If I Could Begin To Be

Hitoshi pauses his ministrations, craning his neck down to lick straight into Denki’s scent gland. He licks again. “Are you in preheat?” The blond shrugs a little, like it’s not a big deal, “prob’bly. You smell like it too,” he added on, and it could have been mistaken for halfheartedly if Hitoshi didn’t feel the slight tenseness in his muscles, how he won’t look up, how he doesn’t kiss back. “Thought it was normal cramps earlier, y’know, but now I’m leaking.” And the worst part is, Hitoshi lied to himself about the same thing. When he was sweating more than usual on a pathetically simple patrol, when he almost keened when Izuku left that morning for the agency, when his lower abdomen started to clench in pain. He told himself it’s just the stress, that his inner omega is on edge with Katsuki and Eijirou on their stupidly long mission. That it’s the anxiety of Izuku being gone more than he’s home, taking care of their missing mates best he can from the safety of their agency.—Hitoshi and Denki’s heat hits early while Katsuki and Eijirou are away on a mission. They can’t agree on whether to suppress this cycle or have their heat without two of their mates