feel profoundly uncomfortable with the thought of going to a sex hotel.
“Oh... wow, um yeah okay. I’ve never been.” Hinata shifts uncomfortably, appearing just as awkward as Kageyama feels.
“Me neither.”
They sit in silence for a few beats before Hinata can’t sit still anymore. He jumps for his phone in his bag, “I’m gonna call my mom!”
Hinata walks out into the hallway, speaking with a hushed tone, “Hey mom, yeah I’m okay…. No, you don’t have to come. Actually uhh-” before Kageyama can’t hear clearly anymore. He takes a minute to call his own dad.
After an excruciating conversation in which his dad says the word ‘responsible’ entirely too many times, Kageyama begins to stuff his duffel bag with random clothes for himself and Hinata. The door opens revealing a stiff, red-faced Hinata - he must’ve gotten the same treatment from his mom. At some point Kageyama deems his bag too full to shove anymore clothes into and makes to leave, double checking he has everything. Hinata follows behind him, uncharacteristically quiet.
The silence is deafening, but Kageyama can’t find the words to say, and so they uncomfortably make their way to the nearest heat hotel.
The lobby is beautiful, small but full of contemporary decorations and a crisp, clean style. Kageyama feels out of place, too awkward and gangly to belong in a place like this, but the doorman smiles welcomingly so Kageyama finds his courage to walk up to the counter. There’s another couple checking in next to him, two young women looking for all the world like they just stumbled out of bed, and he feels a bit better about his own sweatpants.
The omegan concierge smiles at them gently, “Welcome! Do you have a reservation?”
“Um, no, it’s my first time so…” Kageyama awkwardly trails off.
“No problem at all! Thank you for choosing us for your stay. I’ll just need your names and consent signatures, as well as a credit card or down-payment fee. Here are the legal forms for you both to sign stating your consent and agreement to our policies.” Kageyama pulls out his wallet to pay while Hinata signs, then signs himself.
“Fantastic! Would you prefer a single bed or double beds? And would you like to see our menu of themed rooms?” Kageyama looks over to Hinata and Hinata blushes, stuttering, “N-no! We don’t need anything like that.. Western style is fine! Um, a single, please.”
“Alright, one western single bedroom. Now, we offer a variety of services and amenities, including a pharmacy, market, restaurant, pool, and spa on the main floor. We ask that you please refrain from using public amenities while in heat or rut, but during remissions and before or afterwards please feel free. Each guest room features a fully stocked snack and drink bar, sterilized sheets, blankets, and pillows, and are equipped with scent and sound proof ventilation.
“We also offer a discrete 24/7 room delivery service, including dining, should you ever need any items during rut or heat. Here is the list of requestable items and dining menu.” Kageyama takes the menu and flips through it, abruptly closing the magazine when he sees a page full of knotted dildos. “Simply call the front desk to order. There’s an emergency call button should you experience any health emergencies or concerns, and we have medically trained staff on call. Okay!” The concierge claps his hands, “I believe that’s about it, if you have any concerns or questions, please do not hesitate to call the front desk. Here are your key cards, you’ll be in room 910 on floor 9. Enjoy your stay!”
Kageyama and Hinata murmur their thanks and Kageyama follows the signs to the pharmacy. Hinata leans up to Kageyama’s ear and whispers not very quietly, “Oh my gosh that was so embarrassing! But he was really nice!”
Kageyama just grunts, red to his ears. Neither of them really know about heats or anything, so he picks out a generic heat birth control pill, and after Hinata nods at his selection goes to pay.
The first thing Hinata notices about the room is the smell, all chemicals and bleach like a hospital. He scrunches his nose. The appearance isn’t much different, calm pastel walls, crisp white sheets. The cleanliness is appreciated but it doesn’t do anything to calm his nerves.
He feels foreign, like he doesn’t belong, and a glance at Kageyama’s scowl tells him Kageyama feels the same.
Kageyama walks past him and places their shared bag on the desk and turns to Hinata.
Hinata, still standing awkwardly at the door, startles and stumbles towards the bathroom.
“I’m gonna, um, take a shower!” he squeaks, wanting to get away from the tension building in the room.
“Hinata-boke! You already took a shower! And.. I don’t want you to wash away your scent.” Kageyama’s voice fades to a mumble at the end as a blush spreads over his face. “And I haven’t had a shower since practice anyway, so I wanted to rinse off before, you know, it starts. You can just, um, get ready for bed.” His face burns and he flees to the bathroom, desperately trying not to envision Hinata “in bed” in the filthiest sense of the word.
He starts the shower, on cold, because he really needs to calm down. This is Hinata , don’t fuck this up, he thinks to himself as pulls off his shirt.
Before he can even set it down, he hears a distressed, “Kageyaaamaaa~” and rushes out the door into the bedroom, worried for Hinata.
Hinata looks up at him from the bed, half rolled in the sheets and pushing at the pillow with a pout on his face.
“It smells like hospital,” he whines, “It doesn’t smell like you.” He pulls at the borrowed shirt he’s wearing and tugs it up to his nose but lets out a sigh. “This doesn’t really smell like you anymore either…. Can you come scent the bed?”
Kageyama exhales with relief, it was nothing serious. But still, he doesn’t exactly want to roll around in clean sheets still sweaty and pheromonal from practice. “Yeah, just let me take a shower first.. I’m sweaty and gross,” He says, turning back to the bathroom.
“No!” Hinata blurts, “Um, well, if you shower your scent won’t be as strong… and I- I like the way you smell. It’s not gross. Can you please?” Hinata looks up at Kageyama with big pleading eyes.
Oh fuck, I wanna do everything for him, Kageyama thinks to himself. He stutters, “Y-yes. I mean, yeah of course. Okay.”
Kageyama lays his shirt down and grabs the pillow next to Hinata. It’s awkward, trying to rub the entire pillow against his neck where his scent glands are easy to reach. He has to push a bit to release the oils but eventually gets the hang of it. He scents each pillow, then balls up the blankets and sheets and does those as well. It’s embarrassing and tedious, but the satisfaction radiating off Hinata as he arranges and rearranges the pillows around him is completely worth it.
At some point he had slipped into Kageyama’s dirty shirt, and Kageyama finds he suddenly doesn’t mind how dirty he is. Hinata definitely doesn’t. But still, Kageyama has some understanding of propriety and dutifully rinses off quickly in the shower.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, he emerges to find Hinata had created some kind of mound around the sides of the bed, just enough to form a little hollow in the center of the bed, just big enough for the two of them. Hinata lies cuddled with a pillow, Kageyama’s shirt pulled over his nose. His eyes flutter and find Kageyama’s, barely open in bliss.
It’s then that Kageyama smells him, the sweet, ripe scent of an omegan heat fills his nostrils and his pheromones respond, releasing a soothing, comforting scent. Hinata beckons Kageyama to come into the bed and Kageyama does, powerless to deny his omega anything he wishes. His nudity means nothing in the face of Hinata’s clear desire, he lets the towel fall as he crawls into the nest and pulls Hinata into his arms. He covers Hinata in his own scent, rubbing his neck on Hinata’s hair, wrists, and finally mixing their scents at their necks, a comfort to them both. Hinata giggles into his chest.
Kageyama looks down at him with a frown, “What’s so funny?”
Hinata giggles again and pokes at Kageyama’s cheek, “I’m just happy. This feels good. I really, really like you.”
Kageyama’s frown deepens as his face turns bright red, “I like you too, idiot.”
FILL: A Natural Reaction (Kagehina, omegaverse and omorashi, slightly underage-17) (3/4)
“No! Wait, yes! I do want to. Actually, I’ve thought about doing it before - with you. During my heats. I do want to, but… are we gonna do it here?” Hinata flushes and looks around at Kageyama’s room. He likes it just by virtue of it being Kageyama’s , and covered in his scent. But it’s still unfamiliar, and he still feels like he’s just intruding, not to mention Kageyama’s family could come back.
“Oh no, my dad is gonna come home tonight. But, uh, I was thinking. I have some allowance saved up. Maybe we could go to a heat hotel…?” Kageyama’s voice rises at the end of his sentence like a question.
He’s familiar with what they are, everyone in their society is. Most people who don’t live alone use them for privacy, and some that do do it just because they like the luxury. They are reputably clean places with professionally trained staff, almost like a cross between a clinic and a hotel. It’s common for young couples still living with their parents to use them, so it’s not like it would be strange.
That doesn’t mean Kageyama doesn’t feel profoundly uncomfortable with the thought of going to a sex hotel.
“Oh... wow, um yeah okay. I’ve never been.” Hinata shifts uncomfortably, appearing just as awkward as Kageyama feels.
“Me neither.”
They sit in silence for a few beats before Hinata can’t sit still anymore. He jumps for his phone in his bag, “I’m gonna call my mom!”
Hinata walks out into the hallway, speaking with a hushed tone, “Hey mom, yeah I’m okay…. No, you don’t have to come. Actually uhh-” before Kageyama can’t hear clearly anymore. He takes a minute to call his own dad.
After an excruciating conversation in which his dad says the word ‘responsible’ entirely too many times, Kageyama begins to stuff his duffel bag with random clothes for himself and Hinata. The door opens revealing a stiff, red-faced Hinata - he must’ve gotten the same treatment from his mom. At some point Kageyama deems his bag too full to shove anymore clothes into and makes to leave, double checking he has everything. Hinata follows behind him, uncharacteristically quiet.
The silence is deafening, but Kageyama can’t find the words to say, and so they uncomfortably make their way to the nearest heat hotel.
The lobby is beautiful, small but full of contemporary decorations and a crisp, clean style. Kageyama feels out of place, too awkward and gangly to belong in a place like this, but the doorman smiles welcomingly so Kageyama finds his courage to walk up to the counter. There’s another couple checking in next to him, two young women looking for all the world like they just stumbled out of bed, and he feels a bit better about his own sweatpants.
The omegan concierge smiles at them gently, “Welcome! Do you have a reservation?”
“Um, no, it’s my first time so…” Kageyama awkwardly trails off.
“No problem at all! Thank you for choosing us for your stay. I’ll just need your names and consent signatures, as well as a credit card or down-payment fee. Here are the legal forms for you both to sign stating your consent and agreement to our policies.” Kageyama pulls out his wallet to pay while Hinata signs, then signs himself.
“Fantastic! Would you prefer a single bed or double beds? And would you like to see our menu of themed rooms?” Kageyama looks over to Hinata and Hinata blushes, stuttering, “N-no! We don’t need anything like that.. Western style is fine! Um, a single, please.”
“Alright, one western single bedroom. Now, we offer a variety of services and amenities, including a pharmacy, market, restaurant, pool, and spa on the main floor. We ask that you please refrain from using public amenities while in heat or rut, but during remissions and before or afterwards please feel free. Each guest room features a fully stocked snack and drink bar, sterilized sheets, blankets, and pillows, and are equipped with scent and sound proof ventilation.
“We also offer a discrete 24/7 room delivery service, including dining, should you ever need any items during rut or heat. Here is the list of requestable items and dining menu.” Kageyama takes the menu and flips through it, abruptly closing the magazine when he sees a page full of knotted dildos. “Simply call the front desk to order. There’s an emergency call button should you experience any health emergencies or concerns, and we have medically trained staff on call. Okay!” The concierge claps his hands, “I believe that’s about it, if you have any concerns or questions, please do not hesitate to call the front desk. Here are your key cards, you’ll be in room 910 on floor 9. Enjoy your stay!”
Kageyama and Hinata murmur their thanks and Kageyama follows the signs to the pharmacy. Hinata leans up to Kageyama’s ear and whispers not very quietly, “Oh my gosh that was so embarrassing! But he was really nice!”
Kageyama just grunts, red to his ears. Neither of them really know about heats or anything, so he picks out a generic heat birth control pill, and after Hinata nods at his selection goes to pay.
The first thing Hinata notices about the room is the smell, all chemicals and bleach like a hospital. He scrunches his nose. The appearance isn’t much different, calm pastel walls, crisp white sheets. The cleanliness is appreciated but it doesn’t do anything to calm his nerves.
He feels foreign, like he doesn’t belong, and a glance at Kageyama’s scowl tells him Kageyama feels the same.
Kageyama walks past him and places their shared bag on the desk and turns to Hinata.
Hinata, still standing awkwardly at the door, startles and stumbles towards the bathroom.
“I’m gonna, um, take a shower!” he squeaks, wanting to get away from the tension building in the room.
“Hinata-boke! You already took a shower! And.. I don’t want you to wash away your scent.” Kageyama’s voice fades to a mumble at the end as a blush spreads over his face. “And I haven’t had a shower since practice anyway, so I wanted to rinse off before, you know, it starts. You can just, um, get ready for bed.” His face burns and he flees to the bathroom, desperately trying not to envision Hinata “in bed” in the filthiest sense of the word.
He starts the shower, on cold, because he really needs to calm down. This is Hinata , don’t fuck this up, he thinks to himself as pulls off his shirt.
Before he can even set it down, he hears a distressed, “Kageyaaamaaa~” and rushes out the door into the bedroom, worried for Hinata.
Hinata looks up at him from the bed, half rolled in the sheets and pushing at the pillow with a pout on his face.
“It smells like hospital,” he whines, “It doesn’t smell like you.” He pulls at the borrowed shirt he’s wearing and tugs it up to his nose but lets out a sigh. “This doesn’t really smell like you anymore either…. Can you come scent the bed?”
Kageyama exhales with relief, it was nothing serious. But still, he doesn’t exactly want to roll around in clean sheets still sweaty and pheromonal from practice. “Yeah, just let me take a shower first.. I’m sweaty and gross,” He says, turning back to the bathroom.
“No!” Hinata blurts, “Um, well, if you shower your scent won’t be as strong… and I- I like the way you smell. It’s not gross. Can you please?” Hinata looks up at Kageyama with big pleading eyes.
Oh fuck, I wanna do everything for him, Kageyama thinks to himself. He stutters, “Y-yes. I mean, yeah of course. Okay.”
Kageyama lays his shirt down and grabs the pillow next to Hinata. It’s awkward, trying to rub the entire pillow against his neck where his scent glands are easy to reach. He has to push a bit to release the oils but eventually gets the hang of it. He scents each pillow, then balls up the blankets and sheets and does those as well. It’s embarrassing and tedious, but the satisfaction radiating off Hinata as he arranges and rearranges the pillows around him is completely worth it.
At some point he had slipped into Kageyama’s dirty shirt, and Kageyama finds he suddenly doesn’t mind how dirty he is. Hinata definitely doesn’t. But still, Kageyama has some understanding of propriety and dutifully rinses off quickly in the shower.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, he emerges to find Hinata had created some kind of mound around the sides of the bed, just enough to form a little hollow in the center of the bed, just big enough for the two of them. Hinata lies cuddled with a pillow, Kageyama’s shirt pulled over his nose. His eyes flutter and find Kageyama’s, barely open in bliss.
It’s then that Kageyama smells him, the sweet, ripe scent of an omegan heat fills his nostrils and his pheromones respond, releasing a soothing, comforting scent. Hinata beckons Kageyama to come into the bed and Kageyama does, powerless to deny his omega anything he wishes. His nudity means nothing in the face of Hinata’s clear desire, he lets the towel fall as he crawls into the nest and pulls Hinata into his arms. He covers Hinata in his own scent, rubbing his neck on Hinata’s hair, wrists, and finally mixing their scents at their necks, a comfort to them both. Hinata giggles into his chest.
Kageyama looks down at him with a frown, “What’s so funny?”
Hinata giggles again and pokes at Kageyama’s cheek, “I’m just happy. This feels good. I really, really like you.”
Kageyama’s frown deepens as his face turns bright red, “I like you too, idiot.”