Chapter Twenty-four

Content Warning

This story contains graphic depictions of sexual content. Please be aware that the scenarios depicted are fictional and not an accurate or comprehensive representation of real-life sexual experiences, particularly between two men.  

It’s important to emphasize that sexual intimacy, especially between men, involves preparation, communication, and care that cannot be fully captured or conveyed in a fictional narrative. The reality is nuanced, layered, and deeply personal, and it’s vital to prioritize safety (use condoms, everyone), consent, and mutual respect in all intimate situations. 

Furthermore, please don’t rely on fictional media or content found online as a substitute for proper sexual education. You might think you know everything you need to know because you consume stories that depict sexual intimacy, however, I am here to tell you: No, you don’t. Always seek reliable, evidence-based information, and don’t hesitate to consult trusted sources or professionals if you have questions.

Stay safe, take care of yourselves, and enjoy the story responsibly. 

Author’s Note: This story is set in an alternate universe, in an imaginary town and country, and during an ambiguous time period.

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He was screwed.

Having never experienced a heat beyond his first one, Kazir had no idea how it would affect his body, but he’d gone through all the required Sex Ed classes and knew enough to recognize what his brain had refused to acknowledge until now.

Locking himself in a stall, his hands trembling, he fumbled for his phone. Shame burned through him as he looked at his contact.

“Hello. Kazir? Is everything alright?”

“No, not really.”

Simi was instantly concerned. “What’s going on? Are you sick?”

“I think... I’m experiencing a heat.”

“What?” was Simi’s flabbergasted response. “Where are you?”

He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. “It’s bad. I don’t know what to do.”

“Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming over with supplies. Take this moment to call work and ask for the week off.”

“I... the whole week?”

“Yes. You’re an unbonded omega without an alpha. And this is your first heat in years. Expect the unexpected.”

“I’m at work.”

“What! Kazir!”

“I... I didn’t know,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

“Can you get home? Safely?”

“I...”

Adisa.

He could trust him, right?

“Yes. I think.”

“You think? Kazir, this is serious!”

“Yes. I can.”

“Then go home. I’ll be there in under an hour.”

He was so thankful for his sister, he muttered in earnest, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, idiot, but you need to get home."

He nodded as if she could see him and muttered weakly, “Okay.”

Kazir: Hey, I’m sorry to do this, but I need help getting home.

Adisa’s response came immediately.

Adisa: I’m on my way.

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“I’ll get you some inhibitors,” Adisa said softly from behind his mask, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he helped Kazir inside. His touch was steady but restrained, as though he was fighting the urge to do more. He stepped away as soon as Kazir was settled. “Hold on tight.”

Kazir nodded, his words stopping Adisa as he made to turn away. “Hey, umm…thanks.”

Adisa nodded. “Friends,” was the last thing he said before he fully turned around and made for the door. Kazir watched as Adisa left his apartment, the door clicking softly behind him, leaving a destabilized Kazir to lie back flat on his couch, feeling like he was swimming in heat—his skin prickling, his senses overwhelmed.

What felt like both an eternity and only a few minutes later, his phone buzzed.

Adisa: I left them on your doorknob. It’s probably not safe for us to be in the same space right now. Take care of yourself.

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After forcing himself to take the inhibitors, Kazir collapsed onto his bed, exhaustion and fear weighing him down as he waited for Simi to come over.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d come to losing control.

The inhibitors Adisa had left for him hadn’t completely done their job, and the heat still simmered under his skin, refusing to calm. He shut his eyes, trying to sleep, but instead, he found himself slipping deeper into a vivid dream—a dream that felt so real it ignited every nerve in his body.

In the dream, Adisa had never left or created a distance between them. He was there with him in his bedroom, just like he had been for the past three nights in Kazir’s dreams. The air was thick with citrus, charged with tension and the same heady anticipation he’d felt the last time they were together. The room was darker this time, with shadows that seemed to flicker and shift with his breathing.

He lay on his side on his bed, facing Adisa, his heart pounding as they made and held eye contact. Adisa’s dark eyes and intense gaze made him feel feverish all over. Adisa was gently caressing his earlobe, his movements firm, slow, and deliberate. He shuddered like a tree in the middle of a hurricane.

“Kazir,” Adisa murmured, his voice rich and soothing, but with an edge that sent shivers down Kazir’s spine.

Kazir couldn’t speak. His throat was dry, his body burning with need. 

The desire was almost unbearable, like a fire crawling under his skin. He wanted Adisa's hands on him. All over him. He needed it—needed him. The itch of his heat was driving him mad with want. His entire body ached, his fingers trembling with its sheer intensity.

So, this was a heat.

“Can I touch you?” Kazir croaked, his throat straining with the words, raw with the effort. A thrill traveled up Kazir's spine. He grew blissfully dizzy.

Adisa pressed their foreheads together, a subtle but intense intimacy hanging between them. “All over,” he murmured, his voice thick with restrained desire.

And just like that, Kazir’s defenses shattered.

He leaned in, pressing the length of his body against Adisa's, his lips grazing Adisa’s ear. His hand instinctively rose to cup Adisa’s cheek, savoring the warmth and smoothness beneath his fingertips. His mouth found the sensitive patch of skin behind Adisa’s right ear, and he licked it slowly, relishing the tremor that coursed through Adisa’s body in response. Then, without hesitation, he brought his mouth to Adisa’s and kissed him, letting his desire spill over in the heated, breathless exchange.

Adisa anchored him, pushing a strong leg between Kazir’s thighs, and the pressure sent a surge of pleasure rippling through his entire body. Kazir’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, parting his mouth, completely melting into Adisa’s touch.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered: Was kissing really this good in real life?

The thought yanked him back to reality, the ache in his chest persisting even as he stirred awake, left with nothing but the lingering ghost of Adisa's touch and a renewed, unfulfilled longing.

He had never yearned for someone like this before and he was scared.