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Blake stood outside the door of his shared room with Simon and breathed deep. Fuck, that heady rut smell was making him drip.
“Ooooh fuck Blake, Blake, fuck fuck, ngghh-” On the other side of the door Blake heard Simon practically snarl, vicious desperate growling dispersed with heavy pants.
Oh fuck, I need to get in there NOW. It wasn’t a concious thought, it wasn’t even about the possibility of someone seeing the wet patch that had leaked straight through his underwear and was now threatening to drip onto the hallway floor. Well it was about the wet patch. In a way.
“Blake?” the smell of him must have gotten under the door before he even had a chance to open it. Blake shoved the door closed behind him and fumbled with the lock as he stared at his huge, beautiful, powerful alpha.
Simon had risen from Blake’s bed (the bigger man’s own bed looked pretty much untouched) the second Blake had stepped inside, his whole body stiff with the effort of not pouncing on his omega. Blake noticed that the box he kept his clothes in was in even more disarray than usual and that pretty much all of his clothes had been roughly thrown onto his bed and some distant part of his brain was peeved about the fact that he’d have NO clean clothes to look forward to at the end of this, but the much hornier and more prominent part of his brain was twofold delighted at the idea that his alpha had been so desperate for him he’d resorted to humping a pile of clothes like a desperate needy animal, and maybe a part of him wanted to have the scent of his alpha’s rut all over his clothes when he finally emerged, maybe he wanted cumstains to remind him how badly his big strong wanted him, how much he belonged to him. Yeah, the horny-riddled part of his brain certainly liked that idea.
Simon’s mouth hung slightly open as he breathed hard, eyes glazed over as he tried to focus, “’M I…” Simon shook his head, trying to keep it together while he checked in with his mate “’m I still ok to knot you? No… No condom?” Blake took a step forward and placed his hand in the centre of Simon’s chest, smiling darkly, “breed me, Si.”
That was all it took for Blake to find himself lifted clean off the ground and practically thrown face down on the bed, his body not even having time to stop bouncing from the impact before simon was on top of him, mindlessly grinding against his still clothed crotch.
He’s growling and panting and barely even coherent any more, mumbling out half-sentences and interrupting his own unfiltered stream of conciousness.
“So fucking wet alre- Fuck, Blake- want you so bad- fucking- mine, mine- so fucking hot, bet you’re so fucking tight right now, fucking wet for me, gonna- gonna breed you s-oh good- fuck- hhh-”
Simon pawed at Blake’s shorts, struggling with the simple motor control required to get a finger under the hem, he almost tore them when he finally got it, ripping them off as quickly as he could and pushing into Blake the second he could reach him, halfheartedly pawing the shorts a bit further down his thighs before apparently forgetting them altogether in favour of simply fucking his boyfriend as deep and as fast as he could, moaning loud and desperate.
“Mmm, missed you so much- couldn’t- couldn’t stand waiting- took forever- fuck- fuck, so good, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck-”
Blake snorted, even as his back arched and his legs shook. He’d just been doing a last little run to the kitchens to pick up some supplies before he was off duty for the week to ride out Simon’s rut and his own heat, which would probably hit tomorrow if Simon’s scent didn’t kick it off sooner. The man had been fine when he left, if a bit needy, he couldn’t have been alone with his rut for more than ten minutes and he was already this desperate. It was deeply hot to be honest.
“mmm- I’m- I’m here, Si, I’m all yours, I-” Blake lost all train of thought as Simon bit down hard on the back of his neck, he didn’t think he’d broken the skin but it was hard to tell, he whined urgently and pushed his ass back even harder against his mate’s hips, an orgasm pulsing from deep in his inner walls, making the muscles in his stomach clench so hard he felt Simon’s abs tense against his back as the alpha had to double his efforts to keep up the pace thrusting into the tight space.
As Blake’s brain returned to his body he became aware of Simon muttering frantically, “no… no, not yet… not yet- fuck-” Simon had released his neck and was whimpering desperately, body rigid with tension and curled tight against the man beneath him.
“so fucking good- fuck- not yet, not yet, fuck-” the realisation that Simon was trying not to cum just to drag it out a little longer made Blake’s walls shudder which ironically finally pushed Simon over the edge, spilling into the omega with a cry.
The poor alpha kept trying to rub through the overstimulation even as his knot started swelling. After what could have only been a few more moments of overwhelming fullness, Simon gave a final shudder and flopped onto his side, dragging Blake with him, and nuzzling against the back of his neck.
“You ok, Blakey boy?” he mumbled, voice low despite his clear attempt at a light tone, “not too rough?”
“Mmm.” Blake wriggled his hips trying to adjust the thick knot tethering him firmly against Simon’s crotch. “’M ok. Bruises’ll be kinda hot to be honest. ‘m into it.” Simon brushed his teeth gently against the bite mark he’d left earlier to make his omega shiver.
“Good.”
The normally mouthy alpha was surprisingly quiet, too exhausted and content to move aside from the occasional shift of his hips.
Blake sighed, almost drifting off before remembering that he should probably replace at least some of the fluids he’d just lost.
He grabbed the water bottle off the nightstand and offered it to Simon after chugging half of it.
He could vaguely feel his heat starting to act up and knew he’d probably wake up in the throes of it, so he ate something too just to be safe.
It was probably only going to get rougher from here and he needed all the rest and replenishment he could get.
He vaguely wished they’d relocated to the nest he’d built in the corner before the knot made movement impractical. Oh well. Simon could drag him there by the scruff tomorrow.
He smiled at the idea as he drifted off.