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๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ.
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๐Ÿ•ฏ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’ ๐‘จ๐‘ผ
๐Ÿ•ฏ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’•๐’‚!๐‘ฒ๐’Š๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‚, ๐’‚๐’๐’‘๐’‰๐’‚ ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’†!๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’–๐’ˆ๐’๐’–
๐Ÿ•ฏ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’๐’•๐’–๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐‘ต๐‘บ๐‘ญ๐‘พ
The first thing Bakugou noticed as he entered the shop was... nothing.

No scent.

Or only very faint traces of scents. Otherwise it smelled very neutral in here.
It was something you would probably expect from this type of store but sadly Bakugou had experienced the contrary before.
All the stores selling scent products exclusively usually had a tendency to flood the place with different "appealing" or "refreshing" scents that just made Bakugou want to vomit.
Enough that being an Elite made his own scent a lot more prominent, but his nose was also more sensitive than other people's, making it annoying as hell to be overwhelmed by numerous exaggerated scents wherever he went.
Crowded places, concerts, markets, malls - they overwhelmed his senses and caused him headaches.

That was probably one reason why Bakugou preferred the outdoors, especially such places not many people frequented.
The mountains, the forest.

It freed his head and made it possible for him to breathe freely for a change.
This place though didn't only meet his expectation of a clean and scentfree athmosphere.

The people working here seemed to clean the place of any traces of the scents of the former customers.
Which made sense as - and that was the part Bakugou appreciated the most - they made appointments for every customer so only one person frequented the store at once.
It made it so much easier figuring out what he needed and especially for an Elite as himself it was heaven to not have to care about leaving his own scent everywhere and being met with too many confusing scents himself.
Bakugou was here wearing two common scent patches over his gland at once. It itched like hell.

Normally he would take one and be okay but no.
Because Bakugou had /so/ much luck in his life he of course had just shown allergic reactions to the scent blockers he had taken /for years/ a few days ago.
His work had already complained and he had tried to find a scent store and booked the first appointment he could in the store that met his standards.
His standards being:
โ€ข Don't fucking make your customers smell the other people in here when they already struggle with their own or other people's scents!
It were easy standards he thought yet only one store could provide.

Bad luck for the others he guessed.
Anyway: Bakugou had stepped into the store, making a bell above the door jingle - fucking annoying but some old school bastards liked that kind of stuff.
Upon his entrance nobody had been in the front of the shop so he had taken his time to look around.

It was very different to the other shops he had tried - in different good ways, not only the neutral scent and appointment part.
They obviously tried making the place look as clean as possible. It was accentuated in white and dark green. Relaxing not only for his nose but also for his eyes, Bakugou noticed.
Scented candles - not at all uncommon in such stores - were hidden in glass showcases. There were little signs displaying what each candle would smell like so you could request to smell each one only if you chose to.
Next to the display cabinets were little glasses filled with coffee beans to neutralize.

They were strewn everywhere, not only next to the candles but also the perfumes and deodorants and even next to a shelf with soaps and cremes.
Bakugou stepped further into the small shop, looking around for what he really needed.

There.
He stepped closer to a showcase displaying scent patches, scented tissues, disinfectant and most importantly: scent blockers.

Bakugou stepped even closer, trying to read the labels on the boxes, sprays and other containers.
A flash of red in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

Bakugou's head snapped to the side.
"Hello", a cheery voice wafted over to his ears before his eyes had even registered the view before his eyes.
The man before him was huge. Easily 6 feet 4, covered in muscles and with a smile so bright it seemed to slit his face in two.

His hair was a bright red that threatened to burn your eyes.

What an overwhelming sight.
"Hi", Bakugou mumbled.

"How can I help you?", the man asked next, wide wide smile still on.
Bakugou finally turned to face him and simply said "I need scent blockers".

"Ah! Yeah, I can help with that!", the man exclaimed excitedly. He reminded Bakugou of a huge puppy.
He stepped closer, standing next to Bakugou in front of the display showcasing the various brands of blockers.

"Before we start I'll need a little information of you though", he smiled directly at Bakugou, looking into his eyes.
It made him feel a littly itchy.

Bakugou was used to getting his stuff silently and without a hassle.

Usually he went to the pharmacy, stated what he needed and they handed him a box that would last him 3 months.

Usually.
Well, now he was fucked and couldn't even leave his house for 2 hours without filling the whole place with his scent.

So he guessed he should just play along nicely without complaint. He was in absolute need of a good product.
"What kind of info?", he asked though, still a little wary.

He liked keeping his full status hidden, thank you very much.
"Well, secondary gender of course, former products you have used, etc. I'll also need to get a waft of your scent to figure out what you need."

/God no./
"What the fuck do you need to smell my scent for?", he hissed, eyes formed into slits.

"I need the blockers for a reason, so no extra like you constantly feels like jumping me."
"Woah, dude, calm down", the red head held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Nobody talks about jumping you. I wouldn't do that while working, I'm a professional", he winked.

The bastard had the audacity to /wink/ at him.
"You sure about that?", Bakugou asked drily and tore the patches off his glands in one go.
He had no idea why he had even done that, he was probably just pent up and fucking /annoyed/ with the whole situation.

In any case: the response was immediate.

"Fuck."
The red headed idiot looked at Bakugou with glassy eyes as he inhaled his scent in this concentrated form due to being released so suddenly.
He gulped a lot, his mouth obviously filling with a lot of saliva.

And another thing was very obvious.

And pretty impressive in size, Bakugou noted although it was contained by a pair of blue jeans.
"Have you smelled enough?", Bakugou asked and got a new pair of patches out of his pockets, glueing them to his neck and cutting off the rich smell of alpha Elite in the air.
The other guy gulped once more and cleared his throat before rearranging his jeans.

"I understand", he said, voice a little shaky and sounding apologetic.
"I am sorry, I haven't had a Prime customer before-"

"Elite", Bakugou cut him off.
"Same situation. Haven't had Primes or Elites before", he said.

Bakugou rose an eyebrow at that.
"Y-you know what I meant!".

The guy's face was as red as his hair at this point.
More than embarrassed he looked apologetic though.

Bakugou sensed bad things coming.
"I am afraid we don't have the right products for your status yet."
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2

1

Explosion.

"YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!"
The red headed giant of a man flinched and looked a few inches shorter all of a sudden.

"As I said", he spoke after clearing his throat, "I haven't had Prime or Elite customers yet."
"I just opened my store a few weeks ago and was busy getting the products the customers buy the most. I know that isn't an excuse but that's how it is now."
He shrugged, obviously trying to shake off the feeling of being incompetent Bakugou had given him.

Secretly Bakugou was impressed how this guy had the guts to speak up to him.

Yeah he was huge but his overall demeanor didn't scream alpha. Beta probably.
The guy had the decency and professionalism to wear scent patches too so Bakugou hadn't been able to tell from the start.

Who knows what would have happened if he had been able to smell the other's arousal earlier.
The guy fit in Bakugou's prey pattern, he had to admit reluctantly. The bright red spiked hair wasn't really to his taste but the muscles definitely were.
All these thoughts did little to calm his anger at the situation though.
"Listen idiot, I /need/ the blockers. And as nature fucking sucks I can't just go to another address to get some as my body decided to reject the chemical ones after years of using them so I now have to rely on organic stuff."
"And seeing as your store is the only decent one in town I'm making it /your/ project to give me what I need. I'm not letting this fucking nightmare ruin any more of my life and my precious time. Understood?"
Bakugou hadn't even used his alpha voice - he never did that out of respect - but any normal person would have gone small and assured him to get him what he needed.

Bakugou was an alpha people listened to.

Not this one apparently.
While speaking Bakugou had seen how something slowly happened to the other man. Something... dangerous.

He seemed to get a little taller, his expression lost its soft and open character and his eyes turned fierce.
When Bakugou was done speaking there was a small pause before the owner of the store answered with a dark and threatening voice, yet calm. Way too calm.
"Listen, /customer/. I am a professional and I will get you your blockers. Yet, under no circumstances will I ever allow you to insult and order me around in my own store. I don't care what your situation is. I will do my job and you will wait patiently. /Understood/?"
Bakugou was taken aback for a moment.

Then another strong feeling crept up on him and made him dizzy for a moment.

Arousal.
'Let's make him ours', his alpha purred in his ear and Bakugou had to physically shake himself out of it to regain his focus.

This guy was /stupidly strong/.
Bakugou admired strong people, not just physically - that was an attraction thing, it was just aesthetically pleasing ok? - but mentally as well.

People who weren't strong willed were a waste of his time.
He needed others to step up to him, to show him when he crossed the line.

It was partly due to the fact that Bakugou was a stubborn person at heart and an egoist. He wanted things and he wanted them fast.
On the other hand it wasn't just his personality, it was the alpha Elite side of him too that impacted his actions.

Alphas were known to be dominant and low-key aggressive about asserting their interests but Elites? A whole lot more.
So sometimes (aka very often) Bakugou overstepped lines and pushed people around without reeeaaaally meaning to.

Yeah, sometimes he liked being a little shit, especially to annoying people.
But other times it was his subconscious nature making him overreact without even realizing.

Like in this case.
Bakugou was just so /agitated/. His skin itched, he felt too hot and everything smelled weird - not in here though thanks to the cleaning staff.

Outside though and even in his apartment there were scents he usually never really noticed that drove him crazy now.
He really needed the damn guy's fucking /help/.

Taking a deep breath Bakugou tried to calmly respond to the still angry looking man before him.
"Whatever", he huffed.

"What do you suggest me doing now then?", he asked. Bakugou tried for an extra polite tone but he had to admit that the sentence sounded more mocking and sarcastic than anything else.
The red head seemed to think so too if his raised brow was anything to go by but he spoke with the same polite tone he had greeted Bakugou with, just without the smiling part.
"Well, first of all you should stop using two of these scent patches over another. They constantly rub against each other and irritate your skin."

He turned around and opened a cabinet on the wall behind them, taking out various small boxes.
"It's an absolute shame the government doesn't do more for health education cause not many people know that scent patches actually come in a lot if different sizes and thicknesses."
He opened each box to pull out different patches, and yes, they did vary in length as well as in thickness.

One even seemed to have an integrated filter-

"This is the most expensive one", the man said after seeing Bakugou's gaze.
"It allows your glands and the surrounding skin to breathe better than if you wore regular patches. That isn't necessary in my opinion though."
He seemed to be in his element here. The thin creases between his eyes from earlier when he had been annoyed by Bakugou were gone and he looked pretty content with himself educating Bakugou on fucking /scent patches/. It was a little bit endearing.
The red head continued to speak and Bakugou quickly shook himself out of his thoughts to listen.
"If you change patches regularly - which is every two or three hours at best - then you should be fine. I'd also advice you rub your glands with some gland cream or oil in the evenings."
"It helps the blood circulation and reduces itching and other skin issues. Especially seeing as you are an Elite you need to take special care of your glands, they work harder than other people's."

He smiled at Bakugou.
"I hope you cleanse them daily?", he asked with a raised brow.

Bakugou nodded quickly, feeling like a little kid being scolded for not brushing its teeth for the whole 3 minutes the dentist recommended.
"Okay. Well I will still need to examine them. You said you had allergic reactions to scent blockers? Your glands might be sensitive and need some balm."

"Is that really necessary", Bakugou grumbled.
"You saw what happened, Mr. ..."

"Kirishima", the redhead repeated his name and went over to his work desk.

"And yes, it is necessary. If you hadn't pulled your patches off unprompted, I wouldn't have been unprepared", he rose an eyebrow at his customer.
Bakugou's inner alpha purred loudly at the cocky attitude.

Kirishima opened a drawer and took out a vacuum sealed pair of rubber gloves.

He opened them and put them on with admirable ease as if he had done this countless times before. Which he probably had.
Then he took a keychain out of his jeans pocket and used one of the keys to open a cabinet behind him.

Kirishima took out a face mask that obviously had a complex filter system integrated in it and put it on.

"This should help", he said with a wink and came back over to Bakugou
"These are commonly used when dealing with Prime customers and I am sure they'll do their job just fine in this case too", he explained.

Bakugou was wary about that but decided to say nothing on that matter.
"Can you please free your neck for me and take off the patches?", Kirishima asked.

Bakugou complied and shoved his shirt collar to one side, deciding to go one gland at a time.

His fingers moved over the patches hesitantly before saying 'fuck it' and ripping them off in one go.
Much like a few minutes before it felt good to free his gland and let his scent seep out.

Like he could breathe more freely than before.
Kirishima didn't seem affected by the sudden flood of Elite in the air and Bakugou was glad for that even though his alpha growled quietly in the back of his head.
Kirishima didn't waste much time and pressed gentle fingers to the side of his gland, massaging the surrounding area.

An obscene and absolutely embarrassing moan tore from Bakugou as a tension he hadn't even realised was there was massaged out of him.
His gland let out a small amount of an oily substance and the scent in the room grew thicker.

"Oh my god", Bakugou turned red in humiliation.

Kirishima was quick to soothe his ego though.
"It's fine, this reaction is completely normal", he said with a small smile, his cheeks tinged a soft pink.

"What we have here isn't too good though", he said in a more serious tone.
"I assume you have been on blockers for a long time with no breaks in between? And you are always wearing scent patches?"

Bakugou nodded.

"That's bad! You can seriously damage your glands like that. See", he pressed onto the side of the gland again, this time a little lower.
More oil seeped from the gland and Bakugou had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning again.

"Your gland has been sealed too much. You produce gland oil every day and it needs to be released or else it will clog your gland and cause infections."
Bakugou was inpressed how little he actually knew.

"So if you clean them, make sure you massage the gland while you do to get the oil out. It's the main bearer of your scent and also makes sure your gland stays moisturized and smooth."
His fingers kept moving to massage the edges of the gland and get out all the excess oil, wiping it away with a tissue as he went and Bakugou could feel his dick harden in his pants as his glands were assaulted with pleasure.
He knew they were supposed to be sensitive and important stimulants during sex but god, did his body have to react so strongly now, in public, during a non sexual act?
"Your glands are a little rough... maybe take some from the oil you gather through massaging and rub them gently with it. I guess you wash them in the evenings?"
"Seeing as you probably block others from smelling your scent during the day time, as an Elite it really must be especially hard..."
Bakugou just hummed in response, eyes closed as Kirishima worked away at his gland.

He wasn't sure he had ever felt this relaxed and turned on at the same time.
The pressure of his erection against his pants was a little uncomfortable but Bakugou forced himself and his alpha to stay calm during the act.

Kirishima soon wrapped up and turned his attention to Bakugou's other gland.
"Can you, um, can you pull off the patches?", he said quietly and Bakugou opened his eyes that he hadn't realised were closed.

He did as he was told quickly and turned his head the other side.
Kirishima cleared his throat and then pressed his fingers to Bakugou's skin once more, making the Elite emit a low rumbling sound.

Bakugou felt himself slowly turn into goo while still being incredibly aroused.
It was an odd feeling to say the least. Normally an alpha's arousal demanded for him to find someone to dominate and make them submit to him.

He would chase his prey and then keep it from getting away as he devoured it.
Only metaphorically speaking of course. And also only with consent. He wasn't an animal.

But the chase and the dominance and the adrenalin and fast paced rough fucking was what an alpha was after. Normally.
Now though Bakugou felt lust but at the same time relaxed more and more, feeling kind of... pampered. Cared for.

/Calm/.
And feeling calm was weird for Bakugou on a normal day already but when being aroused? Calm was not the appropriate word for what happened then.

Itchy and feral would fit better.

But now calm was exactly how he felt.
Hell, he could probably fall asleep like this, with a raging boner trying to tear his pants apart.
He didn't though. Mostly because Kirishima soon ended his sweet ministrations.

"I think that's enough for now", he said in a raspy voice and cleared his throat before aiming a small smile at Bakugou.

The alpha grunted in response.
"I'll quickly give you the right patches then and order the blockers for you, alright?"
Bakugou grunted again. He still felt a little sluggish from the relaxing massage and had trouble really following the red head's sentences but he slowly recovered and followed the other man over to a showcase.
"Here. These should be best for you", Kirishima smiled as he handed over a box of patches.

"It's 100 in there. If you need more just come over again."

Bakugou got out his wallet and paid for the patches and then waited for Kirishima to place the order.
"Okay. I am afraid it'll take a little until they get here. A week at least. Do you want me to contact you when they arrive?"

Bakugou's alpha was awake enough again to rumble contently in his chest.

The beta had basically asked for his number.
'He wants to see us again', he purred in Bakugou's ear.

"Sure", he shrugged, trying to calm his alpha down.

"Your contact information will of course be held under wraps!", Kirishima assured Bakugou.

Bless the guy. He was too cute.
"Sure", Bakugou said again while scribbling his phone number onto a piece of paper.

"Make sure to tell me immediately when the stuff comes in", he told the red head.

Kirishima nodded hastily and folded the paper.
"Okay then... bye I guess", Bakugou shrugged.

"Yeah! Bye! I hope you aren't too disappointed and that the service was still good!", Kirishima looked worried.

"It wasn't shitty", Bakugou mumbled before turning around and walking out of the shop.
No, he wasn't disappointed. And the service definitely hadn't been shitty.
๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ
When Bakugou stepped out of the shop, still sporting an impressive bulge, he did what he always did in such situations: fake it til he made it.

Meaning he would fake confidence and act as if it was the most natural thing for him to walk around in public with a massive boner.
If anyone looked at him funny he would just stare at them until they backed off.
Meanwhile inside the room he just left, Kirishima tried to rearrange his own pants.

With a sigh and a finger massaging his temple he took a few seconds to sit down and... let all that sink in.
An Elite in his shop.

An absolutely attractive and so devine smelling Elite.

Wow.

Kirishima was fucked.

He could slap himself. He had acted like a damn /fool/.
Blabbering on and on about everything he knew to impress the gorgeous man and /massaging his glands/.

Why had he done /that/?!

To be fair, it really had to be done. The alpha had not taken care of himself enough. So Kirishima had helped. It was pretty much his job.
Yeah, he had done his job. Nothing weird about feeling up a handsome alpha's glands and getting hard from it. Nope. Not weird at all.
And it was totally not weird to want to sniff the tissue he had used to wipe away the oil from the alpha's scent glands.

Super normal urges.
Kirishima groaned in irritation and stood up. He needed to tidy up before his next customer arrived.
Turning on the ventilation system, Kirishima went to grab a washcloth and desinfectant and scrubbed the furniture' surfaces before spraying a few pumps of neutralizers into the air.
Now all he could do was wait till the scent of gorgeous alpha Elite was pumped out of the room.

Absentmindedly Kirishima played with the oily tissue before slowly sliding it into his backpack.

What his customer didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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A few hours and various scented candles, soaps and cremes later found Kirishima with a small headache but luckily no boner.

He was exhausted as he locked the shop for the day and headed home.
It was getting dark already and Kirishima looked forward to an easy meal and watching YouTube before falling into bed.
When he unlocked his door and stepped into the apartment, happy to not be crushed between various other bodies on the bus anymore, he switched on the lights and stretched with a yawn before putting his backpack down and hanging up his jacket.
Kirishima unzipped his bag to get out the water bottle and his half eaten sandwich as a scent hit him.

/The/ scent.

Oh fuck. He had really taken that damn dirty tissue with him instead of throwing it away.

And now it had filled his whole bag with this divine scent.
Kirishima could already feel his dick stir in his pants. This wasn't too good.

On the other hand...

It was just a tissue. The alpha would never need to know. And it /had/ been rather long since he had last gotten some action.

This was still so fucked up though. And unmanly.
And if Kirishima hadn't been so tired and his brain so clouded with exhaustion and arousal, he would have refrained from taking the bag, pouring out all its contents apart from the tissue and walking straight into his bedroom.
Kirishima undressed quickly and without allowing himself to think about what he was doing.

The mattrassed dipped as he sank down into the sheets, dick in one hand and his bag in the other.
With a shaky inhale he took in the scent emenating from the inner of his backpack and let out a long moan.
The odor of pure alpha, strong, potent, dominant alpha filled Kirishima's nose, flowed into his throat and made him almost choke on its thickness before traveling further into his lungs, filling his body with heat.
It was so thoroughly erotic, a scent claiming his body as if the alpha was here with him that Kirishima's dick twitched uncontrollably and leaked pre like crazy.
Kirishima whined as he shoved his face further into the bag, inhaling all of the scent, completely soaking himself in it.
He could only losely hold his dick as it twitched and leaked, hard and stimulated solely from the scent alone. If he even attempted at stroking it, he knew he would cum on the spot.
Trying to crawl deeper and deeper into the addicting scent, like a starving man, Kirishima's trembling fingers felt the edges of the tissue and with a low growl of greed he fished it out to drink his fill right from the source.
Desperate moans and whines filled the room as Kirishima could practically taste the alpha's smell. And that thought only made him want more.
So Kirishima darted out his tongue, licking at the tissue, legs spasming as a big drop of pre dropped from the tip of his pink cock onto his abs.
The taste was even more intense than the smell. It was like licking sweaty skin after a hard workout, desperate hands grabbing at flesh and grinding against the adonis body of an alpha who had all the control over you, your body and senses.
Kirishima's noises got even louder as he kept licking and sucking the oil from the tissue, thinking about how red and swollen the guy's glands had been, so raw to the touch and begging for attention.

Kirishima wanted to worship them all the time. Make his alpha feel good.
His alpha.

In an instinctual movement Kirishima held the tissue up and pressed it to his own neck, his own scent gland covered by the scent of alpha, both men's oils mixing and scents mingling and creating something new.
Kirishima's eyes rolled back and from one second to the other he was cumming, long spurts of white fluid covering his chest and face as his body jerked as if he had been electrocuted.
His body was still twitching as he came down from his high and Kirishima opened unfocused eyes to see the mess he had made with the help of a customer's scent.

Kirishima's head thudded back against the headboard as he groaned in shame.
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Bakugou sighed in relief as he closed his front door behind himself. Finally home he could take off the annoying as hell patches and breathe the familiar scent of his apartment, his furniture, himself.
He massaged his temples and winced as he felt a burning pull on his sensitive scent glands. The events of his visit in the scent shop that he had pushed away on his way home came back and his ears burned red in embarrassment.

God, he had acted like a horny asshole.
Moaning at a professional massage. What the hell.

It really had felt so freeing though. Getting all the tension out and this embarrassing amount of oil. Despite the slight ache his glands felt better than ever.
Bakugou decided to take the beta's advice to heart and rub a little oil into the glands so the skin would become smoother.

Once in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling his shirt off, he saw just how raw the glands looked.

He really hadn't taken care of himself, huh?
With hesitant fingers Bakugou pressed a few fingers to a gland only to wince at the pain.

A little bit of oil seeped out. Not as much as in the shop. The beta had massaged most of it out of him.
Bakugou gathered the oil carefully and gently applied it to his gland and the surrounding area. He didn't really feel a difference but this stuff probably needed time.

He repeated the action on the other gland and then washed his hands to rid them off the oily substance.
His own scent was thick in the air and he sighed. How long would he have to wait for these stupid blockers? He just hoped the patches actually worked.

The beta had seemed very confident though and like he really knew what he was talking about.
'He had also looked delicious', his alpha offered.

Bakugou groaned in annoyance at the inner voice.

Yeah, the beta was kind of hot but Bakugou had already embarrassed himself enough in front of the red head, thank you very much.
He didn't need to add awkward flirting that would promptly lead to an even more awkward rejection to the list.

'He got turned on really fast by our scent though.'
True. But then again everyone did. Bakugou wasn't vain but he was an Elite and that meant he was bount to attract all genders. Even alphas would probably get hard from his scent. It was a simple physical reaction, nothing to get his hopes up.
With a last look at the raw skin on his neck Bakugou left the bathroom and entered the kitchen to get himself a snack.

Biting into a sandwich he sank into the couch cushions of the living area and sighed into the slice of bread.
He was probably lucky if he only needed to wait a week before the blockers arrived.

A damned week before his life would get back to normal.

After eating Bakugou dragged himself off the couch and got ready for bed. He was exhausted.
With a spray bottle of neutralizer he went through all the rooms to minimize his scent in case it would seep through the walls.
It felt wrong and painful to erase his own scent in his own home. But he had gotten complaints from neighbours before. Omegas had gone into unexpected heats and even if that hadn't happened: nobody wanted a foreign scent to invade their homes.
With a distraught alpha, a headache and an overall feeling of unease Bakugou sunk into bed and right into a dream full of red.
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Kirishima panted, waiting til his dick stopped throbbing in an embarrassing oversensitivity that was surely caused by the scent still heavily in the air - now not only in his bag but the whole room too.
His face was red in shame.

He had never done such a perverted thing before. Never would have thought he would.

How was he ever going to look the Elite in the eyes again? Beautiful, deep wine red eyes, and so intense.
Kirishima thudded his head against the headboard once more to get rid of these horny and lovey dovey thoughts invading his brain.

But all it did was make his head hurt, he realised with a pout.
Kirishima's first instinct was to apologize for his behaviour. But that meant he would have to confess what he did and as hot as the thought theoretically was, Kirishima was sure being crushed by an angry alpha was not as sexy a death as it looked in his head.
His second instinct also involved confessing his sins but his inner beta assured him that it would make the Elite happy and that he would claim him on the spot.

Hm. Didn't sound as bad as dying but still weird.
Kirishima knew he would still feel uneasy if he didn't do something though. He thought about what he could possibly do for the alpha to soothe his guilty mind and suddenly a lightbulb appeared above his head.
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His mums! He had learned from them all his life, had gotten insights on the pharmaceutical industry. Surely they were the best way to help with the alpha's products. Maybe they could somehow speed up the process of getting the scent blockers.

Kirishima got up feeling determined
He took off the sheets and bed linens and put them in his washing machine to get rid of the scent on them as fast as possible.

His beta pouted at that but it couldn't be helped.
Then he opened all the windows wide and went through the room with some fresh smelling spray as well as lighting some scented candles for good measure.

It was the best he could do in that moment. Then he went to shower, which he did more reluctantly than the earlier tasks.
It was one thing to rid a room of an alpha scent you just masturbated to. It was another thing though to wash a person's scent off your skin that you desperately wanted to keep mixed with your own.
It left a sour taste in Kirishima's mouth as he felt the water running over his heated skin, taking the traces of his pleasure with it.
He didn't dare putting the spray near his scent glands at first but with a sigh he had to admit to himself that there simply was no good reason not to.
Slowly and steadily all scent was washed away and Kirishima tried to cover that up by applying way more soap than necessary from head to toe.
It was the strongest smelling he owned and he secretly hope it would make his beta forget about the other very strong scent that had just covered them.
Refreshed but a little moody Kirishima stepped out of the shower and got dressed in comfortable clothes. He would call his mums first thing in the morning to ask for their help but for now he needed sleep.
Upon entering his room he registered that the smell had definitely faded but not enough to call it Elite-free. Kirishima sighed and got out new sheets and linens and began to put them on.
His eyes fell on his backpack that had falled to the floor. Shit. He had totally forgotten about that. Should he wash it too? Maybe air it by the window first.
He held it out in front of himself to not get tempted into smelling its contents once more and put it on the window sill. He'd see if that was good enough tomorrow and then wash it.
When he sat it down though a white object inside caught his eye. Huh? He had emptied it before, had he not?

Kirishima put his arm inside the bag and fished out the piece of paper his client had written his number on. Something inside his belly warmed at the revelation.
He stroked his thumb over the digits for a few seconds before putting it on his nightstand. Then he quickly finished the task of putting the fresh sheets on.
His next task - as his grumbling stomach decided - was devouring a sandwich like a starving man, then brushing his teeth and grabbing a water bottle for the night.
Ready to pass out and finally sleep Kirishima returned to his bedroom. On the way there in the hallway, a weird noise reached his ears though.

A kind of scratching.

And it came from inside his room.
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