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“He still sulking about it?” Price asked as Johnny backed out of Simon’s nestroom, smelling like alpha in rut.

Johnny snorted, rolling his eyes as he clicked the door shut so that the rest of his pack wouldn’t get flooded with his alpha’s pheromones. “Yep. You’d think he wants to break his dick more.” 

“I can hear you, you know!” Simon’s muffled voice called from inside his room, and Johnny snorted.

“Feel awful just leaving him there, but what can I even do? He broke his fucking boner, ‘s doctors orders not to get it up for at least three more weeks, rut be damned.”

“It’s gonna kill me Johnny! Hate this fuckin’ cage!”

“Oh shut it! You’re not even an omega, you can sit out your rut just fine!”

“Hate you!”

“Love you too, I’ll have your dinner in a minute. Try and keep your head clear, okay?”

A disgruntled grumble, nearly an actual Growl, came through the closed door and Johnny put a finger up warningly at Price as he pressed his lips together trying not to laugh.

“I feel bad for him, I really, really do, but if I take the cage off him the second he gets back into rut proper it'll try and fuck me, and if I have to take him back to the fucking ER and say ‘yeah, he broke his baculum three weeks ago and then went into rut and decided sod it I’ll fuck my omega anyway,’ I will blueball him for a month after the damn thing’s healed!”

“I heard that too!”

“Simon! Shadup!” Johnny turned down the hall towards the kitchen with Price trailing behind him. “What is it with you alphas and acting like not getting your dicks wet while you’re in rut’ll kill you?”

Price sighed, almost a laugh, and nodded along with Johnny’s rant as he worked his way around the kitchen; he was probably used to all Johnny’s complaints by now. Being an omega in the military was hard enough just because of the stereotypes, but before Johnny had joined he'd never even considered the fact that alphas were melodramatic idiots and he’d be stuck working around them.

“I mean seriously! You don’t even have to deal with a lowgrade fever, let alone the fact that shit can just randomly go off the rails and try to cook you alive in your own skull!” Johnny glared playfully at his pack alpha, daring him to say anything to refute what he was saying. 

Price just nodded in agreement again. “Have to give it to you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an omega complain about heat like we complain about rut,” he said, crossing the room to pick up the kettle and fill it. “Think he’ll want tea?”

Johnny hummed. “Probably. Soothe his bruised ego with some chamomile,” he said, stepping out of Price’s way as he reached to grab a teabag out of the cupboard. They worked in silence for a few minutes, Johnny putting together his and Simon’s dinners and accepting two cups of steamy hot drinks from Price when they were done. Tea for Simon and coffee for Johnny. “You’re a lifesaver,” he muttered into his own mug, burning his tongue on the still too hot drink. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with him once he gets out of this down wave. I know I’m giving him shit for omegas having it worse when it comes to heats and stuff, but sitting out a rut can’t be fun, even if you don’t have a fever to try and break.” 

He looked beseechingly to Price for advice, the older alpha meeting his gaze thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be against it…" He said slowly. "But getting through your rut comfortably doesn’t have to be about you, the alpha, fucking your partner…"

Johnny’s initial frown of confusion melted off his face as he grasped what exactly Price meant, and he grinned. “Oh he’ll hate that. Have you met him? Never met a more repressed alpha in my life.” He huffed, arranging everything on a tray so he could carry it more easily. He was being a little mean, but he wasn't exactly lying.

Price snorted. “I know, but maybe now’s the time to try something new, get him out of his head about what an alpha should and shouldn’t do,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “It’d be good for him, probably good for you too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Johnny grumbled playfully.

Price pushed him towards the kitchen door with a hand on his lower back, gently pressing against the scent gland that sat just between the dimples there. Johnny narrowed his eyes at him over his shoulder, fully aware of what the older alpha was doing, coaxing out his scent right before sending him back into the lions den. Fucking menace. “Go feed him, I’m pretty sure I can smell him about to break the door down and go on a rampage looking for you,” Price said, subtly scenting Johnny as he left him in front of Simon’s door once more, a warning for Simon to keep himself under control unless Johnny initiated something. Johnny wasn't sure how well it'd work once Simon descended back into full rut, but he appreciated the gesture anyway.

Johnny pushed the door open, slipping in quickly before too much of the rutting alpha scent could seep out into the corridors.

They needed a Goddamn airlock decontamination chamber.

Simon plastered himself to his back the second he turned around to shut the door again, and Johnny pretty much had to juggle the tray in his hands trying to keep it from tipping too much and spilling food and hot drinks all over himself and the floor. “Get off! Go on! Shoo!” He snapped, fondly exasperated as he tried to wrestle himself out of Simon’s arms as gently as he could so he didn’t undo the work he’d done keeping hold of his tray.

Simon didn’t listen to a word he said, staying stuck to Johnny’s back like a limpet even as he made his way across the room and started unloading the tray; drinks on the nestside table, plates on the mattress with the cutlery carefully dug into the food. Johnny had really hoped he'd have more time with Simon lucid enough to talk to before his rut made him stupid again.

Simon glared at the plates like the food on them had personally offended him, and Johnny sighed at him. “Smells bad,” Simon huffed, scrunching his nose up.

“It’s your favourite!”

“Smells. Bad.”

“Simon-”

“You smell better.”

“Oh for Gods sake. Are you so rut-brained you can’t remember what I told you like ten minutes ago?”

Simon didn’t answer him, just petulantly stuffed his nose into the side of Johnny’s neck, right against scent gland under the corner of his jaw so he could drown in it. Johnny shivered as Simon’s tongue licked over his skin, Purring deeply as he coaxed more of his scent out alongside the simple, dim blue-green glow of his patterns. Johnny's patterns had never been particularly attractive, at least not conventionally; they were dim and they were blue-green, but Simon, in all his bright red-glowing glory somehow managed to make him feel like his patterns were the most gorgeous and one of a kind thing in the world, despite them being anything but. Simon was mumbling about that now, about how pretty Johnny's patterns were, how perfect of a mate they signalled him to be. Johnny wanted to just melt into it, to let himself be worshipped, but Simon started trying to hump his ass and he had to shove him bodily away.

"You're going to hurt yourself!" He complained as Simon ignored his shove and wormed his way back into his space again, still trying to hump him despite his cage. "Alpha!" Johnny never particularly liked using his Omega Voice on Simon. He knew that technically it was fine, that Simon didn't have any issues with omegas' Suggestions like he did another alphas Commands, but the reason Simon had such an issue with Commands was so awful that Johnny just couldn't bring himself to use his Omega Voice on him willy-nilly. He tried to reserve it only for the times when it was actually necessary, when Simon just wasn't able to listen to him.

Like right now.

Simon stopped immediately, his entire demenor changing as his eyebrows scrunched up in concern as a soft, anxious Chatter left his throat. His horny licking of Johnny's scent gland turning to gentle sniffing, trying to make sure his omega was okay, and Johnny Purred gently to let him know he was. Simon seemed to snap out of his rut-brained stupidity for a moment, pulling Johnny in closer to him but thankfully not starting to grind against him again. Johnny sighed, shaking his head at him fondly and letting him hold him and scent him until he was happy that his omega was alright.

"I know, it's shit, but I really can't let you fuck me, or hump me like that, alpha," Johnny murmured. "You'll just fuck up your healing and then you won't be able to fuck me for even longer."

Simon Chattered again, louder and more frustrated this time, and Johnny couldn't help laughing at him softly.

"I know. You think I don't wanna lie there and just let you fuck me?" He asked, not really expecting much more than the repeated Chatter of frustration he got in reply.

Simon got like this sometimes, especially when he was in full rut. He couldn't be bothered with real words so he just resorted to subvocalisations and left it up to Johnny to interpret them, which he had gotten pretty good at over the years. It wasn't super useful at times like this, though, when they needed to have an actual conversation. Hopefully Johnny could keep him in a downtime wave of his rut for a little longer; just enough to have the conversations they needed to.

"Johnny~" Simon all but Whined, and Johnny had to stop himself from sarcastically responding with 'Omega~' in his best imitation of an alpha's Rumble to match it. "It hurts~"

Johnny scoffed, God his alpha was ridiculous. "Well that's probably because you were humping me while your dick is still broken!"

"Not what I mean~" Simon was still doing his best attempt at a Whine and Johnny desperately wanted to do something to help him, but what was there to do? He couldn't let Simon fuck him or they'd be right back in A&E trying to explain what the hell happened, and there was no way Johnny was letting that happen. Beyond Simon's dick taking even longer to heal, he could do real, permanent damage!

Sighing, Johnny turned within Simon's embrace, curling into him and pressing the scent gland in his wrist against the side of Simon's throat in case scenting him would help him feel a little less pathetic. Simon let him, wrapping his arms tightly around Johnny and scenting him back once he'd dropped his hand to his side, out of the way again, and they lay there together in silence for a while. It wasn't like Simon couldn't get through his rut without sex; they could do what Simon used to right after he'd first escaped Roba, lean into the other aspects of his ruts, like the increased nesting instinct, or doting on and caring for his partner in other, nonsexual ways. It was just that that wasn't what Simon wanted to do. He'd worked hard to get back to being able to handle his ruts in a normal way and now he didn't want to go back.

Eventually Johnny managed to coax Simon into letting go of him for long enough that he could pull them both upright so they could eat, their food and drinks a little too cold to be all that appealing now. He let Simon feed him bits off his plate despite the fact that they had the exact same thing. It'd help Simon feel like a good alpha, like he was taking care of his omega like he was meant to, and hopefully that'd help keep his rut at bay for a little while.

Johnny's mind wandered as he let Simon do whatever his rut wanted him to, shifting as and when he was asked and watching as Simon pretty much pulled apart his whole nest and rebuilt it from scratch. Price's words from earlier kept coming back to him: 'Getting through your rut comfortably doesn’t have to be about you, the alpha, fucking your partner.'

He stuck by what he'd said earlier, Simon would probably hate that, letting his omega fuck him rather than the other way around, the traditional way around. But he also got the feeling that maybe it was something Simon would consider. As far as Johnny knew, Simon hadn't been raped that way when he'd been Roba's captive. He wouldn't say thankfully because it hadn't really spared Simon, it had just transformed how they hurt him. They'd preferred taking a more psychological approach to that kind of thing, bringing in omega captives when Simon had been in rut and telling him afterwards that he was basically as bad as his captors were for what he'd been forced to do.

Most of Simon's issues with bottoming as an alpha seemed to come from his father, rather than his time held captive in Mexico. From a young age his dad had filled his head with all sorts of toxic ideas about what an alpha had to be, what an alpha could and couldn't do, and although Simon had managed to undo a lot of what he'd learned, there were still certain things he clung to here and there. Maybe this would be the push he needed to finally let go of this particular lesson he'd learned. Johnny couldn't say he hadn't thought about it before now, about being the one to fuck Simon rather than Simon fucking him, and yeah, maybe finally getting round to it while Simon was in rut wasn't ideal, but it was probably the only way he'd actually get Simon to give it a go the first time: when he kind of had no other option for getting off.

"Alpha?" Johnny asked as Simon finished his food, taking his empty plate from him and stacking it neatly on top of his own on the tray, alongside their empty mugs.

Simon hummed, wrapping his arms around Johnny and pulling him over backwards so that they were lying down in the nest again, snuggled up close and surrounded by each others scents.

"How bad is… uh… Price mentioned…?" Johnny scrunched his face up, sneering at himself as he tried to figure out how the hell to bring this up.

Simon Purred to him gently to 'calm him down'. Rut always made Simon more likely to see perfectly mellow emotions as more extreme than they were, and even the tiniest bit of frustration at himself from Johnny could sometimes be misconstrued as something just shy of complete and total self-hatred.

"You wanna get off, right?" Johnny finally settled on, after a few long moments, and the way Simon snapped back into being far more horny than his current physical state would really allow was like a rubber band finally snapping.

He pressed himself as close to Johnny as he possibly could, nose buried in his neck and hips trying to grind against him, one hand sliding down to slot between Johnny's legs and pull him back against him. It sent a shiver up Johnny's spine but he Growled softly at his alpha under his breath, a warning that he needed to stop and listen now, that Johnny meant it. Simon did stop, making a wounded little noise that was far more pathetic than the situation called for.

Johnny laughed at him softly, turning himself and running a hand through Simon's hair to soothe him. "It's okay, I'm okay Alpha, I promise."

Simon huffed and nodded, nose back in Johnny's neck but at least not threatening to re-break his dick humping Johnny's ass anymore. "Wanna fuck you," he grumbled.

"Well… you can't do that, but- I mean… that doesn't mean you can't get off? And, y'know, you don't need to fuck someone to get your rut to calm down a bit," Johnny said, not feeling entirely sure about what he was saying, not entirely sure he was going to be able to get Simon to come round to the idea. "I mean- Y'know- there's alphas who date other alphas, and how do you think they get through their ruts together?"

"One in rut fucks the other," Simon said flatly.

Johnny pulled a face. "Well- okay, not always, though. If they mate eventually their ruts would sync up and they'd both be in it at the same time," he pointed out. "Then what do they do? One of them's gotta bottom when they're in rut, and it still helps them get through it."

"Know a lot about this," Simon muttered, playfully accusatory. "You got a fetish for it? 'f I go through your laptop 'm I gonna find a bunch of bookmarks of alpha/alpha porn?"

Johnny scoffed, face heating up sharply. "No! I just…" He sputtered out, embarrassed. "Okay I've looked at it like once and then I… y'know, figured it wasn't really for me. I- uh… I found something else I, uh, y'know, liked better…" He'd never actually entertained it as something he could try with Simon, though, no matter how much he liked to watch it. Maybe with Price (their pack alpha was far less fragile in his alpharinity than Simon was) but never with Simon… until now when there kind of wasn't any other option if Simon wanted to actually enjoy his rut.

"And what was that?" Simon asked, his breath hot on Johnny's neck. "Watching omega/omega? Gay beta stuff?"

Johnny rolled his eyes. "I mean, I don't even need to watch omega/omega stuff, I can just go do it with Gaz. But no… uh… It's actually-" Johnny took a deep breath, focussing on his scent. Simon would go into overdrive if he picked up on even the tiniest hint of Johnny being scared of what his reaction could be. "Omega's fucking their alphas… y'know, like, topping their alphas."

Simon just barely tensed before laughing at him like it was adorable how stupid he was being right now. "Female alphas with male omegas maybe," Simon said, dismissive and oddly infuriating.

"What's wrong with it! Omegas can be dominant! You know that, you let me be! What's the difference if this time I'm the one fucking you?"

"I'm not a bitch, Johnny!"

Johnny pulled away from him, staring, mouth slightly agape, just barely managing to tamp down on a truly involuntary Growl of anger. If he'd been a beta he was pretty sure he'd have Hissed at Simon.

A Hiss wasn't necessary, though; Simon cringed in on himself and grimaced, Rumbling deeply, more an apology than a placation. "I didn't mean that- I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Johnny sighed. "It's fine, it's just the rut, I know you didn't mean it." He sighed, nodded to himself, trying to shake himself out of the sandpaper irritation wrapping itself around his bones. Back to the conversation at hand, pretend like Simon never said that, alphas just didn't think about it sometimes, it was fine. He knew Simon didn't mean it. "If I fuck you it's not gonna reverse stud you, you know that right?"

Simon pulled a face, not believing him. "That's literally how bi- uh, reverse studding happens," he argued. "I know that, I saw it."

Ah.

And there was the crux of it.

Johnny pressed his lips together. How was he meant to get around that?

He didn't really have the time for a whole lesson on reverse studding, especially not if all this shit was as deeply engrained as he thought it might be. Had Simon not been taught the same things as Johnny had about studding and reverse studding? It was mandatory education, especially in the SAS but also across the military, so had Simon somehow missed out on it? Or had his time with Roba twisted everything he'd learned? How could Johnny even get around that? He got the feeling that explaining how reverse studding actually worked would probably sound like an accusation and Simon would get even more defensive.

Johnny couldn't blame him, hearing 'well to be studded or reverse studded you have to want it in some capacity' did sound like an accusation when it came to forced reverse studding. Johnny wasn't sure Simon was in the right place during a rut of all things to listen to the lengthy explanation about how that just meant someone had to be so broken down mentally that they'd desperately want to be an omega in the hopes that it'd make what they were going through less awful, at least physically.

"Well… I'm an omega, though." Maybe fighting misinformation with more misinformation wasn't ideal, but right now it was all Johnny could really do. Omegas could reverse stud alphas, but Simon didn't need to know that because it definitely wasn’t possible in their situation, and as long as Johnny was right about the dynamic of the people who'd reverse studded whoever Simon had seen it happen to, this little twisting of the truth would work just fine to reassure him.

Simon frowned, clearly thinking it over, trying to pick it apart so he could keep arguing. Eventually, though, he nodded slowly.

"And I don't even want to reverse stud you, so it doubly won't happen," Johnny pointed out, and finally the little frown started to melt off Simon's face. "You can only get the benefits of it. You get to get off even though you're caged, you won't get reverse studded, and maybe you'll really like it."

Simon pulled a disbelieving face at the last one but nodded all the same and Johnny grinned.

"So?"

"… I do wanna get off."

"Yeah? And you'd let me fuck you so you can?"

"I don't have any other choices… and it's- uh, y'know, it's kinda… hot?"

Johnny grinned. "It is, huh?"

Simon grumbled. "Shut up." His face was dark pink and it was honestly adorable, if a brick shithouse of an alpha could be adorable. "It's… well- you know, I-I like when you're more dominant so… this- this is just the next step in that, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Johnny agreed. "Or it can be. We could do it so you're still in charge, if you want?" He offered, and Simon thought about it, lifting a hand and wrapping it around Johnny's back, pulling him closer to him again. Johnny let himself be moved, grinning as Simon nuzzled into his throat. "So…?" He asked, tipping his head to the side to give Simon more room to scent him.

"So?" Simon asked, dragging his tongue over Johnny's still unscarred mating gland.

"Do you wanna be in charge or not?" Johnny asked, pushing his scent out and feeling Simon shudder against him.

"I want…" Simon pressed his face closer into Johnny's neck, trying his best to muffle his next words, as if there was someone standing with their ear pressed to the outside of the nestroom door, listening for him to admit that he wanted to be submissive to his omega, to be submissive while his omega fucked him. "I want you to be in charge," he murmured, and Johnny more felt the words against his skin than heard them. "I get to call it off any time I want to, though. Or swap to being in charge. Okay?"

Eyebrows creasing up in the centre, Johnny nodded quickly. "Of course, why would you even think you wouldn't get that? You give me that, why wouldn't I give you that?" He asked and Simon shrugged.

"Just… I just wanted to make sure," he whispered and Johnny ran a hand through his hair. "So… uh- so how do we, y'know, do this?"

Johnny huffed out a laugh. "Same way we do this when I'm bottoming?" He asked. "I'll prep you, finger you open, maybe see if I can make you cum like that before I even get inside you, then once you're ready I'll fuck you." He pushed Simon carefully down onto his back, swinging a leg over his hips so he could sit himself carefully on Simon's thighs. "Or I won't! If you only want my fingers, that's okay too. 's up to you. I want you to feel good, not push yourself just cos I want you to." He leaned down to kiss Simon, relaxing into it and letting Simon get his hands on whatever part of him he wanted to.

They stayed like that for a while, just making out, getting Simon relaxed as he got used to the idea of letting Johnny get his fingers then maybe his dick inside him. Johnny tilted his hips down against the top of Simon's thighs, grinding himself gently against him, getting himself hard, and watching jealousy pool in Simon's eyes when he broke the kiss, still grinding against him. Simon fumbled somewhere above himself and Johnny beamed as he had a bottle of lube chucked at him. He didn't say anything to embarrass Simon though, just kissed him deeply once more before shuffling himself off Simon's thighs and down the bed. Simon helped him get his trousers off so he could lie down, and finally Johnny settled with a cheek on his thigh.

He'd looked up at Simon from this angle many times before, but it had never been quite like this. Usually Simon's dick was thick and hard and dripping right in front of him, and if it wasn't that was because it was already down his throat. This time, Simon's dick was locked away in it's shortest state inside a solid, NHS blue plastic cage, unable to get hard but still just about managing to drip. If not for the reason Simon was stuck like that, Johnny might have told him it was a good look on him. Maybe he could talk Simon into letting him buy him a proper, pretty metal cage at some point.

He kept that thought to himself and picked up the lube, lifting his cheek from where it rested on Simon's thigh and getting one hand under it instead. His fingers tucked nicely into the crease beneath Simon's ass cheek. It was warm and sweaty with Simon's rut and Johnny coaxed his knee up, watching as Simon planted one foot then the other on the mattress.

Ducking his head down, he dragged his tongue through the sweat under Simon's ass cheek, grinning and nipping him gently when he sucked in a short breath.

"Johnny," Simon murmured, his voice already breathy. "I-"

Johnny paused, waiting for an 'I'm not sure about this' or an 'I want to do this part myself'. It didn't come, though.

Simon took a deep breath and nodded at him. "Go on," he encouraged softly, and Johnny kissed his bare thigh, pressing his tongue to the scent gland there, tasting Simon's desire, his nervousness, his excitement.

Squirting some lube onto his fingers, Johnny warmed it and pressed a slick finger against Simon's hole. "Okay?" He asked, still staring intently up at Simon as he massaged his hole gently, getting him used to the feeling before he pushed in even a little bit. Simon nodded, the movement a little stiff and a little jerky. He was holding his breath, and Johnny kissed his thigh again.

"Best not to hold your breath," he murmured. "Breathe for me alpha."

Simon did, taking a long, deep breath and letting it out, and Johnny slowly pushed his finger in. There was definitely more resistance than when he fingered himself, or when Simon fingered him, but considering that it was Simon's first time, and this was his ass because he didn't have a pussy, he was taking it like a dream. Johnny kissed his thigh again, and again, peppering the scarred, hairy skin with little kisses to tell Simon just how well he was doing. Simon's patterns were glowing beautifully, and Johnny kissed along them.

He curled his finger a little, searching for Simon's prostate, because really he deserved a reward for even letting Johnny get this far. He really hadn't thought Simon would ever let him do this. But now he was, and Johnny wanted to make it as good for him as possible. He was doing this to help get Simon through his rut while his dick was healing, not just because it was something he wanted to try. So if this was as far as Simon wanted to go, Johnny wanted to make sure he knew that he could feel good like this, that he didn't need to go any further just to get off.

Simon's thigh clenched beneath Johnny's lips and a desperate little groan escaped his throat, and Johnny knew he'd hit just the right spot. He rubbed it a little harder, staring up at Simon, watching the way his muscles tightened and his head tipped back, eyes open wide.

He hadn't thought it'd feel that good, had he?

He was realising that this really might work, that he might like it.

Johnny turned his head, settling his cheek against Simon's thigh, and kept up the pressure, gently massaging his prostate. Simon looked a little like he was having everything he thought he knew rewritten. His lip was trapped between his teeth, and Johnny could see the way he was breathing, trying to keep himself calm and under control. "Okay?" Johnny asked, even though he knew Simon was.

Simon nodded, gaze flicking down to meet Johnny's for a split second before going back to the ceiling like holding eye contact would be the death of him. 'More than,' Simon's gaze said, and Johnny couldn't really blame him for his sudden shyness.

He kept massaging Simon's prostate, gentle as could be so he didn't overwhelm him. "Another?" He asked softly, watching the way Simon's eyelids fluttered. "Or is this good?"

Simon's jaw clenched, the muscles at the corners of it bulging a little, and he dragged in a deep breath. He didn't answer Johnny, but that was okay. Johnny just kept to what he was doing, gentle pressure on Simon's prostate, trying to slowly push him towards the edge, hoping Simon could get there like this. Half of Johnny was sorting of convinced he wouldn't get an answer out of Simon. Maybe Simon liked it 'too much', maybe he was scared to admit that he actually, really, liked it.

Simon let out a breath, though, long and controlled, and he glanced down at Johnny again, eyes watery.

Johnny stopped his movements. "Si?" He asked gently, pulling his hand away entirely, pushing himself upright and staring at Simon. The tears in Simon's eyes only got bigger. "Si. You okay? Simon?" He was trying desperately to keep calm, to keep his voice and his scent and his expression as neutral as possible.

Simon was crying though.

It was hard to keep calm when Johnny had got Simon to try something new and now he was crying.

Simon reached for him, and Johnny went, leaning over him and waiting with bated breath for Simon to tell him he didn't want to keep going. Simon's eyes were still teary. They looked like they were going to spill over any moment. Johnny wanted to prompt him, ask him if he was okay again, but he waited. Simon was trying to blink the tears back, his face red and his lips trembling. He stared up at Johnny, taking a deep, slow breath and nodding, probably more to himself than to Johnny.

"Could…" his voice was scratchy and he cleared his throat, gaze drifting from Johnny's to stare at the ceiling instead. "It's- I-" he took another breath. "I like it," he whispered, voice tight and… almost scared.

Scared of what Johnny might think of him if he admitted that.

Hot relief flooded through Johnny, and he nodded, giving Simon an encouraging little smile. "Yeah?" He asked, voice soft, and Simon swallowed thickly, not answering, not repeating it. Johnny didn't mind. "Want me to keep going, then?" He asked, because maybe that'd be an easier thing for Simon to answer. All he'd have to do was nod.

He didn't, though, jaw clenching again, and Johnny deflated a little.

At least he'd got this far.

At least he'd got Simon to try it.

It was progress.

He'd even admitted he liked it!

Baby steps.

They could try again another time. A rut really wasn't the best time to try something new like this, even though a rut was the only time Simon would be desperate enough to get off to try this. Johnny didn't mind waiting, helping Simon through his rut another, nonsexual way.

It wasn't a disappointment.

It was still progress.

Simon could spend some time just getting used to the knowledge that he'd liked it in his head, and once he'd got his mind around that, they could try it again and maybe go a little further.

"Can-" Simon looked almost pained as he said it, cutting himself off to second guess himself and try to find a better way to say whatever it was he wanted to. "Could-" he dragged his gaze down from the ceiling beyond Johnny, dark, brown, still a little watery eyes locking on Johnny's. "I- could…" he took a deep breath. "Could you tie me up?" He whispered, his voice so unbelievably tiny.

Johnny caught every word of it, though. He tried not to show his surprise, his excitement. "I can- yeah, I can do that," he agreed, trying to keep his voice steady, stop himself grinning too widely, in case he scared Simon off. He leaned down to kiss Simon, and couldn't help smiling into it as he felt Simon's lips trembling a little.

Breaking the kiss, Johnny crawled out of the nest, heading over to where they kept their rope. It was a frequently used tool, both by and on Simon. He liked the control of it, whether he was tying someone up or being tied up. When he was on the receiving end, it just made it easier to let go. He didn't have to think about what he was doing, about where his hands were, how hard he was holding onto Johnny or Gaz. The rope could take his weight, his full strength. It would control it for him. He could just lie back and take whatever Johnny or Gaz gave him. Usually it was riding him until they'd milked him dry… but this time, it'd be Johnny fucking him.

It made sense.

He wouldn't be admitting that he liked it, that he was an alpha who wanted to take it up the ass. He could just lie back, tied up, and take whatever Johnny gave him.

Johnny rummaged through their box of rope, all of it neatly bundled up and well cared for. There was a muzzle in there with the rope, and Johnny grabbed it, either to put it back where it belonged, or to bring back to the nest with him if Simon wanted it. He chose just one skein of rope, soft and well worn in at this point. He didn't have the time or patience to do anything fancy with tying Simon up. He'd probably just tie his hands behind his back, or maybe tie his calves to the backs of his thighs, simple enough, but enough to give Simon the feeling of everything being out of his hands that he needed.

Bringing his couple of things back to the nest, Johnny settled himself between Simon's legs again, giving him a little smile. He held the muzzle up, and Simon nodded before he even had the chance to ask if he wanted it. Simon had never been pushy about mating, never lost himself in the heat of the moment during his ruts and tried to get his teeth in anyone, but he liked the muzzle. He liked it for the same reason as he liked rope. It took some of the decisions away from him. He could lose himself in the heat of the moment if he was wearing the muzzle, and there was no risk to it. He still didn't, but the ability was there.

"Sit up?" Johnny asked, turning his attention to getting the muzzles buckles all opened up, and Simon did as he was asked. He waited quietly for Johnny to get the muzzle open, cross legged with his knee bouncing.

Johnny brought the muzzle to his face, settling the shallow, black, plastic cage over his nose and mouth, and Simon brought a slightly trembling hand up to hold it in place. He lowered his head so Johnny could get the straps all in place and buckled, and when he was done, Johnny kissed the crown of his head gently.

"All good?" He asked, carefully petting Simon's hair to make sure there wasn't any caught or snagged in the straps.

Simon nodded. "Yeah," he croaked, voice dry. "Rope?" He asked, reaching for it, fiddling with the already frayed end.

Johnny was pretty sure they didn't own a single skein of rope that's ends weren't frayed to hell because of Simon's inability to not fiddle with them. Every now and then they had to cut the frayed ends off, and some of their rope was getting pretty short at this point. He hummed, carefully unwinding the rope from it's bundle. "How do you want me to tie you?" He asked.

There was sweat running down the side of Simon's face, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead and temples. His skin was pink, splotchy red almost, and his pupils were blown wide. Rut was so close to getting him, and yet there he was, still lucid, fighting it off.

Was it just because he was nervous?

Simon shook his head. "H-however you want," he whispered, voice strained, and Johnny took that to mean 'as quickly and securely as possible, please.' Simon really did look like he was trying not to lose it.

With the rope he had, there wasn't much Johnny could do, and he didn't really want to get up and go dig through their boxes for more of Simon's favourite rope. He wasn't sure Simon would manage him being across the room again without finally going rut stupid and hurting himself. Simon needed to be secured, though, restrained. And for this… he wanted to be tied up so he didn't have to make a choice about letting Johnny fuck him, or at least so he didn't have to feel like he was making a choice about it.

Technically, he'd already made the choice.

Johnny looked at his rope. It was definitely on the longer end of what they had, if he was clever about it he could probably secure both Simon's wrists and his legs with it. If Simon would be okay with maybe a slightly… embarrassing position.

"Bring your knees up?" Johnny asked, and Simon did so, a little hesitantly, but not too much. Johnny looped the rope about each of Simon's thighs, in the backs of his knees, held in place for the time being not by a knot, but by the bend of Simon's legs. Hopefully, Simon would understand where this was going. "This gonna be okay?" Johnny asked, tugging on the rope a little to pull the loose ends round the back of Simon's neck. It didn't pull his legs up any further yet, but the pressure made it clear to Simon what the place was.

Simon nodded, his face such a bright red it was a little concerning.

Johnny would have preferred a verbal answer, but he wasn't going to push his luck, so he kept tying, bringing the line of rope that ran across the gap between Simon's legs around the back of his neck so it made a V with his head in the point of it. It held Simon's legs nicely, his knees by his chest, holding him open.

"Comfy?" Johnny asked quietly, and Simon nodded

With Simon's legs death with, the rope nicely tied behind Simon's neck so it's hold him open under its own strength, Johnny was still left with a good length of left over rope. He shuffled round behind Simon, gently gathering his wrists at the small of his back, one crossed over the other. It didn't take long to tie them like that, and he checked the tightness, making sure it wasn't going to cut off circulation or rub Simon's skin too raw.

Simon nodded again when he asked if that was comfy too, swallowing thickly and thanking Johnny quietly.

Now, all they had to do was lower him down onto his back.

Johnny got the feeling that was when it would really hit Simon what position he was in, knees parted and held up to nearly his shoulders, ass on full display. He wrapped his arms around Simon tightly, lowering him down and getting ready to stop everything and get Simon loose of the rope again any second. Simon didn't tell him to stop, though, even if Johnny could see it in his eyes when it hit him.

"Okay?" He asked, still knelt beside Simon, his hand on his shoulders, massaging gently around where the thick rope was digging into his traps. Simon nodded, and Johnny shook his head. "Really need to hear that you're okay this time, alpha," he murmured, and Simon nodded again.

"Yeah, 'm okay," he whispered, staring up at Johnny, his eyes big and a nervous attempt at a smile on his lips, half hidden through the muzzle. "'m okay."

"Okay. Tell me if that changes. Yeah?" Johnny asked. "Promise me. The second that changes, you'll tell me."

"Promise," he agreed, and something tight inside Johnny's spine released a little.

"Okay. Good." He leaned down to kiss Simon's sweaty forehead. " I love you."

"Love you too," Simon murmured.

Taking a breath, Johnny shuffled back round to where he'd been sitting before, knelt between Simon's legs. He searched around for the lube, squirting a bit onto his fingers when he found it and looking to Simon for the go ahead as he pressed his finger to his ass again, not pushing in straight away. It had Simon's face going an even deeper red, but he managed the tiniest nod, chin nearly touching his chest with the rope behind his neck pushing it all forwards.

"Thank you," Johnny murmured, and pressed his finger into Simon, searching for his prostate again straight away. He'd try not to ask for too much of Simon's input. The point of this was that Simon didn't want to have to give it, wanted to just lie back and let Johnny do what he wanted to. It's be easier to get his head around liking it that way.

It was just happening to him.

He wasn't asking Johnny to do it.

The fact that he was enjoying it was… something separate.

Simon tensed when Johnny found his prostate, and he focussed on it, gentle, massaging ripples of his finger. It wouldn't be enough to get Simon off, but it would be enough to slowly warm him up, get him used to the sensation so it didn't overwhelm him.

He was hot and tight around Johnny's finger, and Johnny didn't bother with trying to change that for now. He would work Simon open more in a bit. Simon seemed happy enough with what he had, just one finger gently curling inside him, sliding carefully in and out and massaging his prostate on the way past each time. His muscles were tight, and Johnny was pretty sure the ropes weren't currently doing much of anything to keep Simon's legs up where they were.

He kept fucking Simon slowly, gently, on one finger for a good few minutes, watching as he slowly, slowly started to relax a little into it. He let the ropes take a little more of his legs' weight, letting out a deep, long breath, almost a hum of pleasure, but not quite.

His hole had loosened up a little, enough for Johnny to slip in another finger, and he didn't ask, just added some more lube and did it. Simon tensed up a little, but Johnny was patient with him, waiting for him to relax again and sliding both fingers all the way in. If he'd asked first, Simon would almost definitely have gotten in his head about it and tightened up even more. Johnny watched quietly as Simon's hole swallowed his fingers, crooking them each time to press into and drag past his prostate. He'd thought about it a lot, for ages it felt like, and now he was finally getting to see it.

Part of him wanted to lean down and press a little kiss to the soft pucker of Simon's hole, but he got the feeling it might freak him out.

Instead, he pressed a kiss to Simon's inner knee.

Simon's breathing was getting heavier, and when the first actual noise escaped his closed lips, Johnny pressed a third finger into him. It was little more than a hitched groan, but it was enough to tell Johnny they were getting somewhere.

He stroked all three fingers across Simon's prostate, and Simon moaned: a tiny little thing and half bitten off. Johnny heard it, though. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard Simon make a sound quite like that before. It was more high pitched than any other sound Simon had made during sex, and softer, smoother.

He wanted to hear it again.

He never wanted to stop hearing it.

Simon pulled his lip between his teeth, muffling himself, but Johnny didn't tell him off.

He looked gorgeous like this, knees pulled up to his chest by the rope, head tipped forwards by it too, and his mouth and nose hidden behind the muzzle. His skin was glossy with sweat, pink and red and splotchy. The flush went all the way down to his chest, deep and gorgeous. His hole was stretched around three of Johnny's fingers, taking them easily now, swallowing them up and twitching around them with every press against Simon's prostate. Each press pushed a soft, sweet moan from Simon, too, muffled by his lip trapped between his teeth, but still just about audible. The only other noise in the room was the sound of Johnny's own breathing, and the sound of his fingers sliding into Simon, slick with lube.

"J-Johnny," Simon whispered, almost a whine, and Johnny's gaze snapped to his.

He looked debauched, and it made Johnny's cunt ache and his dick leak inside his pants.

He didn't have the patience to take his jeans and pants all the way off, just shoved them down under his ass as he pulled his fingers out of Simon. He really did whine, then, his hole clenching around nothing and his eyebrows creased up in the middle.

Johnny shushed him. "I'm not going anywhere, alpha," he promised, keeping a hand on Simon's leg as he leaned over to the nestside table to search for condoms. Cumming inside Simon was probably a little too much for his first time- and fuck this was his first time, wasn't it?

No one had ever had him like this before.

Johnny was the first.

There was a strip of condoms in the drawer, and Johnny just grabbed them all, ripping open the first one and discarding the rest on the sheets beside him. He groaned as he rolled it down his dick, the first real bit of stimulation he'd had all evening. Simon watched with rapt attention as he lubed his dick up, hand sliding up and down a few more times than necessary. He didn't leave Simon waiting, though.

"Okay?" He asked as he pressed the head of his cock against Simon's fluttering hole, and Simon stared down at it, unable to tear his gaze away, even as he nodded.

"Y-yeah."

Johnny nodded too, dragging in a deep breath and pushing slowly, slowly into Simon, his dick disappearing into him millimetre by millimetre.

It felt like his brain almost short circuited.

Simon was hot and he was tight, and Johnny didn't bother trying not to moan. He'd fucked Gaz before, plenty of times, had even fucked him in the ass a few times, but it hadn't felt like this. Omegas were designed to take it. Simon wasn't. Simon was taking it because Johnny wanted him to and he was tight. It felt incredible, Simon's ass twitching and clenching around him as he slowly sank home. And holy shit he was sinking home. He never wanted to pull out. Getting fucked was great, Johnny enjoyed it… but this? This was better. This was so much better.

God if this was the only time Simon ever let him do it he'd probably cry. In private, he wasn't ever going to make Simon feel bad about it, but he would cry. Then he'd probably beg Price to let him top him instead.

Price was the one who'd suggested it.

He'd let him. Surely.

Johnny's breaths shook, and he leaned over Simon, fists pressing into the mattress of their nest either side of Simon's waist. Simon's breaths shook too, trembling and slow, like he was trying to keep them steady but only half succeeding. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows creased together, and his head tipped back into the pillows, Adams apple prominent.

"Oh- oh fuck-" Simon all but whimpered as Johnny's hips settled flush against his ass. He peeled his eyes open again, gaze first finding Johnny's, then trailing down. He locked eyes on Johnny's dick, on where it disappeared inside him, fully sheathed now, and heaved in a breath, trembling. His biceps bulged like he was pulling at where his hands were bound behind his back, trapped between him and the soft give of the mattress. His mouth was open behind the muzzle, and he honest to God squeaked when Johnny rolled his hips slowly, the head of his cock probably grinding against Simon's prostate.

"Yeah?" Johnny asked, trying to keep the breathless awe out of his voice.

Simon looked gorgeous, he looked sinful and desperate and incredible. Sweat trickled down his face and dripped down his neck; his skin was such a deep red that Johnny could feel the heat coming off it like it was his own; his muscles were bulging, arms pulling against their bonds, legs pulling against theirs. He was still clenching around Johnny, so tight that if he tried, Johnny was sure he could get himself off just from the spasming tightness.

He kept them for a minute, letting Simon get used to the feeling of being split open. Johnny was just glad he didn't have a dick like an alpha's. He didn't want to know how long he'd have to give Simon to get used to that. Three fingers was ample to open Simon up on to take Johnny's cock, short and slim and without the the start of a knot making the base swell.

He watched Simon like a hawk as he adjusted, watching his body slowly, slowly relax and loosen up. He wasn't going to ask if Simon wanted him to move yet. All that'd happen was that Simon would probably clam up, remember that ultimately, he was in total control of everything and that this was only happening because he wanted it. It wasn't just happening to him. He wanted it. He liked it. He just couldn't admit that to himself, not yet at least, too scared of what it might say about him.

It was when Simon's head finally tipped back to rest in the pillows again, shoulders loose, that Johnny started moving.

He pulled slowly out, watching Simon's face for any indication that he needed more time to adjust. His eyebrows crunched in, mouth still open behind his muzzle, but all Johnny could see in any of it was pleasure, so he kept going.

He pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside Simon, his hole clenching and twitching around it in a way Johnny could've gotten addicted to.

Then, slowly, steadily, he pushed back in, and Simon groaned, deep and desperate. Johnny did too, biting his lip and hanging his head as he kept going, setting a steady roll of his hips against Simon's ass. It pressed soft noises out of Simon every time, his ass clenching hard like he was trying to keep Johnny in him. His head was still tipped back into the pillows, and he didn't even try to keep himself quiet as Johnny slowly sped up until he was properly fucking him, their skin smacking together quietly.

Johnny had never seen him like this before.

He'd had Simon on his back before, riding him while Simon was tied up and helpless to stop him. He'd had Simon wrung out and desperate for him, his alpha shedding tears as Johnny squeezed another orgasm out of him when he'd been begging for a breath after the last one, saying it was the last he could manage, that he didn't have anything left to give.

This was different.

It took Johnny hours to get Simon to this point usually, hours and at least a few orgasms.

Simon hadn't cum once yet. Johnny had been in him for a few minutes, had been moving in him for maybe one. And he was straining against his restraints, his head tipped back, Adams apple bobbing as he tried to swallow his own spit, as he moaned like each noise was being fucked out of him. He was desperate, maybe a little frantic if the way his arms bulged and pulled against the rope said anything. It wasn't a distressed kind of frantic, not the kind of frantic that Johnny had seen enough times to know and react to by heart. Simon wasn't looking for a way out, he was looking for something to hold onto while Johnny took him apart in a brand new way.

Under Simon, muffled by the mattress, the rope creaked. Johnny knew it would hold, he'd chosen one of their thicker lengths for a reason, but he still couldn't help worrying a little. Simon was probably rubbing his wrists raw, rope burn all the way around them, serum wetting the damaged skin.

Maybe Johnny should have chosen one of their sets of leather cuffs instead.

Looking at the way Simon's muscles swelled and twisted and tightened, though, he knew that none of their leather cuffs would have held him. They'd need the proper metal ones, and then they were back to the same issue as with the rope.

Johnny watched in fascination as Simon writhed, held open by the rope. He moaned openly to the ceiling, desperate and frantic, only getting louder and louder the longer Johnny fucked him for. He didn't speed up, kept his pace to something he knew he could keep up for a while. He didn't know how long it'd take Simon to cum like this, and he didn't want to leave him wanting, not when he was trying this because there was no other way he could get off right now, cock still safely caged so he wouldn't fuck up its healing.

Johnny let his gaze trail down to it, sitting small and locked up in its cage. The head was a familiar deep red, and it was drooling precum all over Simon's lower stomach. There was so much of it, slick and puddling in the dips and creases of Simon's stomach.

Johnny wanted to swipe a finger through it, wanted to squeeze that finger through the gaps in Simon's muzzle and push it into his mouth. The gaps in the muzzle weren't big enough for that, though, so he settled for gathering the precum on his fingers and pushing them between his legs. He groaned as his cunt clenched around his fingers, and Simon's head snapped up off the pillows, eyes locked on Johnny's hand.

He knew what Johnny had done, and he groaned loudly, his ass clamping down hard.

Simon might not have been able to fuck him, but Johnny was still getting his cum inside him, still making sure he was being a good omega for his alpha in rut.

When he pulled his fingers out of himself again, soaked in slick, Simon all but Growled, his eyes blowing wide, glazing over a little with the need to fuck his omega: knot him up and get him pregnant. His cock was still locked away, though, and his omega was fucking him.

Johnny kept rolling his hips, his pace never faltering, never changing, dick rubbing into and past Simon's prostate over and over again, never giving him a moment to recover. And it sounded like Simon wasn't getting any chance to recover. He was panting, groaning, his muscles pulling tight as Johnny slowly drove him towards the edge. He didn't care how long it'd take him, how many times he'd cum before Simon did, how much overstimulation he'd have to push through the make sure Simon came.

He wasn't stopping until Simon came at least once.

And he really did get the feeling that he was going to cum before Simon did. He just felt so good, so tight and hot around Johnny's dick, clenching and spasming. Johnny was staving it off, ignoring himself, only paying attention to Simon, but he was close. The pit of his stomach was tight, growing tighter with every luxurious thrust into Simon.

Johnny didn't stop when he came, fucked straight on through it and ignoring the overstimulation as best he could. It was always different when his dick was overstimulated, sharper, worse, less enjoyable, but right now he didn't give a shit. He fucked Simon right on through it, only the slightest stutter of his hips and a pathetic, punched out moan to say it had even happened. He didn't cum much, didn't have to worry about the condom overflowing and making a mess like Simon would have.

And there was also the extra benefit of not having to worry anyway, because it wasn't like Simon could get pregnant. Because Johnny was on birth control, but he wasn't stupid, nothing was 100%

"J-Johnny-" Simon bit the word out, his chest heaving, drops of sweat all over it being shaken out of place and running down onto the sheets or into the dip between his pecs. The rope that ran round from the back of his neck to the crooks of his knees was pulled tight, digging hard into Simon's traps, embedding itself into them. He'd have marks there for days, Johnny was sure: bruises and fraying skin and red marks in the shape of the ropes strands twisting around each other.

"A-Ahhh!" The sound bounced off the ceiling, echoing around the room, and Johnny knew Gaz and Price had to have heard it.

It had drool gathering in Johnny's mouth, his teeth itching.

He wanted to bite Simon.

Wanted to mate him.

Maybe he should have grabbed himself a muzzle too. Jesus.

The rope creaked again, Simon's back arching as he panted, heaved fast, shallow, frantic breaths in, his toes curling, pointing as he tried to pull his knees down from his chest, tried to straighten his legs. "Jo-Johnny! Ah-" His whole body was trembling, and Johnny's cunt panged.

Simon's teeth snapped together behind his muzzle, and it only made Johnny's teeth itch more.

He wanted to bite him so bad, wanted to mate him.

They'd talked about it, about the fact that they weren't in the position to deal with that, to have one more thing to think about while they were on missions. They weren't stupid, they knew how much energy and focus it took to mask your pain and emotions from your mating bond, even with all the right training. They weren't going to do it, weren't going to risk it. Their jobs were dangerous. Both of them had their fair share of horrific experiences, scars and aches and pains that would never go away. If they had to share the experiences that caused any future scars? Neither of them would work quite as well as they did now.

Fuck Johnny wanted to bite Simon, though, sink his teeth into his mating gland, bind them together, forever sharing each other's pain and emotions through their bond.

Johnny fucked into Simon harder, trying to force himself to focus on that instead, on the suffocating heat of Simon's ass spasming around his cock. The pathetic noises it fucked out of Simon, though, did not help the urge to bite him. They were breathy, staccato sounds, fucked out of Simon with every thrust.

"Hh- hah- Hnn!"

Johnny's brain was spinning.

He needed to bite something.

He needed to bite Simon.

His teeth ached.

It was all he could do to force himself off to the right, sinking his teeth into Simon's right trap instead of his left. Hot, tangy blood seeped between his teeth, and Johnny couldn't help moaning at the taste of it, eyes rolling back. His hips stuttered, cock twitching hard, overstimulation ramping up again.

Simon yelled, a shuddering, almost sobbing moan that rang in Johnny's ears. "Fuck! J-Johnny! Please. P-please. Please, omega, please, mate me." Tears were spilling down his cheeks, drool down his chin, and shit Johnny regretted it immediately.

Sure, he hadn't mated Simon, but that brought it's own issues!

Omega's saliva was nasty.

A bite in the wrong place could get infected so bad, so fast, and the only right place was the mating gland. It could handle all the bacteria and slight venom in an omega's spit.

Simon's right trap couldn't.

Shit.

Johnny was going to have to drag him to the first-aider the second he got Simon through to a state where he wouldn't make an absolute scene.

Well, it was done now.

There was nothing Johnny could do about it.

The best thing to do was keep fucking Simon, make him cum, force a downtime wave of his rut so he could safely wrangle him out of the 141's block and to the nearest medic.

His condom was overflowing now, though, Johnny could feel it, and he really didn't want to have to deal with that part of the clean up, especially not right before he had to get Simon to someone who could treat his bite wound. And he doubted Simon would be okay with anyone other than Johnny knowing that he'd been letting his omega fuck him, so he would have to clean Simon up properly before he wrangled him out of the room.

He patted his hand around on the sheets, searching for another condom without tearing his gaze away from the sluggishly bleeding wound in Simon's shoulder. Thankfully, it didn't take long to find one, and he pulled carefully out of Simon, holding his cock at the base to keep the messy, used condom on it.

Simon shook his head, eyes squeezing shut tight. ""Ah- Nh! No! N-no…" His ass squeezed even tighter, doing everything he could to keep Johnny inside him. "D-don't pull- don't p-pull…" He sobbed as Johnny's cock popped free. "O-out-" He squirmed on the sheets, rope digging so hard into his muscles as he fought to get free of it, tears spilling down his temples and into his ears, head thrashing side to side.

Well…

Shit.

Johnny… hadn't expected that.

"Hey, no, alpha, calm down," Johnny murmured, pushing his scent out, making it soft and soothing. He pulled the condom off as fast as he could. There wasn't really anything else he could do but get a new one on as fast as he could. "I'm just putting a new one on." He tied the condom off, dropping it on the bed to deal with later.

Simon shook his head, frantic. "No! No, no, no… Don't!" And Johnny frowned at him, new condom still unopened in his hand.

He needed to take Simon to first-aid as soon as he was semi-sane again. Johnny couldn't fuck him without a condom, the clean up would take too long, and he would have to do the clean up. Simon wouldn't want to leave the room with the evidence that he'd taken it up the ass still dripping out of him.

"D-don't put it on- N-no more…" Simon begged, and Johnny's frown only deepened.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck had he completely fucking misunderstood everything?

Oh God.

Shit.

Okay, he- he needed to-

"W-without… Do i-it without," Simon sobbed. "Please- p-please- need it, now. Please. Please omega. Please-" Pathetic, desperate little sobs shook his chest. He was almost Wailing, almost Yowling, and it made panic stir in Johnny's soul, a bone deep need to fix it.

He leaned over Simon, pressing kisses to his chest, murmuring soothing words into his skin. It didn't help though, and at this point Price was going to kick the door in any second to come check that they were okay.

One of his boys was in distress, real, actual distress.

Johnny pressed three fingers into Simon, filling him up again, and he stilled. For a moment, Johnny didn't dare move, just kept his lips pressed to Simon's chest, breath fanning out across his hot, sweaty skin.

Then Price knocked on the door, and Johnny pushed himself upright again.

"W-we're okay!" He called, voice trembling.

Simon wouldn't appreciate Price walking in on him with three of Johnny's fingers up his ass. He really wouldn't appreciate that. Johnny didn't want to know how he'd react to it.

Chances were he'd launch himself at Price, try to fight him to regain his dignity.

"You sure?" Price asked, voice very muffled through all the room's sound proofing. Johnny had to strain to hear it, and he supposed that was probably a good thing, because it meant that Price wouldn't have heard much.

Probably.

Hopefully.

He wouldn't say anything if he had heard anything more than Simon's near-Wailing, if he'd heard Simon begging Johnny not to pull out, begging Johnny to fuck him raw.

Price wouldn't do that to Simon.

"Yeah! I- I'm sure," Johnny promised, staring down at Simon. He was so quiet and still now, calm again.

What just happened?

Simon had never gotten like that before.

The shine of light on the edges of the bite mark drew Johnny's attention to it again. With how red Simon's skin was, his blood barely stood out against it. "Uh- But- um- C-could you get the first aid kit ready for when we come out? I- Uh- I- I might have, um… I might have bitten him?"

"You… You bit him?" Price asked, and Johnny could barely hear him, but he could tell he was trying his best not to laugh.

"…Yeah."

"Okay. I'll- Yeah, I'll get you the first aid kit. You'll need to take him to first-aid, though!"

"Yeah! I know! I will! Just- just let me get him sane!"

Price called something through the door in reply, but Johnny wasn't paying attention.

Simon was rocking his hips, fucking himself slowly, shallowly on Johnny's fingers. He was staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed over, mouth open, drool dripping down and seeping out from under the muzzle.

They probably needed to talk about… this… when Simon was properly out of his rut again. God only knew if he'd be willing to talk about it once he wasn't out of his mind with the need to get off, though. Johnny would just have to hope to God that he was willing.

This was… definitely something to talk through properly.

"Sorry alpha," Johnny murmured. "I gotta put a condom on. Can't fuck you raw, even if I wanna." He searched for the unopened condom packet again, keeping his fingers inside Simon and using his teeth and one free hand to open the condom and roll it onto his dick. He pressed his fingers more deliberately into Simon's prostate, something in his chest relaxing a little when Simon let out a contented sigh.

There were still tears on his face, but they weren't spilling from his eyes anymore, just drying on his skin from earlier. Johnny wanted to wipe them away, clean Simon up a little, but he couldn't reach the wet wipes on the bedside table.

"I- I gotta take my fingers out, alpha," he murmured, and Simon clenched hard around them, like he was trying to stop him from doing it. "I- I gotta, alpha. If I don't I can't keep fucking you. You want that, right? You- you want me to keep fucking you?"

Simon blinked, dropping his head to the side and rubbing his face against the pillows. He nodded. "Y-yeah…" he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to take a deep, slow breath. "Please, omega."

Johnny nodded, pulling his fingers out slowly and quickly replacing them with his dick again, pushing in and groaning at the way Simon's body welcomed him, hot and tight and overwhelming. He didn't waste time, started fucking Simon straight away, thrusts a little shaky with the remaining overstimulation. He couldn't stop, though. He wanted Simon to cum. Wanted him to cum and his rut to break a little, just enough that he could take him to get his bite wound treated.

Simon squirmed on the sheets, muscles straining against the rope. He moaned every time Johnny pushed in all the way, settling as deep inside him as possible for a second before starting all over again.

He looked close already. Johnny knew the look of it by heart. Simon's eyes were hazy, rolling back, long, white eyelashes fluttering beautifully. They were clumped together with tears, glittering softly, and Johnny wanted to take a photo. He wanted a photo of Simon blissed out on his cock, spaced out in a way he'd never seen before. Simon would probably tear his throat out the second he registered the cha-click of his phone's camera, though, so he'd just have to commit the view to memory. Maybe he'd paint it from memory at some point, keep the piece hidden in a locking box hidden somewhere no one would ever find it.

He leaned over Simon to kiss his chest, still fucking him, hard. He was jostling Simon up into the pillows with every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping Simon's ass echoing off the ceiling. "Feel good?" He asked. He didn't pull his lips away from Simon's skin, trailing wet kisses up to his collar bones to line them with the speckling red of future bruises.

Simon wouldn't be able to answer him, but Johnny didn't care. He kept kissing him, licking up the sweat off Simon's pecs, dragging his lips down over the swell of them. He reached Simon's nipple, dragging his tongue over it, flicking the little nub in the centre with the tip of his tongue.

It drew another moan out of Simon, louder, more ragged, and Johnny clenched around nothing.

He hadn't played with Simon's nipples before. Didn't know they were sensitive.

He licked again, and Simon's back arched, pushing his chest up like he wanted more.

Johnny couldn't deny him.

Pressing his lips to Simon's chest, he sucked on his nipple, and Simon whined, high pitched and gorgeous. He kept arching, kept pushing his chest up into Johnny's face, whimpering desperate half-words under his breath, nonsense begging Johnny to keep going.

Don't stop.

Johnny wasn't going to.

Simon's chest was soft and full, muscle relaxed and squishy, and Johnny loved it. He never wanted to stop. He wanted to do this every time they fucked. He wanted to fuck Simon every time they fucked, take him apart like this a hundred more times.

Simon's ass was getting tighter and tighter the longer Johnny played with his nipple, the longer and harder he fucked him. And he was fucking him hard. He wanted Simon to cum, and he wanted him to cum soon. It didn't matter if he couldn't keep up the pace for another ten minutes. Simon was going to cum before then.

And he wanted him to cum hard.

He wanted him to cum so hard he was down for the count for the next hour.

So he kept sucking on his nipple, kept fucking him as hard as he could, only stopping to grind his dick into Simon's prostate to make him sob.

He was just letting Johnny do anything to him, letting him fuck him and play with his nipples, crying and moaning nonstop, shaking pathetically on the bed. His toes were pointed, calves pulling tight, and he wasn't that flexible, but Johnny could tell he was trying to straighten his legs, feet above his head. He looked obscene, an omega presenting for his alpha, except it was the other way round and he was letting Johnny do it, was begging him to keep going, to 'please, p-please, please! F-fuck me- fuck me omega, please, fuck me-'

He was a mess. He was an absolute mess, all for Johnny, only for Johnny.

No one else got this.

No one else even got to see this.

It was all for Johnny.

"Y-yeah?" Johnny asked, lifting his lips from Simon's chest and getting a desperate, devastated sound in response. Simon's nipple was puffy, red, speckled with darker spots of red all around. He'd have a hickey there soon, and Johnny bit his lip at the thought of it. "H-How does it feel?" Johnny asked, trailing a hand down Simon's stomach, feeling the way his muscles flinched and twitched under his touch, slick with sweat.

He didn't stop until he reached where Simon's ass was stretched open around his cock, trailing his finger around the edge of Simon's hole just to feel the way it fluttered under his touch. Simon whimpered, and Johnny's cunt drooled down his thighs as he kissed his way across Simon's chest to his other nipple to give it the same treatment as the first.

"How does it feel?" He asked into Simon's skin, and he pressed his finger in alongside his cock. "Being used?"

Simon's mouth hung open behind his muzzle, and Johnny sucked on his nipple hard to force a noise out of him, guttural and short. "I-it feels good!" Simon yelped, his voice completely and utterly fucked out.

"Does it?" Johnny asked.

He couldn't help it.

He needed to hear Simon say it again.

Simon whined, head falling to the side so he could try and wipe his face on the pillows again. It wouldn't help him look any more presentable. Nothing short of a three hour long hot bath would help him look presentable. "Y-yes! I love i-it!"

It made Johnny's blood rush. He was almost dizzy with it, the power trip of having his alpha, the most terrifying man in the 141, hell, In the SAS as a whole, whimpering and crying and begging on his cock. The noises coming out of Simon were music to Johnny's ears: breathy little 'hah ah- ah!'s, choked off, guttural groans, 'hng- f-f… ng'

"T-then…" Johnny groaned. He was close. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to keep going if he came again. He needed Simon to cum first. He needed to feel how tight he got when he came. Pushing himself upright again took his lips away from Simon's nipple, and maybe that wasn't the best plan if he was trying to get Simon to cum before him, but he wanted to see, wanted to look at him, watch him as he started to come apart. "Aren't you f-forgetting something?" He asked, voice strained, cock pounding into Simon's prostate and making him sob. "What do you s-say to someone who makes you feel g-good? Hmm?"

Simon's eyes rolled back in his skull, teeth grinding together. "T-thank y-you!" The word turned into a wobbly whine, trailing off high pitched.

Johnny grabbed him by the muzzle, the plastic around its edges wet, and forced Simon's face forwards again. "Look at me when you say that…" he murmured, and his voice was nowhere near steady, but Simon was far too out of it to notice. "Don't be rude, alpha."

Simon barely managed to peel his eyes open again, face screwed up and so red it looked painful. "Th-thank… you- S-sir!"

"Good boy," Johnny barely managed to get it out, voice failing him, buckling under the pressure.

"Oh fuck!" Simon's muscles snapped tight and he arched off the bed, wailing. His ass spasmed around Johnny and his eyes rolled back in his head again. He shook like he was possessed, and his dick, still caged was nearly purple, drooling cum onto his lower stomach.

There was so much of it.

So much more than usual.

It all pooled in his abs, dripping down the creases his position forced into his stomach. He sobbed and writhed as he came, shaking and whimpering as Johnny fucked him through it, his own orgasm slamming into him, making his thrusts stutter until he couldn't bring himself to pull out anymore, rolling his hips against Simon's ass, only making him cry louder as he abused his probably ridiculously sensitive prostate.

Johnny all but collapsed onto him when he was done, only just remembering to be careful about touching Simon's caged up cock. His dick slipped out of Simon, condom still on and full of cum. Gross. He wrapped his arms around Simon, digging his trembling hands under his back, prying them into the rope around his wrists, slowly picking the knot loose and releasing Simon's wrists from where they'd been bound for the last… god only knew how long.

With the knot gone, the rest of the rope fell away, Simon's legs falling to Johnny's sides. He dragged his arms out from under his back, wrapping them around Johnny so hard it was almost painful. He didn't care, didn't make a sound to tell Simon it was too tight.

If Simon needed to hug him this hard right now, he was going to let him.

They were filthy. They'd have to shower before they left the room to take Simon to first-aid, but Johnny didn't care. He'd think about that later. Right now he just held Simon, exhausted and murmuring soft words into his throat, telling him he was so good, such a good alpha, so good to his omega, always letting his omega look after him how he wanted.

Simon tried to return the words, but his voice was gone.

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