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Knock, knock.
The smell of heat is prominent as soon as Sonny opens the door.
Warm vanilla with a subtly sweet floral, it’s a scent that Sonny knows well by now. The scent fills the air, making it hard for him to think straight as he makes his way closer to the lump on the mattress. It smells of heat , his inner alpha is screaming. An omega. His omega.
Alban Knox, the heir to the Knox family, had presented as a beta when he was 13. Sonny has always been surrounded by Alban’s scent. It was always faint due to his young master being a beta and the times that he would be able to catch the faint trace of it is when he would dress Alban in the morning or give the other a bath. His younger master’s scent has always been warm and inviting, it felt safe, it felt like home. Sonny wanted to drown in Alban’s scent but he has to be patient. Even as his teeth ache with the urge to claim, he carefully makes his way over to the bed. He won’t let his hard work go to waste now.
“Young master Alban?”
There’s no answer, Sonny believes that Alban is still deep in his sleep.
“Young master Alban,” he calls again. This time, there’s a muffled reply; a small whine. A drowsy call of what might be Sonny’s name. The smell grows thicker as Sonny draws closer to the bed, almost suffocating; it mixed with his own and makes his alpha instincts growl . “Young master Alban, are you alright?”
Alban is struggling to sit up when he’s right next to the bed. A mess of sheets and pillows on the bed; one hand is clutching Sonny’s spare shirt, the other rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’s wearing one of Sonny’s shirts. It’s an omega’s natural instinct to surround themselves with familiar, comforting scents when their heat comes around; Alban doesn’t even know it yet, but he’s following his natural instincts well. His young master is truly incredible, adapting so quickly. Sonny lets out a pleased smile, dropping to one knee by the bed.
“Young master Alban?”
“Sonny…Mm’s warm,” his young master mumbles out. He smells so good, already reeking of lust and desire.
Sonny presses the back of his hand to Alban’s forehead—there’s a high flush to his cheeks, and it takes every shred of Sonny’s self-control to ignore how Alban leans into the touch.
“Young master, you’re sick. I think you’re coming down with a fever and cold.”
Alban blinks at him slowly. Sonny cups his cheek, watching his eyelashes flutter. “Get some rest, young master Alban. Do you need anything?”
“Mm…water, Sonny…”
“I’ll get you some water, young master. Lie back down and rest.” I’ll take care of you.
Drowsily, Alban lets Sonny move him back into a more comfortable position and lets him settle in bed. He looks so soft and so pilant, warm to the touch. There’s just a little longer until the worst of the heat hits. Sonny tells him to wait a moment, then slips out of the bedroom.
He makes his way down the hallway, a pill from his pocket already settling in the palm of his hand; with a smile, Sonny goes to get Alban a glass of water.
Alban is burning, when he wakes up again.
He’s hot all over, and mindlessly, he claws at himself out of the suffocating shroud of blankets on the bed. Even the fabric of his shirt, damp with his own sweat, feels uncomfortable; he wants to peel it off. His head is fuzzy with disorientation and a confused sort of fear. Something is wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he knows it’s not something good—
“Young master Alban?”
A hand settles on Alban’s shoulder, Alban jerks towards it with a gasp, searching blindly for Sonny in the dark. Sonny has always had a comfortable touch that would settle Alban’s worries. Alban feels safe, and familiar. His childhood friend, his personal butler. Sonny takes his ungloved hand and presses it against Alban’s cheek.
“Young master? Alban, what’s wrong?”
“Sonny,” Alban whines. It comes out like a mewl, a plea, but what is he even asking for? “S–Sonny please”
“Alban, are you okay? You’re feverish.” Sonny gently pushes Alban onto his back. Alban reaches for him again, taking Sonny’s hand and nuzzling it against his face. The contact makes him calmer, easier to breathe now with Sonny being close now.
“It-it’s warm,” he whines out.
A moment of silence passes, and then Sonny is pushing his nose against his neck, the solid warmth of his body much closer. Without thinking Alban drops his head back against the pillow, baring his throat even more to the other. Sonny makes a deep growl at this submissive display from his young master.
“Young master. Alban.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re in heat.”
For a second, Alban feels a brief but startling clarity; that’s not right. It’s impossible.
“I’m not. I’ve always been a beta.”
Sonny cradles his face, watching him carefully. His hand brushes Alban’s jaw, tipping his chin upward, fingers thrumming against his throat; Alban’s stomach twists, thighs squeezing together against the wave of want that shoots through him. There’s something wet dripping down the clef of his ass, making a wet spot under him, dripping onto his sheets. Sonny’s scent is all around him.
“I can’t be…”
Sonny places his hand on Alban’s knee, pushing them apart. In a daze, Alban lets him trail his touch, burning, scorching, up his thigh to his waistband. “Should I check for you then, young master Alban? Even though I can smell the heat on you”
“W-what?”
Sonny slips a hand into his silk pajama pants, cupping and groping his ass for a moment. Alban mewls at the touch, hips bucking upwards as he tries to desperately draw Sonny closer. This shouldn’t be happening, it can’t.
“That’s right, Alban. Like this.”
Sonny smells so good . His scent used to be so faint to Alban, he had gotten used to it being around the older male so much. But now, he can smell Sonny so clearly. The scent of bright citrus, with the warm and woody smell of lavender and cedar makes Alban feel safe, the underlying floral scent, jasmine Alban’s mind supplies, the both of them share this scent from being around each other so much. Alban buries his nose in Sonny’s neck and inhales, only a small amount of his self-control is keeping him from licking at the older male’s skin. Sonny’s fingers slide between his cheeks, rubbing against his hole; Alban whimpers and moans, spreading his own legs to let Sonny closer. It feels good to be under Sonny like this. He feels safe, and warm like nothing will harm him. Sonny lets out a pleased growl and Alban preens.
“Good, young master,” Sonny whispers, and then. “See. You’re so wet already.”
“A-ah, huh?”
A finger circles his hole. Sonny says again, “You’re dripping wet. And your hole is so soft, like it’s trying to suck my finger in.”
“Hng, w-wait! Sonny—”
Without warning, two fingers slip inside. Alban’s entire body flinches at the foreign sensation, his mouth falling open; there’s no discomfort, no stretch. It feels beyond good—it feels right , and the dull ache in him settles down. But Sonny doesn’t do anything else, he just presses his fingers against and into Alban’s walls, reaching deeper than Alban ever can, before drawing his fingers back out. Alban makes a pleading sort of noise, a sound he barely recognizes as his own, Sonny shushes him again, reassuring him that it’s okay.
“Look, Alban.” His fingers are wet. “Slick, I told you, you’re in heat.” He rubs them together, a pleased smile on his lips—then, in front of Alban’s eyes, he sticks them in his own mouth.
Alban lets out a strangled noise. “S-Sonny!”
Sonny licks his lips, “you taste good, Alban. You smell really good too.”
Alban’s face is burning from Sonny’s action, but he can’t seem to look around from Sonny’s eyes. “S-Sonny, you shouldn’t do something like that…It’s dirty.”
Sonny lets out a small chuckle, “nothing about you is dirty, Alban. Let me help you feel better. I can take care of you.”
Alban shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t have Sonny do this for him just because the other was his personal butler. “No, y-you can’t, Sonny.”
“Alban,” Sonny pleads. He grasps Alban’s knees, spreading his legs further; his fingers diffing into the flesh of Alban’s thighs, just shy of bruising. “You smell so good, Alban, please I can help you. Let me help.” His fingers return to Alban’s hole, stroking and circling it.
“H-hng no—”
“I want to taste you, Alban, please,” Sonny presses four fingers inside this time, and Alban’s body seizes up before taking them eagerly; Alban can hear his slick squelching between them as Sonny thrust his fingers in and out of Alban’s hole. “You’re so fucking hot inside, Alban.”
“No, stop S-Sonny!” Alban wails and thrashes, hands flying to cover his face at the sudden overwhelming pleasure that shoots up his spine. Sonny lets out an annoyed growl, prying his hands away from his face.
“Alban, don’t hide from me. Show me all of you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Sonny leans down to capture Alban’s lips.
Alban lets out a muffled cry as Sonny continues to fuck him roughly with his fingers, he’s so close to coming but whenever he is close, Sonny seems to slow down, wanting to take his time and savor this moment.
“Sonny, Sonny—”
“I can help you young master Alban, let me help you ease the pain. I will take care of you, so don’t cry.”
Alban can feel the rush of slick around Sonny’s fingers, still stroking him inside, searching. With Sonny’s reassurance, he wants nothing more than anything, the need to have Sonny inside of him, filling and stuffing him up.
“S-Sonny… Alpha, please .”
Sonny goes perfectly still over him. Alban is currently completely caged in by his body, his scent heavy in the air; he begs again, “Alpha, please.”
Sonny’s fingers leave his hole, making him let out a displeased whine. “Alban, tell me what you need, I will give all of it for you,” he says, voice coming out strained. Alban pulls Sonny closer, giving into his desires and instincts, and swiping his tongue over Sonny’s scent gland. Sonny snarls, jerking in his grasp, teeth bared, before he remembers himself and stops.
“Alban.”
“Please, touch me. Make a mess of me, Alpha. Make me yours .”
In the next second, Sonny is flipping him over. His weight settles on Alban’s back, pinning him down; Alban’s hips twitch into the sheets, slick continuing to drip down his thighs at the thought of Sonny finally fucking and marking him. “Alpha,” he pleads. Sonny shushes him soothingly, one broad hand slipping under his silk shirt—Alban shudders as his touch drags up his spine, raising his arms and letting Sonny take off his shirt.
“Good, young master,” Sonny sounds pleased. Alban mewls out loud, Sonny is taking his time and making him wait. “Lift up your hips, just like that, you’re such a good boy.”
“Look at you, Alban. Already so wet for me, you were made for this. I knew it.” Alban can’t help the clench of his hole at Sonny’s words, feeling the slick continue to drip out of him and making a wet spot below him. “You’re so sloppily wet, Alban. Even with four of my fingers inside of you, you’re still so tight and hot. It’s like you’re greedily sucking me in and not wanting my fingers to escape. Such a slut, my young master.”
Alban mewls. He presses his shoulders into the mattress, spreads his legs further apart, and arches his back—distantly, it comes to his mind that he’s presenting . Sonny makes a pleased growling noise again, and then he’s pressing the head of his cock to the curve of Alban’s ass. Alban lets out a small whine, his hips pushing backward, but any further attempts were stopped by Sonny’s hand on his neck, shoving his face into the pillow.
“Alban, stay still. I’ll be sure to take care of you so don’t worry.”
Alban starts to make a muffled complaint, only to be cut off into silence as Sonny’s cock begins pushing inside. It’s huge , too much for Alban to handle for his first time. Even with the slick to ease the way, the stretch aches—Alban forgets how to breathe as Sonny plunges his cock deeper inside, shoving the air out from his lungs with the sheer size of it. Alban can feel Sonny all the way up to his throat.
By the time Sonny is fully seated inside of him, Alban can barely think straight, all he can think about is Sonny’s heavy fat cock deep inside of him, and the way Sonny’s body and scent is surrounding him. Sonny buries his nose into his hair and playfully bites at his ears; Alban lets out a strained whine.
“Such a good boy for me, Alban,” Sonny growls out, and Alban shivers. “You were made for this, taking me so well, you’re so perfect for me.”
“Sonny…,” Alban gasps. Sonny runs his hand through his hair.
“Yes, young master?”
“Claim me, please?”
Sonny lets out a chuckle, pleased with how Alban is so accepting of him. “As you wish, Alban.”
Alban lets out a strangled moan as Sonny draws back before slamming back into his hole. Sonny is thrusting in and out of him so wildly and hard enough to send the bedframe rattling against the wall. Alban lets out a louder cry, the moan cutting off when Sonny only proceeds to fuck into him faster and harder.
“Hng—ah, Sonny!” Sonyn grinds their hips together, hands bruising around his waist, and Alban lets out a loud moan when he feels Sonny’s cock rub against his prostate. His vision blurs for a second before he manages to refocus himself. He can feel himself shaking from the overstimulation, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the sheet below him as Sonny continues to fuck and grind against that small bundle of nerve over and over again.
“This spot here?” Alban is shaking like a leaf, both hands grabbing the sheets below him. “Does it feel good here, Alban?”
Alban buries his face in the pillow, feeling the damp mess of his own drool and tears. He can’t do anything but moan wordlessly, he feels so good and so close. He wants Sonny to claim him already, marking him as his. His gut is coiling tighter, the heat burning and wanting release. The thought of that heat finally subsiding and calming down makes him twitch and push backward, fucking himself and matching Sonny’s thrusts. He’s so fucking close .
A firm grip prevents him from moving anymore. Alban whines and squirms the best he can; all he manages is a small laugh from Sonny above him.
“Alban,” Sonny croons while his fingers dig deeper into his waist. Alban is gasping and panting for breath, his orgasm was cut short due to Sonny suddenly stopping.
“ Uee , no,” he sobs out, his hand reaching down to his weeping cock. Sonny grabs his wrist before he can get a hand on himself. Then he’s moving Alban with ease, pulling him up with his back against Sonny’s chest and now on his lap, the new position is pushing Sonny’s cock even deeper inside. Alban cries out, shaking in place. “Please, please—”
“Alban,” Sonny whispers while nuzzling Alban’s face. Hosting Alban’s legs up and grabbing his thighs to spread them apart, gently lifts Alban up before pulling him back down on his cock. Alban scrambles to find some sort of grip but with this new position, he’s at Sonny’s mercy to just take and take. The only thing he can do is clench down uselessly on Sonny’s cock, trying to keep him inside.
“Sonny, stop, stop teasing,” he pleads. “Ple-please let me cum, please it hurts—”
Sonny presses a light sweet kiss to the side of Alban’s face. “Don’t cry, Alban. You just have to answer my question and I will give you what you want.” Alban lets out a whine again, he just wants to cum but Sonny keeps making him wait.
“Let me claim you, Alban. Let me make you mine. You’ll be my mate, right?”
Alban is trying to process the question, mate ? Is that what Sonny wants? For them to be together forever? Alban doesn’t mind saying yes but a part of him knew that as heir he shouldn’t say yes to Sonny. He has always loved Sonny but with the difference in their positions, their love will not work out.
Sonny continues to press small kisses to Alban’s face. Breaking him out of his thoughts, “Alban, I asked you a question, remember?”
“...Sonny, Sonny,” Alban starts, and then, “ Alpha . Alpha, please claim me, make me feel good.”
Sonny’s inner alpha lets out a roar, the omega, his omega , Alban is finally his. Sonny lifts Alban up again before slamming Alban back down on his cock, repeating this movement over and over again. Each time punching the air out of Alban’s lungs with the sheer force of having his prostate slammed into consistently.
Feeling the way Alban is shaking in this position, Sonny decides to shove Alban down onto the sheets again. He’s getting mounted like an animal , is all Alban can think with the way Sonny is slamming back into him with enough force to bruise. All it takes is a few more thrusts before his orgasm crashes over him, his vision whitening as Sonny continues to fuck him through the waves of pleasure.
“So-Sonny,” Alban mewls loudly. The scorching heat in his belly has subsided for now. Sonny licks and nips at his throat, before closing his mouth and pulling back, trying to restrain himself again.
“Alban, Alban, sorry,” he growls, continuing to thrusts insistently inside Alban. “Young master, please, I’m so close, please let me just—”
Alban can only whine at the overstimulation, everything is much more sensitive and painful now that his high is over. Alban’s cock weakly gives a twitch and leaks onto the sheets below. “Sonny, hng, ah—”
“Sorry,” he growls out. “F–fuck, Alban, I’m sorry, please just, just let me, let me use you for a little longer, sorry—”
“Sonny, alpha,” Alban moans out. “ Knot , knot, and claim me please.”
Sonny lets out a noise that was close to an animalistic growl; his next thrusts are messy and rough, at this point chasing after his own pleasure without a care for Alban’s own now. Alban can feel the base of Sonny's cock swelling, shoving past his rim, the knot is thickening—excitement courses through Alban’s body at the thought of being plugged up by Sonny’s knot and full of his cum. He wants Sonny’s cock to split him, and make him feel it for days.
“Alban,” Sonny bites his skin, “Alban, Alban—”
His hips shake, the fat knot pressing insistently against Alban’s sore entrance; Sonny snarls out before forcefully shoving Alban into the mattress even more until his knot pushes past the ring of muscles and is seated deep within the other. Alban screams before the noise chokes out into silence— Sonny grinds his knot directly into his prostate before he’s dumping his cum, scorching liquid floods Alban’s insides. Alban clamps down on him—so huge, filling him up to the brim, it’s almost too much that it makes Alban want to throw up—and Sonny’s hips pull a bit, his knot tugging on Alban’s rim.
“Ah fuck, Alban,” he groans before he proceeds to take Alban’s smaller cock in his hand. Alban is moaning loudly and shaking as Sonny jerks him off, his fingers so hot around his cock—when he cums, this time, all he registers is the intense blinding pleasure before his vision darkens to nothing.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t know what you were doing,” Uki crosses his arm as he gives a long hard look at Sonny. “You should count yourself lucky that his parents are so fond of you as well as the young master too.”
Sonny could only shake his head and laugh, “whatever do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb, I know what you’ve been putting into his tea. A beta suddenly turning into an omega for no reason? Unheard of.”
Sonny can only stare at his young master Alban’s bedroom door with an unreadable expression on his face. He knew what he did wasn’t the most ethical, but he couldn’t have Alban being married off to some stranger, not with Sonny still around. Whatever he needs to do, he will do it to have Alban chained to his side. After all, he loves his dear young master very much.
“Well whatever you do next, make sure that he stays safe and happy, or else I will see to it myself to rip you apart. There are many others that will do whatever to keep the young master safe as well, Sonny.” With a long look, Uki pats him on the shoulder before walking away.
Sonny brings his hand to his face before letting out a small sly smile, “don’t worry, I’ve been waiting a long time in order to make him mine. I won’t mess up so easily.”