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Casey was in hell, he had decided. A personal hell that he was subjugated to for always trying to get into the pants of the older omega that he roomed with. He took a heavy sigh as he listened to the noises coming on the other side of the paper thin walls the whole day, pathetic mewls and moans as Ryland had tried to work through his cycle.
Grace hadn't mentioned going into heat any time soon, despite often being an open book. One day Casey had just come home to the apartment with a sweet smell lingering in the hall. It was only when he'd gone into his bedroom to change he'd realized what it was, the poor omega suffering through heat, alone.
He sighed softly as he kept his back pressed against Ryland's bedroom, closing his eyes as he listened. The man seemed to be in a break between his bouts of heat at the very least, an eerily silence over the entire space. He had a plate of fruit in his hand and a few water bottles tucked under his arm, his inner alpha whining and begging that the unmated omega had to be taken care of. He were in Casey's den apartment, under his care, so Ryland had to be pampered in a state like this.
Casey's hands were shaking where he stood though. They'd never breached this kind of thing between them before, never had to. Ryland had been on suppressants so long that when they met that most were under the assumption the man was a beta. It was only when moving in together two summers ago that Casey had found Ryland's nest- tucked in his closet no less- and had found himself wondering past that point.
Ryland always left the apartment when Casey had a rut too, a blessing and a curse.
Still, this wasn't about him right now, it was about the omega in his territory that needed to be taken care of. The silly omega who ignored his biology for years, who didn't care anything about scents or packs. Casey couldn't understand that part, but while Ryland was living with him they were going to be packmates in his head.
Casey tried the door slowly, thankfully unlocked. The scent of the man's heat instantly hit him, his hindbrain twitching at the mere idea of a fertile omega to paw after. He shook his head firmly, trying to ignore the pleasant swoon coming over him at the sea salt and dew smell filling all of his senses at once, an almost caramel sweetness under it.
A little sugary, a little milky, wholly omega.
Casey carefully stepped into the room, eyes easily passing over the empty bed. Ryland wouldn't be there, he knew that, but his senses still perked up in alarm. He bit down on the inside of his cheek as he took a step in, shifting around to look at the closet. The door of it was entirely open and the light inside of it was off. There was firm blankets spilling into the doorway though, walls of a nest that had only gotten bigger with Ryland's heat.
Casey went over to it like he was in a trance. He didn't know what he was thinking with, his normal brain, the alpha in the back of his mind, or maybe his dick that was very much now twitching in his pants. It was stupid to approach an omega in heat's nest so quickly, unannounced and uninvited. He knew that Ryland had a mean streak to him, had let the man flash his fangs and scruff himself when he thought that Casey was doing something out of step. His legs swooned a little at the thought, imagining the omega's hand grabbing the back of his neck to keep him lax and good so he could-
Something. So he could something that Casey should not be thinking about.
Pheromones were a bitch.
Casey stood over the edge of the nest and looked in, curiosity invading his mind. The alpha in him had to check, had to make sure his packmate was okay, with his own eyes. Ryland was laying down in his nest right now, splattered out like a starfish in exhaustion. His face was flushed and his breathing hitched as he slept, eyelashes peacefully brushed against his cheeks.
The nest was nicely made where he slept at least, an approving rumble crawling out of Casey's throat. Ryland was safe and comfortable here, tucked away from prying eyes in comfort. He had various items and a few weak scents mixed in with his own, from another friend or two Ryland trusted enough to comfort him through this time.
He was also wearing Casey's jacket. The jean one with a fleece lining that the mechanic would usually wear at work in the cold, the dark denim hiding any stains. Ryland swore up and down he hated the thing, saying it was drenched in his sweat and needed to be properly washed. Casey had done just that a week ago and it had promptly disappeared.
He assumed he left it at the mechanic shop.
Ryland never said otherwise.
It stood out like a sore thumb in a nest filled of otherwise soft and simple clothing. Maybe it was because Ryland was wearing it he might only really felt the fleece, which might be soft enough for an omega nest, but the jean fabric would not be kind to the man's sensitive skin in this time. Driver sighed softly as he knelt down at the edge of the nest, putting down the plate and bottles.
He should wake Ryland up, make sure he eats and drinks and leave.
He does not want to leave.
Casey stared down at the prone omega, breathing through his mouth. He was panting like a dog, he knew this, but if he breathed through his nose then the pheromones would just get worse in his head. Still, he could watch, he could stand guard, that was… fine.
His eyes ran over the walls of the nest, studying it carefully. Up by Ryland's head was his favorite quilt, rolled up and presumably out of the way to not get dirtied. There was the soft blanket they usually kept on the living room couch too, Ryland's face shoved into it. Casey had it last night though, collapsed from a hard shift at work right on the couch before heading back out the next day to go back. He could still faintly smell himself in the air of the nest if he tried and- oh.
Ryland had taken the time to pillage some of Casey's clothes, a few t-shirts with grease stains that couldn't get out, one of his pillows from his bed too.
Ryland had really been purposeful with what he added to his nest for his heat, having showered the apartment while Casey was gone for whatever suited his fancy. It made his inner alpha croon in delight, happy how comfortable the fellow omega must've been.
Their scents mixed nicely together too.
Casey just stared and watched the other man sleep, bundled up in the jacket and a pair of thin cotton underwear. Why the omega felt the need to keep so much on when he was feverish he wouldn't be able to understand, but he appreciated the view. The garment clung to the man's hips nicely, a rich black in color. Casey leaned in as he looked at it, eyes darting over the mound behind it through spread legs.
There was a spot soaked in slick right there.
A soft growl rung out from his throat before he could stop it, biting down hard on his cheek. He couldn't wake Ryland up, he wanted to let the man rest. It had been so long since he had a heat and he was probably suffering and exhausted.
Casey sighed softly as he breached into the nest.
This was bad, this was so very bad. Even an omega as soft as Ryland surely would gnash his fangs at Casey for coming in uninvited. Even Ryland, who was all gentle touch and praises, wouldn't take kindly to an intruder, no matter how familiar they were.
Still, Casey yearned. Casey's alpha wanted to growl, wanted to protect, to help. It wasn't satisfied watching from afar, not when it's nearby omega was so stricken with heat and left wanting. Casey pawed around the nest carefully, rubbing his scent onto a few things. It would comfort the omega, it would help Ryland. His scent was already there, he was wanted, this was all he'd do.
Casey knew that was a lie. He fumbled around in the flat part of the nest, pawing under blankets in clothes. He couldn't find anything, nothing for Ryland to relieve himself with. He whimpered at the realization, his omega wasn't being properly taken care of at all! Ryland was a strong man, easily embarrassed too. It would do him no good to deny himself like this, he might even become heat stricken.
Casey crooned softly as he knelt between the man's legs. Careful fingers kept distance between their skin as he traced over the hem of the panties, looking carefully. He could see the man's minor scent glands on the insides of his thighs all puffy and covered with a thin layer of slick. He carefully slid his thumb across one, ignoring the fire in his groin at the puff of heat soaked scent that got released into the air, and then slid that thumb over his tongue.
Fuck.
His hips thrusted into the air at nothing from the taste alone, a pleasant cloud of hormones wrapping around his head. He was a goner, Casey would have to be bad. His poor omega was suffering while tasting so good and his inner alpha wouldn't let it stay that way.
He shifted down to rub his nose on the man's panties, a soft grumble coming from his throat. So good, so so pretty. His omega was nice and relaxed, peaceful in this nest that smelt just like the two of them. He dragged his nose purposefully against the seam behind cotton, feeling slicken folds stick to the fabric. He caught on the man's cunt slightly and pushed forward, a hot breath leaving his lips at the wet noise.
He was such a bad alpha.
Casey opened his mouth and tilted his head back, lapping at the slickened underwear carefully. He could taste his omega right through them, like they weren't even there, and his head swam. Demanding little grinds of his tongue were given against the man's core, eyes rolling back into his head at the taste.
Pretty, pretty omega. Needy omega.
Casey lapped his tongue up the entire length of the man's folds, tip of his tongue catching on the man's clit. Ryland flinched his hips up at the contact and the alpha quickly pulled away, eyes wide as he looked up. His entire face and neck smelt like Ryland, smelt like omega heat. Still, no matter how long he waited Ryland's eyes never opened, he was never shoved away.
Oh his poor omega….
Casey dove back down to the man's cunt, lapping it up excessively. He was drooling all over it, he knew that, like Ryland was some meal to be had. And maybe he was, considering the puffs of pheromones released against either side of Casey's head as he drunk between folds. It was full course meal of sensory overload and he was living in it like it was his divine right.
Tongue pressed against the soaked spot the fabric again, mouthing at the man's hole. Ryland let out a little whine, soft enough Casey's could barely hear it. Still, he tilted his head down to cram his nose against the poor, abandoned clit, grinding into it carefully.
He was well rewarded for that one, another puff of heavily heated omega pheromones filling the air. It smelt milky this time, trying to draw in the alpha for breeding, showing how good it can be. Casey went crossed eyed as he turned to lap at the scent glands on the man's thighs, greedily drinking them in until wet thrusts against his cheek brought him back.
So so needy.
Casey crooned softly to comfort his omega, pawing at his hips for him to settle down. Ryland seemingly took it in stride though, relaxing down into his nest like he should. Casey let out a soft chirp of approval at the man's actions, thumbs sinking under the man's underwear to pull them down.
And Ryland was utterly soaking.
The alpha felt his cock strain against his jeans in want, but it didn't matter. He pried the underwear from Ryland's ankles and stuffed them in his back pocket. This was helping the omega through his heat, not some kinky fantasy. This wasn't about him, he didn't need to cum, and he willed it out of his head entirely as he looked at puffy folds and the trail of hair from Ryland's navel down to his beautiful pussy.
Casey leaned back down again in amazement, his brain nicely full of the omega's scent. All that was in his head was Ryland, his pussy, needing to see him finish, needing to help through this wave of heat. He could be a good alpha, he could provide, he was good good good, so good to Ryland. So good for Ryland.
Casey dove back down between those strong thighs, dragging his cheek over the man's hair. It was surprisingly fluffy in its neat little curls, darker than Ryland's normal hair. He felt content as it scratched against his clean face, a soft sigh sputtering over the other man's skin. He pressed soft kisses around the edges of it, up to the man's navel before having another path down.
He couldn't take his mouth off of the other man, too keen on the prickly sensation on his skin. It was like he was made to be here, in sensory heaven. His tongue darted out to lap between the man's folds, a large broad stroke. The taste of slick properly in his mouth was divine and he squeezed his own knees tightly.
Oh he could die a happy man.
Casey lapped at the man greedily, like a dog to water. It was like Ryland's pheromones and human taste just under were just perfect, the taste clinging to his taste buds. He was careful to keep his tongue going in the same motions over and over, not wanting to mess this up. He pressed down further into Ryland's pussy until he could feel the man's pelvic bones digging into his cheeks. A soft hum left his throat as he pressed his tongue into that wet, deep heat, surrounding himself in the omega's essence.
It was good.
So so so good.
Casey flicked his tongue inside of the man, pressing it as deep as it could go. It was a little awkward, a crick already forming in his neck, but he refused to move Ryland away from his comfortable position. His omega was all settled down in his nest, comfortably cute, so it didn't matter how much strain Casey had to go through. Ryland shouldn't be disturbed, shouldn't be left wanting, had to be well taken care of. Casey had to take care of him, he was Casey's and Casey was his.
He wondered if it was possible to get drunk off of slick.
Casey groaned as the tastes on his tongue, laping at Ryland's gaping hole greedily. It was so good, so crisp, all Ryland Ryland Ryland. His omega was going such a good job, soft little whines leaving his mouth every time Casey pulled back for a breath. The poor thing was so impossibly needy, pussy gushing as he non-verbally begged and begged.
And Casey couldn't deny.
He shifted around on his shoulders, nosing up the man's folds to his clit again. The tip of his tongue carefully circled the bud, testing its sensitivity. It made Ryland squirm a little, hips jerking down, but Casey shushed him softly. His thumb slid over the man's hip bone to lull him, continuing with his soft ministrations. Ryland was sososo sensitive on his cute little clit, just barely touching it causing him to slicken right back up what Casey had almost licked clean in his greed.
The alpha wrapped his lips around the man's clit, pulling it in for a gentle suck. Hearing the soft little sleepy moan that left his omega's lips was almost musical, a soft little keen that made Casey's hips jerk into the nest. He sucked harder on the man's clit, greeting it with his tongue grinding against it. Everything just smelt and tasted like Ryland, Casey's hands sliding over the thick meat of his thighs with his typical greed.
Casey loved this, loved Ryland.
He took a second to breath, faced shoved down in the man's pussy. One of his hands had joined him between the man's thighs, gently running up and down the seam in a tease. It didn't take much for the pads of his fingers to get soaked, especially as he dipped the tip of his knuckles in as a tease.
Ryland was covered in a soft blanket of sweat, usual in heats. His cunt was dripping greedily for any kind of contact and Casey sat up, watching the man's face. Despite all the ministrations and teasing he still looked rather calm where he laid asleep, pliantly awaiting more with his lewd scent in the air.
Casey's fingers gathered up all the slick they could, even pinching and rubbing at the man's clit to watch him spurt out more. He held his breath for a moment as he rested them at the entrance of Ryland's core, watching it twitch greedily. He kept his eyes on his omega's face as he slowly pushed them inside, soft lips parting in a sleepy keen.
So so pretty.
Casey dove back down to the man's clit as he slowly pulled his digits in and out. Ryland was clenched down all around him, needy and perfect. Casey helplessly had to give him what he wanted, had to provide, there was no other option for them. He gave little kitten licks to the bud in his mouth before slurping it up, fingers pressed in deep to that wet heat.
The audible noise of their coupling filled the closet, lewd in a way Casey craved. He pressed in deep and felt around to that spongy part he knew Ryland had, sharply sucking on the man's clit. The poor omega thrashed a little at the contact, scent blooming in pleasure. The alpha let a deep rumble come from his chest as he moved his fingers faster, rubbing and thrusting as he tongue greedily roamed the other man's mound.
His omega was so so so good for him. So good for coming on Casey's tongue and fingers. He pulled them away to replace with his tongue, greedily slurping up all of the man's slick and cum. Notes of satisfied omega filled the air, a softer sweetness to them. He nuzzled into the man's thigh scent gland with a wet kiss before licking up the slick that his chin had smeared there.
He licked up both of the man's thighs, a soft sigh coming from his lips. All he could smell was happy happy omega, the wave of heat taken care of. His brain was pleasantly mush as he pulled away, looking at Ryland.
His hair was a mess, like it always was, tampered down with a little sweat. Hands were clutched as he held on tightly to his nest, face buried in a pillow now. The man chest, barely covered by Casey's jacket, breathed a little deeper in his sleep. Ryland was licked clean in between his legs at the very least, clit throbbing from stimulation. He smiled softly as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the man's groin, pulling a blanket over.
Ryland could sleep now that he was taken care of, Casey had done a good job after all. He ran his wrists over the edge of the man's blanket, making sure that it was a comforting scent. Only then did he scramble away, careful to not disrupt the integrity of the nest as he got out.
He couldn't ruin the place in his overpowering need to get off. Casey stumbled out of Ryland's bedroom, firmly closing the door behind him. He pulled out the omega's simple cotton panties and sniffed them, a soft trill leaving his throat.
They were nice.
Covered in Ryland's needy scent still.
He stumbled back out to the living room, feeling like his own bedroom was far too close to Ryland's. He flopped down onto the couch with a heavy sigh, brain still pleasantly abuzz. Everything was Ryland's, Ryland was everything. He shifted around comfortable, nosing at his reward. Slick still clung to it on the spot and Casey's hummed sleepily, trapped by needy pheromones.
His hand reached down to his jeans to finally pull them off, the denim sticking to his legs. He kicked them off onto the floor with a heavy sigh, his cock straining at his underwear. It was easy to pull out, familiar to him, but the pleasant feeling of wrapping his hand around his engorged length was lost to him. He was still all up in a buzz caught in Ryland's almost milky scent, brain caught up in how good his omega was.
He lapped at the panties in his hand before sucking them into his mouth. He bit down on them and his brain went a little dumb. Casey rumbled out a soft mimic of a purr as he wrapped his arms around a pillow.
Ryland Ryland Ryland.
That's all that was on his mind, all that was in mouth. He had the omega as his and that was all that mattered, alpha satiated with just him.
Always just Ryland.