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Exactly two weeks ago, Lin Ling was a normal, overworked, corporate slave working in advertising for top heroes like Nice and Moon. Everything in his life was going as smoothly as it could possibly go for someone like him – the bills were paid, his apartment was decent, and he could afford a few pieces of Moon’s merch here and there. Sure, he had some bad days where the overtime was frankly a bit too much, and maybe he lacked some close relationships in his life – friendly, romantic, and familial – but it wasn’t all bad.

With all that in mind, if you asked the Lin Ling of two weeks ago where he would be two weeks from then, he would have a pretty clear cut answer: still working in the same company, with the same clients, the same boss, the same coworkers who hog the free free coffee  – in short, everything would be the same. After all, what the hell could change so drastically in the span of two weeks?

Everything, apparently. 

Because he was in Hero Tower – a place of such high prestige, he was so sure that he would never be able to set foot inside – on the way to Nice’s floor. He couldn’t even be bothered to admire the view from the elevator or the few heroes he walked past in the lobby, since his nerves were completely getting the best of him. He was holding his phone with such a vice grip and was staring at the singular message on the screen from Miss J.

It happened. Go deal with Nice.

Lin Ling hated that he immediately knew what that meant and what he had to do. After all, he’d only known Nice for two weeks, and still, despite that, his body sprang into action after reading the message. For fuck’s sake he wasn’t even Nice’s alpha. He hated the fact that he responded like this to one measly text message about some omega. 

…Okay, well, it wasn’t just some omega, it was Nice. But after working with the man for two weeks, there were just one too many moments where he absolutely wanted to shove him down a flight of stairs, alpha-omega courtesy be damned.

The elevator dinged and came to a stop, signaling that he had arrived on Nice’s floor. Lin Ling sighed, pocketed his phone, watched as the pristine elevator doors slid open to reveal the obnoxious statue of Nice, and oh–

That is the pure, unadulterated scent of an omega in heat.

A desperate, unsated, and needy omega in heat. 

He can tell that much from the scent alone due to the undercurrent of bitterness he could smell coming from Nice. Lin Ling took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to take a few steps out of the elevator, and somehow the scent became even more potent, almost to the point where he could ignore the gaudy statue of the man himself in front of him that was displayed by the entrance. 

Standing there, he realizes that he’s never truly smelled Nice before. In fact, not many people really have, as Nice was always saddled with heavy-duty scent blockers and took heat suppressants of the highest grade. 

Because, to the public, Nice was an Alpha. 

And not just any kind of alpha, Nice was presented to the public as the model alpha of society; he was something other alphas strived to be. Honestly, Treeman could’ve settled for masquerading Nice as a beta, but no. They just couldn’t settle for just a beta Nice and had to make him an alpha.

The full truth was that Nice was an omega who had been continuously taking suppressants for far too long to the point that his body was rejecting the highest grade suppressants science could offer. Simply put, his body turned against him and he now has to undergo a heat with the full force of five years of suppressing his heats and nearly overdosing on suppressants.

Lin Ling's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a broken moan.

“Nghh..! Dammit..!”

He peers around the corner and he freezes in place. His breath hitches, his heart feels like it just leapt into his throat, his mouth parts yet no sounds come out. Maybe he was drunk on the scent of pure omega in heat, or perhaps it was because it was Nice – someone who once seemed so untouchable and far from reach to him – but Lin Ling swears he’d never had such an adverse reaction to an omega in heat before. He always considered himself to be in control of his instincts, sometimes even to the point where multiple people he encountered just assumed he was a beta. But with Nice… his pupils were dilated, his breathing was ragged, he could feel himself salivating, and he genuinely had to will himself to stay in place because–

Because the sight Nice presented was absolutely divine. He was debauched in a way Lin Ling wasn’t even sure if someone like him had the right to see. The usual tidiness due to his trust-induced OCD seemed to be an afterthought for the white haired omega in heat. Some pillows were haphazardly thrown to the floor, there were at least three tubes of lube, and a multitude of used sex toys were littered across his bed, still glistening with his slick.

Shit. The slick on those toys looked fresh. They were still glistening and looked absolutely soaked. He... he wanted to get a taste. To discover if Nice tasted as good as he smelled, to have the essence of Nice right on his tongue.

Just once. Just one time was fine, right? 

The alpha slapped both of his palms, attempting to snap himself out of the impure and vile thoughts circling his head.

Dammit! Snap out of it, Lin Ling! This was not how you were raised!!!

Nice let out another choked sound, something in between a moan and cry. He was on all fours in his bed, damp forehead pressed onto the pillow beneath him, with one hand aggressively shoving a dildo back and forth inside his cunt – and shit, it was pretty and pink and spread open so obscenely in a way so unbefitting for someone known as the perfect hero and alpha to the public. Fuck, this felt almost illegal to see. It felt wrong.  

Lin Ling continued to watch as Nice let out a frustrated whine, pressing his face further into the pillow – and were the water stains on the pillow from his sweat or his tears?

Lin Ling clenched his fists and felt his blunt fingernails digging into his skin. The white haired hero was so out of it – he was sure Nice hadn't even registered his presence in the room. He should really go and help the omega. His innate instincts were screaming at him to go to the omega, but…

Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to watch Nice suffer a little. Just a little, just a few more minutes of watching the omega get increasingly frustrated as he fucks the fake cock into his pussy, knowing that something like that couldn’t possibly compare to the comfort and pleasure a real knot could give. After all, it was Nice’s whole stunt that got him into this situation where he was stuck with the option of working for them or a memory wipe. 

So, he could have this right?

“Hngghh… please…” He stood there, legs completely frozen in place despite his brain telling him to go there and do something.

Those sounds – Nice’s sounds – definitely had an effect on him. 

He sighed. He was already more than hard from watching Nice fuck himself stupid. He hated himself for that a little, he hated Nice too. 

He took a step forward.

“Nice I–”

Clouded blue eyes snapped towards his direction, and somehow, if it was even possible, the scent of heat became so potent Lin Ling had to resist scrunching up his nose. He swears he could almost taste the damn scent of Nice on his tongue and he doesn’t know if that makes him want to run away and scrub his body raw and bleeding to rid himself of the stench or if it makes him want crawl inside Nice to a point where no one would be able to differentiate their scents from one another anymore. 

“You…” 

Lin Ling took a deep breath and approached the bed with slow steps. He stopped by the side of the bed, eyeing the omega warily. 

“Nice,” He began cautiously. “Miss J called and asked me to hel–”

A growl reverberated through the omega’s chest and echoed throughout the whole floor. 

Lin Ling freezes and gulps. Is Nice even in the right state of mind? Did Nice even know Miss J sent him here? Did he just look like some intruder barging in?

Before he could even say anything else, a pale hand gripped the collar of his shirt, tugged him downward, and a nose was sniffing at the side of his neck — okay, that was rude. Lin Ling’s alpha practically blanched at being handled in such a way because shouldn’t these positions be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one happily sniffing away? Or was that a prejudiced way of thinking nowadays?

As Nice was sniffing at his neck, he felt a dull fang graze his scent gland and immediately wrenched himself away, pushing Nice back to the grey bed. While he was definitely more docile compared to other alphas, that one definitely threw him off.

He hears Nice let out a breath huff and then pull away slightly. The omegas cheeks were still flushed, his gaze was unfocused, and when Lin Ling looked down he could see Nice’s puffy little cunt making a mess on the sheets, staining it further with copious amounts of slick.

“That hag sent you, huh? I suppose you’ll do.” Nice muttered.

God, Lin Ling wanted to punch him sometimes. But he just looked so pretty, too pretty.

Why was every part of Nice so pretty?

It simply wasn’t fair. Lin Ling’s instincts were screaming at him. 

Touch him.

Ruin him.

He’s yours now. What are you doing?

Lin Ling hesitates and moves down to the bed. He hates the way Nice still makes him so nervous. This wasn’t even his first time helping an unmated omega in heat. Why was he acting like some virginal alpha? His eyes darted around the bed, staring at the bottles of lube and toys littered around and assessing what he could use and how he should approach Nice. He sat in front of Nice, careful not to mess up the layout of the nest as omegas could be rather sensitive to those. 

“Nice?” He said, voice soft and gentle like the perfect heat partner he was ordered to be. “Omega–”

“Dont.” Nice’s face hardened, and the scent in the room soured. “Don’t call me that.”

Okay. Definitely not that, then.

Lin Ling’s eye twitched. Nice still somehow had so much sass left in him despite being in what probably was the most intense heat of his life. He didn’t even have any items scented by an alpha and the only thing he had to satiate himself before Lin Ling arrived was a knotting dildo that was plugging up is cunt in a way that Lin Ling was sure was unsatisfying for an omega. 

Nice sighed and rolled his eyes. “Never mind that. Are you really even an alpha? You’re so hesitant and skittish around an omega in heat...” The hero leaned back and parted his legs, spreading himself wide open, almost as if he was presenting himself to the alpha in front of him. Nice’s breath hitched as touched the base of the dildo that was still plugging up his cunt. He gripped the end of the dildo and gently pulled out the fake silicone toy in one movement, his pink folds parting as the toy slipped out. His gaze didn’t waver even once, he maintained constant eye contact with Lin Ling as if to say to him that he wasn’t just some regular ol’ omega desperate for an alpha. 

“Nghh…”

Lin Ling watched as the silicone toy was pulled out. For a few seconds, it was almost as if everything was in slow motion. The way the pink puffy lips parted and the way slick trickled out of his cunt and wet the sheets. Nice’s cunt was spread in a way that just seemed so inviting, so goddamn tempting that you couldn’t help but want to be inside of him, to bury yourself so deep into his being to the point of no return.

Before Lin Ling could even get a grip on his thoughts, a hand gripped at his hair and tugged him forward. He was put in a bit of a compromising position where he was practically face-to-face with a pretty pink sweet pussy — Nice’s pussy.

“Well, come on. Alpha up, won't you? Prove to me that you're more useful than these… toys.” Nice said as he eyed all the used and discarded sex toys littered around his bed. His gaze met Lin Ling’s once more, and Lin Ling swears that a heat-drunk omega should not have this much tenacity and sass left. Nice then smiled in an eerie way that didn't quite reach his eyes. “After all, it's your fault I’m in this position.” 

Before the Lin Ling’s brain could even catch up and process what the hell that even meant, Nice had tugged on his hair roughly, bringing him right in front of his throbbing and leaking pussy. Lin Ling swears he’s going dizzy from the pure, unfiltered scent of Nice that was coming right from the source. His mouth was forcibly pressed right against Nice’s folds, and his nose brushed against the neat and trimmed white pubic hair. 

Nice was staring him down. “Go on, eat me out. If you can get me to cum, I’ll let you fuck me.”

Lin Ling pulls away by the slightest bit, just enough to meet the intense gaze of the omega. That was not how this works! Why was Nice acting as if fucking him — knotting him to tide his heat over — was some sort of reward? He should be the one calling the shots here! He wanted to bite back, to give the omega a sharp retort, maybe he even wanted to pull away completely and then watch as Nice suffered and go through his heat alone. But instead, he decides to be the bigger man and just wrenches Nice’s hand out of his hair and goes down on him like a starved man. 

He shoves two fingers inside the omega’s sopping cunt and uses his other hand to reach for the hood of his clit to expose the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lin Ling exhales and then he latches on and sucks on the omegas clit.

“Ahh..!!” 

It was an instantaneous reaction.

Above him, Nice thrashes. His head tips back, and his legs instinctively close shut, trapping Lin Ling in between. Nice curses and places both of his hands on top of Lin Ling’s head, gripping onto his brown locks once more with his nails lightly digging into the alpha’s scalp.

“Good boy,” he rasped out, still so confident for someone who should be heat drunk and incoherent. Lin Ling’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a huff through his nose. He met the fiery gaze of the omega across him and cheekily grazed his clit with the sharp end of his canine tooth – not enough to hurt, definitely not a bite, but enough to get a reaction from the other man.

Nice harshly tugged on his hair once more, forcibly shoving his face farther into his cunt. “Ugh..! Watch it, will you?”

As if to spite him, Lin Ling wrapped his lips around his clit and sucked with renewed fervor as he crooked his fingers that were still petting at the insides of Nice’s pussy.

“Hnggff..!! Hey…!”

Nice’s hands scrambled to his mouth at a futile attempt to muffle up the indecent sounds he was making – he didn’t want to give the alpha the satisfaction of hearing his sounds. He can’t fucking believe it. Truly, how the mighty have fallen. He was lying there, with some snot-nosed and overly ballsy alpha in between his legs he met two weeks ago. The same pathetic alpha that had the gall to “save” him!

How embarrassing.

It’s too much!

It’s not enough…

Nice’s head was spinning, he wanted to just black out and wake up when his heat was over. Everything felt like a blur, the sensations were overtaking his body in a way that had never happened before. Why was he allowing some dumb alpha to touch him – to desecrate him – like this? After all… if this stupid boy just left him alone and let him jump off from that building that day, he wouldn’t be–

“AH! Fuck…!!”

All it took was for Lin Ling to lightly dig his thumb on NIce’s clit for him to let himself go and gush all over the brown haired alphas face, spilling himself stupid on the alphas mouth. Nice trembled and closed his eyes. Everything felt like it was too much, his body felt like it's going to gyrate off the bed. He doesn’t even want to think of the fact that that was the first time anyone had made him squirt like that. Or the fact that he did it on someone's face — even worse, it was the alpha he met two weeks ago when he was about to jump off a building. He was starting to realize just how humiliating this situation was. Nice groaned and let out one final breath before he allowed his body to go lax on the bed.

Meanwhile, Lin Ling was there, still caged in between Nice’s slender legs, completely stunned. The scent of the omega was all over him at this point, but the undercurrent tang of bitterness had long faded. Now… Nice smelled like morning dew. It’s very fitting, Lin Ling thinks. Nice was always like the sun to a lot of people. Lin Ling retracted his fingers and had the pleasure of watching the omega’s pretty cunt contract a few more times as he pulled his fingers out. He’s come to realize he enjoys watching Nice’s pussy leak. 

Lin Ling sat up and licked his lips, tasting the omega’s release on himself. 

“You…”

Squirted.

It’s so hot and it’s infuriating.

I feel like you should be the alpha here, and this dynamic really confuses me.

Nice groaned and sat up to stretch his limbs. He seemed to have regained a sense of clarity after climaxing and being sated by an alpha. However, it wasn’t a knot and they both know that this temporary relief won’t last long. Lin Ling glanced around the surrounding area, eyes darting around for something to wipe them both down. He spots a towel by the edge of the bed and reaches for it. When he grabbed it, he absentmindedly realized it smelled like Nice and had to resist bringing it up to his nose to sniff. After a short moment of hesitation, he moved towards nice – gently, slowly, not enough to activate the fight or flight instincts of an omega in bliss, and started to wipe him down. He started from the sweat on his forehead, to his neck, and gently made his way down, wiping his body inch by inch.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“It’s common courtesy. We might not be mates, but still, what would it say about me if I didn’t even bother to do this much?”

“...Do what you want then, you stubborn… alpha.” 

Lin Ling blinked. “You hesitated on that last bit there. Did you also doubt I was an alpha?” Not that he would blame Nice, a lot of people have questioned his Alpha status, simply because he was so un-alpha-like. Alas, all of his tests had revealed he was an alpha, albeit a very tame one who could pass as a beta really well. 

“I know you’re an alpha, I saw your profile when Miss J hired you. You’re just so… not alpha-like at all. Regular alphas would’ve jumped at me the moment they stepped into this room. But you, you were completely and truly unaffected. It almost made me wonder if I had lost my charm as an omega after masquerading as an alpha for so long.”

Lin Ling shook his head. “That’s not true at all. I was very affected when I stepped in here, and I still am.” Hence, his very prominent hard-on. “I just have better control than most, I think. You should give yourself some credit, too. You were able to pass as an alpha extremely well. If I never got caught up with you, Miss J, and Treeman, I would’ve probably always believed that you were an alpha.”

“Ha, I wish,” Nice muttered.

“Next time, then, maybe I’ll let you peg me.” Lin Ling said absentmindedly as he finished wiping Nice down.

Ah, shit. Did he say that out loud?

Nice’s posture straightened instantly. His eyes met Lin Ling’s and they both looked like deer caught in headlights. Did Nice hear that correctly? Lin Ling would.. An alpha would…No, Lin Ling would let an omega top him? Things like that never usually happen. Alphas were naturally prideful and dominant and would rather die than have an omega peg them.

“I-i.. I mean– Never mind!!! Forget I said that!” Lin Ling yelled out, face now flushing like crazy. He looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Nice’s gaze travelled downward, and maybe it was the heat, or maybe he was going crazy, but he swore Lin Ling somehow just got harder. “I’m getting us some water! Staying hydrated during heats is important!”

The white haired hero watched as the alpha walked off, huffing and puffing, clearly still embarrassed. Nice now understands why Miss J chose to send Lin Ling here to be his… heat partner , as much as that pains him to say. Lin Ling was an unorthodox alpha, and Nice was an unorthodox omega, built upon years of surrounding himself with alphas, pretending to be an alpha, and forcibly rejecting every omega-like aspect in his life. 

Contrary to the belief of Miss J, Nice knows his body pretty well. He knew months ago that his body would reject suppressants soon enough, and he planned to end things before it came to that point. It would be killing two birds with one stone. He wouldn’t have to deal with the weight of being a top hero, and he wouldn’t need to experience this dreaded heat coming in full force with no trustworthy alpha to help. It was a win-win for him. 

Until a stupid snot-nosed, knot-headed alpha decided he was going to play hero and attempted to save him by jumping off alongside him. At first he was pissed off, but now, he’s not quite sure anymore. He’ll re-evaluate his stance on the boy once his heat passes. He sighs and wraps himself in his blanket.

While he was caught up in his thoughts, a glass of water was shoved in front of his face.

“Drink up. You’d be surprised how many omegas get dehydrated during their heat without realizing it.”

“I didn’t know you were such an expert.”

“I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but… Well, you saw how I reacted to you – how I didn’t immediately jump your bones and try to claim you – so I’ve been sought out as a heat partner here and there. I don’t do it as much anymore since I started working in advertising, but it actually pays pretty well.” 

Once Nice had finished the water, Lin Ling took the empty glass from his hands and set it aside. He moved to sit back down on the bed next to Nice. “Just so you know, I’m not leaving till your heat passes.”

“Excuse me?” Nice turned to look at him, his face genuinely shocked. 

Lin Ling blushes, heat rushing to his cheeks. “I-i’m your heat partner, not a knot-and-run. Miss J technically left you in my care for your heat!” He muttered shyly, in a way so un-alpha-like it was almost cute. “And I need to knot you at least once today to tide your heat over. I know your head feels clearer now from orgasming with an alpha’s presence, but it won’t last long without a knot, okay?”

Nice blinked.

Nice’s heart did a thing he didn’t want to acknowledge just yet.

He smiled begrudgingly and tugged Lin Ling towards him, their faces now only a few inches apart. “What was that you said earlier about me pegging you next time?” 

He didn’t let Lin Ling say anything in response quite yet, though. Instead, he opted to push him down onto the mattress, reveling at the satisfaction of having an alpha pinned underneath him, underneath an omega. “You’re quite bold to assume there would be a next time, you know?”

“It was a slip of the tongue!”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“What?” 

“I said, ‘It doesn’t have to be.’ It doesn’t have to be just a slip of the tongue. Next time, we can…” Nice trails off, smiling and blushing a tad bit as if he was already picturing the scene in his pretty little head. “...But for now,” He placed a hand on Lin Ling’s chest coyly, his thumb purposefully brushing a nipple. Lin Ling shivered beneath his touch. 

“Strip and come give me a knot, you snot-nosed alpha.”

Lin Ling chuckled. He sat up a bit to strip off his shirt in a swift motion. His pants and boxers quickly followed, and he tossed all his articles of clothing to the floor without a care. Nice tensed up and glanced at the pile of discarded clothes with disdain in his eyes, as if Lin Ling had just committed a crime against him. 

Lin Ling’s eyes widened. Right, Nice’s OCD. He must feel like crawling out of his skin now that he realizes the state of mess on his bed and on the floor with all the toys, clothes, and pillows scattered everywhere. Maybe they should both clean up first before they resume their activities.

“Ah. Sorry, I’ll go get–”

“No, don’t. There’s no need.” Nice interrupted. 

The omega pushed him back down on his back and settled on top of him – most alphas would get majorly turned off in a position like this where an omega is on top. Lin Ling doesn’t mind it that much, though. In fact, some part of him buried deep inside preferred it, but he doesn’t think he could ever admit it. 

“My brain is still a bit heat-addled and my instincts are screaming for a knot to the point where it's overpowering my OCD. But we should still clean up later.” Nice said as his hands found its way to Lin Ling’s cock. 

“Okay, then,” He replied as he let his body relax. He stared up at Nice, his brown eyes meeting the others' blue ones. He tried to analyze Nice’s expression and body language, trying to piece together the puzzle that was the rank no. 15 hero. He looked… Happy? No, that's not quite it. He looked relaxed and calm – truly relaxed and calm.

For once, Nice looked as if he was at ease.

And Lin Ling?

Lin Ling was a little proud of himself for that because Nice had said multiple times that he didn’t like him, and he had made that clear ever since the day Lin Ling “saved” him. He wasn’t sure if saved was the right word, honestly. To Nice, he probably caged him. Locked him back and trapped him once more in a golden cage. The only difference this time was that Lin Ling was trapped with him. Perhaps, this situation will be the turning point that they both need to forge their relationship into something more workable. Or maybe not, it could just be the heat and pheromones talking, and they’d go back to hating each other and making snide comments by next week.

A flick to his forehead brought Lin Ling back to reality.

Lin Ling’s brows scrunched up. “Ow!”

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and– nghh!!”

Without warning, Nice lifted himself up and sunk down into his cock, enveloping him in a tight and fiery heat. Lin Ling let out a garbled moan in response, his eyes rolling back to his head as he gripped the grey sheets under his fingers.

Nice smiled, his blue eyes glistening under the dim lighting of the room. “Good alpha,” he cooed. He gently took Lin Ling’s hands and unfurled his fingers from the vice grip he had on the sheets. Slowly, he brought both of the alpha’s hands to his waist for him to grab onto. “Here, you can touch.”

Lin Ling turned away and gripped his waist tightly, his blunt nails digging into the pale and unblemished skin. “I don’t like you.” He gritted out between whimpers.

Nice let out a soft sound – it was somewhere between a coo and a scoff. He supposed ‘I don't like you’ was a promotion from ‘I hate you.’ He placed both of his hands on Lin Ling’s chest to steady himself. “I know.” He took a deep breath and lifted himself up, feeling a few inches of the alpha’s cock slide out of him before letting gravity take over and sinking back down.

“A-Ahh..!!” Lin Ling whimpered. The hands on Nice’s waist tightened their grip to a point that Nice was sure it would leave visible finger-shaped marks by tomorrow. But Nice liked this. He liked having an alpha under him and at his mercy. It was a different type of pleasure altogether, and it was something he could seldom obtain due to the instinctively dominant nature of alphas. 

Nice continued this motion, going up and sinking back down repeatedly as Lin Ling whimpered under him. He moved slowly, intending to tease the alpha and milk all of the satisfying reactions and microexpressions out of him. He discovered that he quite liked the face Lin Ling made when he’d only leave the tip of his cock inside before going back down in a swift motion.

“Lin Ling,” he called out, snapping Lin Ling out of his trance of pleasure. 

“What – mmm – is it?” That was the first time that Nice called him by his name since he had arrived here.

Nice – still riding him – reached out to grab a strand of his brown hair. “You should dye some parts of your hair white.” The hero said casually, twirling one strand of hair between his fingers as he rode the alpha.

“What?” Out of surprise, Lin Ling jolted upwards abruptly, unintentionally burying himself deeper into Nice.  

“Guh..!” Nice moaned, falling forward towards the brown haired alpha. Lin Ling caught him by the shoulders and supported his weight. He looked straight into Lin Ling’s eyes, and their faces were only a few inches apart. “You – ahh – look a bit like me, y’know? You should dye your hair white, maybe get some highlights.” 

Lin Ling rocked back into him. “Ew. I don’t want to look like you.” 

Nice increased his pace, riding the alpha underneath him even faster. Lewd sounds of skin hitting skin echoed throughout the whole area. “Who knows, maybe in another universe you failed to ‘save me’ and take my spot as a Nice.”

“What… What the hell are you talking about? How would that even work?”

Nice simply chuckled, eyes closing in pure bliss as he ignored the question. Whatever. Lin Ling didn’t want to think of something as horrid as that anyway. In what world could he take over as Nice. Psshhh. Yeah, right. As if. 

Lin Ling stared at Nice, whose face was inches away from his. He observed how his face scrunched up in bliss, how he would bite his lip, how he tried – and failed – to conceal his moans. Then, Nice’s pace shifted into something less controlled into something more erratic and instinctual. His head fell back and his eyes screwed shut as he continued his motions. 

He’s close.

Thank god I was able to confirm with Miss J that Nice was on birth control…

Lin Ling bit his lip and grunted at one particularly rough movement from the omega. Ah, he’s close as well.

“Inside?” Lin Ling asked softly in between grunts. It was a stupid question, because that was exactly why he was here, to give Nice a knot.

Of course, Nice looked at him in a way that conveyed the message: ‘Are you an idiot? Where else?’

“Okay, okay, sheesh, I got it. I’ll cum and knot you inside, bossman.” At that, Nice still somehow managed to throw him a scornful and judging look right before it was interrupted by a look of pure bliss only achievable by an omega in heat. 

He’s close now…

Lin Ling rocked back into him once more, harder this time. Then, Nice moaned – a loud one, something that he wasn’t able to muffle up anymore. Lin Ling watched, completely awestruck and breathless at the sight presented to him, at the sight of Nice’s climax as he thrashed above him. Lin Ling wasn’t far behind; the sight of Nice falling apart on his cock was more than enough to tip him over the edge. 

“AHHH–!!” 

Without thinking, he pulled Nice down by the shoulders, pressing their damp foreheads together, with their chests touching as well. In this position, he was able to watch Nice’s microexpressions up close as he came inside and while his knot inflated. He ingrained this image of Nice to his memory – the way he closed his eyes as he felt the alpha spill inside him, every time he bit his lip as his knot inflated, and when his brows would furrow whenever either of them moved even the slightest bit.

They both settled down, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room. They would be stuck like this for at least another 30 minutes until his knot goes down enough for Nice to slip out. It wasn’t that bad of a position to be stuck in, Lin Ling was on his back and Nice was lying atop of him. 

Nice was really pretty like this. For once, he actually resembled an omega rather than the alpha persona that he put on regularly for the masses. Any alpha would be lucky to have Nice, but would Nice even grant that privilege to any alpha? What a silly thought, honestly. Nice would never do something like that. This in itself was already a rarity, a one in a million occurrence, that would probably never happen again–

Before Lin Ling could continue to get lost in his own head, he felt a hand gently petting at his head. He felt  fingers gently carding through his strands of hair and nails brushing against his scalp in a way that made him preen–

“What – what are you doing?”

“I’m petting you.”

“I can see that.” Lin Ling was even more confused because wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? The alpha should comfort the omega during post-climax and whatnot? This dynamic between them is really making his head spin. “But why are you petting me?”

Nice’s hand stopped for a moment, and Lin Ling would never admit it, but it felt really good, and he wanted Nice to keep going.

“You look like you needed it,” Nice responded. He then continued to pet Lin Ling's hair once more. It was making him sleepy and it made him feel things in his chest that he didn’t want to think about. 

Lin Ling’s mouth parted. No words came out. The hand that was gently untangling the knots in hair trailed down gently – too gently – to cup his cheeks. Nice’s thumb stroked his face, he didn’t even want to begin unbottling what that meant for the both of them. 

Then, for what felt like the thousandth time, Nice’s blue eyes met his brown ones. Except, this time, neither looked at each other with poorly concealed disdain. Nice was looking at him like… like he was something precious and coveted.

A thumb brushed against his cheek tenderly. “You’re a good alpha, Lin Ling.” 

Lin Ling… did not even want to acknowledge the weight and unsaid words behind that statement. Not yet, anyway. In fact, he should flick Nice’s hand away and off his face. But no, he wouldn’t do that to an omega in heat, even if it was Nice. 

“You’re being weird,” he mumbled. “And you’re heavy. And my leg is cramping.”

Nice seemed to return to being semi-normal and resumed petting his head. “Too bad. We’re stuck here until your damn knot goes down.”

“Hey, this damn knot is the reason why your heat has gone down.”

Nice chuckles. “Yes, it is. I understand fully now why Miss J chose to send you, of all people up here as my heat partner.” Nice’s nails scratch a spot on his scalp and he instinctively leans into the touch, feeling the tension in his body disappear from that touch. “Aww. Now, there’s a good alpha.”

Never mind. Nice is being weird again. 

“I’m not a dog. Knock it off.”

Nice simply grinned, ever-pleasant, and as if he didn’t just get the living daylight fucked out of him with a fat knot still burried deep in his cunt.

“So, about that next time…” 

A pillow was shoved into his face. 

“I’m NOT letting you peg me!”