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The first time Till plopped himself down on Ivan’s lap, head shoved into the taller boy’s chest as he closed his eyes and took in deep lungfuls of the alpha’s scent, the two boys had been 12 and 13 respectively. Till was finally presenting.
With two omega parents, Till’s subgender had been an obvious guess since birth. Ivan had presented as an alpha a year prior and ever since, he had been counting down the days until Till fully came into his own subgender.
Staring down at the newly presented omega gifted Ivan the view of his childhood friend and lifetime-long love with his eyes closed in bliss, his hands gently grasping Ivan’s shirt. The boy was still as he remained enclosed in a curtain of calming alpha pheromones. One could almost think Till was asleep from how content he looked curled up atop Ivan’s lap leaning into his chest, breathing steadily.
Hyuna, an older student at their school, raised a hand to her mouth as she gushed at the sweet display in front of her, “Oh my god!” she whisper-yelled to their group as they sat eating lunch together, “He’s finally presenting! Aw look at him, you’re his safe place Ivan. They say newly presented omegas will seek out a trusted alpha to help soothe the rush of hormones.”
This was true. Ivan had done a lot of research in preparation for Till’s subgender presentation. Generally, a newly presented omega will remain very lethargic as their body adapts to its new physiological changes. A trusted alpha would normally stay by the omega’s side during this time to relieve any emotional distress they may experience. This person could range from family, trained medical staff, or in Ivan and Till’s case, close friends.
An omega’s heats wouldn’t fully start until later along in puberty, with pseudo-heats normally starting from age 15.
The group had been waiting for Till’s turn to present, being the youngest among their friends, he was the last to embrace his subgender. Mizi, Sua, and Luka were also sitting on the grass eating their lunches with the group before Till had interrupted. The group had quieted down since the omega’s appearance as they watched the display in front of them.
Till’s warm lime citrus scent could be observed over the smell of their lunches. Ivan had been dying to find out what Till’s pheromones would smell like since he had learned the concept of them and he was not disappointed. He battled the instinct to bury his face into Till’s neck to instead tend to the boy in his arms.
Ivan gently reached a hand around Till’s waist to steady him as he tilted the boy’s face up with his other hand, “You still with me?”
Till opened his teal eyes with a small grimace, “I’m just tired Ivan, not out of it.”
“Well, you don’t mind me getting up to take you home then?”
“Don’t wanna move. Just. Fucking stay still for like 5 minutes longer.”
There was a soft tittering from their audience as Sua and Luka laughed at Till’s inherent grumpiness and Mizi and Hyuna continued to coo at how cute the grey haired boy was acting.
“If we go home now you can rest on my bed as we watch some movies.”
The two boys had been neighbours since they were babies. Practically, growing up in each other’s houses equally throughout the years.
Till closed his eyes again, exhaustion leaving him pliant, “Fine. Just, in a bit.”
Ivan chuckled to himself. He carefully shrugged off his school jacket and draped it over Till’s back and, in one smooth movement, stood up. He supported Till’s weight from his waist and thighs, hoisting him up for a better grip to ensure he wouldn’t fall.
Till let out a low gasp from the change in position but quickly tightened his legs around Ivan‘s back to hold on, “Show off,” he grumbled into Ivan’s neck as the changing positions had moved him up from his spot between Ivan’s pecs to resting his face on his shoulder.
Ivan had been getting into sport lately, causing the black-haired boy to have to stay back for practice on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Till would wait for him from the sidelines either drawing or doodling music compositions in the back of his school books.
The added muscle definition Ivan had developed was, apparently, not all for show as he lifted Till like he weighed nothing.
Ivan bid their group goodbye and carried Till to the front office, calling Io to come pick them up. The two boys would be given a few days off of school to let Till rest and then things would be back to normal, one extra omega added to their friend group’s lineup.
Till liked Ivan’s scent. There was no denying it. From the way he sought the older boy out when Till first presented to the way Ivan’s pheromones could calm him down like nothing else could, it was clear Ivan’s alpha aspects completed Till’s own omegan ones.
As the two continued through the woes of puberty, this fact only became more and more clear to themselves and their peers around them.
Ivan’s scent became stronger as he got older, a rustic woody scent that reminded Till of stargazing with the older boy in his backyard during sticky summer evenings while they were growing up. It was a deeply nostalgic smell that had managed to calm down a riled up Till on multiple occasions.
The two were inseparable and it was a rare occurrence for one of them to not have some part of them scented by the other on any given day, much to the chagrin of all those around them.
Sua had complained on multiple occasions that the two of them were basically already bonded and should take their pathetic flirting far away from their group.
Every time the topic of the two of them bonding was brought up, Till would turn a particularly rosy shade of pink and sputter that the two of them were just really close friends. Ivan would just smile politely and change the subject.
Sua would then dramatically drape herself across her girlfriend’s shoulder and cry out, “I can’t take them anymore Mizi.”
The two remaining girls of their friend group had started going out the year before and had become somewhat of a celebrity couple among their classmates due to Mizi’s preppy attitude that meant she was friends with everyone, and Sua’s role as school captain. They had even been nominated as queen and queen for the school’s informal student-voted awards coming up at the end of the year for graduation.
Which was close approaching. In just a few months, their year group would be graduating and their high school days would be behind them.
Till wanted to study art in college. He had a few options but hadn’t decided where he wanted to go just yet. As cheesy as it sounded, he wanted to talk to Ivan about where he was planning to go first before deciding how far away he was willing to move.
The only problem was that every time Till brought up the topic of college and life after graduation to the older boy, Ivan would get a somber look on his face and his scent would sour the air around them with displeasure. Till didn’t have the heart to keep pestering him when the topic was clearly upsetting him so.
So Till had left the conversation for future Till to deal with. Except, perhaps he had left it a little too late as he was now standing next to Ivan in his graduation robes still none the wiser about his plans post high school.
“Smile! Oh, do you boys want to get a photo with the sign out the front?” Io had bought a second-hand DSLR camera just for this occasion so she could get high quality shots of their first big academic milestone.
Ivan’s parents were busy overseas for business, so Io had taken him under her wing for the day as she celebrated both of their big days.
Till had been feeling a little off all day, but he had chalked it up to nerves and excitement in experiencing a big life event.
They made their way down to the front of the school and on the final step Till felt himself wobble but saved himself the embarrassment of face planting into the cement by grabbing the handrail. He was feeling a little feverish all of a sudden as well and took a second to try and catch his breath.
Ivan was quickly by his side, a frantic quality to his voice that was unusual for the boy, “I think we should get you home. Now. You smell…”
Ivan’s nose was suddenly in Till’s hair, a deep inhale followed up by an embarrassed squawk from the younger boy below him interrupted his sentence, “…really good. Till. Till, I think you’re going into heat.”
“WHAT!? Now?! You better not be fucking joking around. I’ll kill you if this is a prank.”
Ivan’s face moved from Till’s head to the side of his neck, “I wouldn’t joke about this Till. I think you need to go home before it gets worse.” Each word looked like it took even more out of Ivan to utter.
Till ran a hand down his face, lamenting his life, “Okay. Okay. Fuck. Let’s go home. Mum’s already gotten a fuckton of photos. We’ll see Mizi and Sua later this week. Let’s go. Everything's fine.”
Io took one look at Till and ushered the two boys into the car to drive them home, the two of them nuzzling and scenting the whole 15 minute drive back on the backseat.
Till’s condition got worse and the sweet smell emanating from him got stronger and stronger the closer they got to his room.
Io quickly pulled Ivan aside as Till made his way up the stairs to his bedroom, “This is his first real heat. I can see you want to be here for him, but I need serious Ivan right now to answer me. He’s not in his right mind right now. He might say or do things he wouldn’t normally feel comfortable doing. Are you going to be able to stay in control and look after him?”
Ivan had never nodded his head so fast in his life, “I swear on my life Io, I would never knowingly do anything to make Till uncomfortable. I just want to help him.”
Io smiled and ruffled Ivan’s hair affectionately, “Okay. I’ll be out here as well if you need anything. Go.”
Ivan followed the sweet smell of limeade to Till’s open doorway. Inside, the omega had stripped down to his boxers, his rented suit strewn across the floor, and was curled up in a ball in the haphazard nest atop his bed. Ivan took one wooden step forward and closed the door behind him.
The noise brought Till’s beautiful teal eyes up to meet Ivan’s obsidian ones. Till reached a hand out to Ivan to beckon him closer. The room was quickly filling up with the smell of sugary citrus.
Till was covered in a full body flush and he was lightly panting, every now and again he would make a small whining noise.
Ivan moved closer but dared not intrude upon an omega’s nest. He got one knee down on Till’s bedsheets before he froze completely, afraid of angering the younger boy and getting officially kicked out.
“Till, am I allo—“
A whiny high noise in the back of Till’s throat cut him off, “Ivan. Get in the nest or god help me I’m going to stab you.”
Ivan climbed over Till and settled in beside the curled up omega. He wound his arms around Till’s waist and pulled the shorter boy into his embrace.
Ivan took off his suit jacket and went to throw it onto Till’s floor but a hand grasping the sleeve stopped him. Till took the jacket and added it to his nest above his face where he could smell it the strongest. Till then, unceremoniously, rolled over and buried his nose into Ivan’s chest and mirrored Ivan’s embrace, winding his own arms around the alpha’s back.
“How do you feel?” Ivan murmured into Till’s hair, affection causing his tone to come across much too soft and fond after his omega’s cute display.
“Hot. Weak. I could do without the cramps.” Till shifted his legs like he couldn’t get comfortable, an even darker blush spreading across his cheeks, “Slick feels really gross.” Till’s words were so muffled from Ivan’s shirt due to his extreme embarrassment, Ivan almost missed such important, pivotal information. Ivan scented the air, there was a faint smell of concentrated lime that he deduced must be Till slicking in his boxers.
All of the pseudo heats Till had experienced up until now had never been so intense. They mostly just made him sleepy and a little horny, which he mostly just slept off after a lacklustre jerk off session.
An omega’s first real heat was generally the first time they experienced slicking and other negative symptoms of heat cycles including cramping and the infamously strong arousal that took over all other instincts. And their scent would become sickening sweet, beckoning nearby alphas to mate and breed.
Ivan was holding himself back but Till’s scent had also not reached a point where he felt like he was losing control. Till, on the other hand, was barely holding on, he had begun to weakly grind against the plane of Ivan’s upper thigh while the hand not grasping Ivan snuck behind him and under the waistband of his boxers to prod at the source of his leaking wetness.
Ivan gulped down the saliva building in his mouth as he watched the movement of Till’s obscured hand. Till’s quiet moans were going to be saved within his core memories until he drew his last breath.
Ivan tightened his grasp on Till as his moans began to grow in volume and frequency. Till’s grinding back and forth was bringing him twice the pleasure as he rocked his erection into Ivan’s thigh and his ass into the fingers playing with his hole. He was getting close.
Ivan dragged his eyes away from Till’s arm to study his expression as he got closer and closer to the edge. Till’s mouth was constantly open now with a small amount of drool escaping down his chin as he panted and moaned. Till’s eyebrows pinched together as he finally came with a bitten off cry, his hips stuttering against Ivan’s leg as he came in his boxers.
Ivan distantly knew he was straining in his suit pants but there was no way he was getting his brain to function on anything other than observing Till come down from his high.
Slowly Till caught his breath and opened his eyes—his pretty teal eyes that were currently betraying a decent amount of panic as Till took in his surroundings with a clearer mind, “Holy fuck.” He murmured to himself, moving to sit up and put some distance between him and Ivan, “I’m sorr—“
“This is the best day of my life. Don’t apologise.” Ivan quickly interjected.
Till blinked once before shoving Ivan lightly, the panic leaving his limbs almost instantaneously, “Don’t say that, that’s so fucking embarrassing, you freak.”
Till went to hide his face in his hands but stopped mid motion as one of his hands was covered with slick that glistened in the lamp light as he inspected it with a growing level of mortification.
Ivan jumped to attention before Till could return to his panicked state. Climbing over Till, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it with some warm water to wipe the omega down with. He returned to his spot and let Till wipe down his hand and the front and back of his boxers. Till was barely keeping his eyes open by the end and a stifled yawn brought a soft chuckle to Ivan’s lips.
Till had returned to his position, nuzzled into Ivan’s neck scent gland, and he began to doze off with Ivan running his fingers through his hair.
“Oh I wanted to talk to you today.” Till drawled sleepily, “I kept trying to talk to you about college but you looked so depressed whenever I tried. I wanted to ask if you would like to be my roommate, but I didn’t know what college you were planning on going to…”
Ivan blinked. Till wanted to become roommates with him? Ivan had been avoiding the conversation because he had been under the impression that Till was trying to break the news that he was moving away. Ivan had only wanted to live in ignorant bliss for a little while longer.
“Till. There is nothing in this world that could stop me from staying by your side.”
Till smiled to himself as he drifted off, “Good. That’s good…”
Attending the same college as Till was non-negotiable to Ivan. He was set to inherit his father’s business anyway, so the degree was only for show, it didn’t matter where or if he even completed it.
Till did indeed study art just like he had hoped to, so half of their shared apartment was dedicated to his art supplies.
Many a night was spent with Ivan resting on Till’s shoulder watching him sketch, paint, or try out whatever medium had taken his fancy for the week.
It was also during their first year at college that Till started noticing, well, how his relationship with Ivan was maybe not as normal as he once believed.
The first time someone asked Till for Ivan’s number, he had been sufficiently calm in telling them that there was no way in hell he would be doing that.
By the third and fourth time in the same week, he was unable to hide his blatant hostility from the moment the conversations commenced.
“You live with Ivan, right? Is he dating anyone?”
Till looked up from his sketchbook, his scent taking on a sour note as he glared up at one of the omega girls from his class.
“Can you give me his number at least? He doesn’t have to know I got it from you.”
Till suppressed the urge to give her the finger and instead managed to utter out, “If you want his number, you should ask him yourself.”
“Yeah, but—“
“I’m not giving you his number. Fuck off.” Till returned his attention to his half-finished drawing.
The girl finally took the hint and left, muttering all the while about how rude Till was; how she couldn’t understand why Ivan stuck around him so much.
Good riddance, Till thought.
Except it kept happening. People continued to bother Till when he was walking around campus.
There were a few more incidents of people asking for Ivan’s number, but what struck Till was the number of people that asked him how long Ivan and Till had been dating for.
And telling them that they weren’t only seemed to award him with a sly smirk from the questioner and an insincere, sure. Like they were all in on some secret but were oh-so gracious enough not to call him out on it.
“You need to tell your groupies to stop asking me for your number.” Till slammed the door closed behind him. Five people had stopped to talk to him about Ivan today. Five! Till couldn’t take this anymore.
“Did you give it to them?” Ivan’s unbothered tone only pissed Till off more.
“No? What the fuck? That’s a breach of your privacy and trust. Why would I give it to them? What. Would you give someone my number if they asked you for it?”
“No, of course not.” Ivan paused, “But I would ask them for their’s, and get their name, and maybe their address too if I can swing it, so I can look them up later and make sure they stop pursuing you.”
Till only hummed sinking into the plush cushions beside Ivan on the couch, immune to most of Ivan’s freakness at this stage in his life, “If you keep that behaviour up they’ll continue thinking we’re together.” he said, as he rested his head on Ivan’s shoulder to attempt to stave off the headache he could feel forming.
“Would that be so bad?”
Till hummed to himself again, no, he guessed it wouldn’t be so bad.
Often Ivan would walk Till to his classes and leave with a casual brush of his wrist across the back of Till’s neck.
Till had yelled at him the first time he did it but every time Till bitched about it the asshole had a new excuse ready, whether it be for safety, or, so you don’t miss me, or, you seemed a bit agitated—I thought it would help calm you down.
Eventually Till stopped complaining and just let Ivan scent mark him whenever he wanted. It was a waste of energy spent otherwise.
Unfortunately, his newly acquainted friend from class was not as unaffected when it came to Ivan’s Ivan-ness.
“Does he always act like that?”
“Like what?”
“Dude, are you serious? Like you’re his pregnant wife—”
Till’s glare was so scathing that Acorn decided to change the trajectory of his sentence out of pure self-preservation, “Fine, like you’re his newly claimed mate and he’s trying to coax you back into your shared nest so he can ravage you.”
“Bro. Dude, what the fuck? What kind of sick and twisted thoughts are you coming up with? Do I need to block your number or something, why the hell is that something you’ve been imagining?”
“See, that’s the problem Till. I’m not imagining it. You’re being purposefully obtuse about this. There is no way you haven't noticed the way that he treats you differently from others.”
“I mean, yeah? But he’s always been like that. We grew up together. We’re close.”
“You’re ‘sit on his lap during lunchtime’ close? Last month, when he entered pre-rut that one morning, he growled at everyone that so much as even looked at you. Most days you come to class smelling more like him than yourself! And that’s on days when he doesn’t pull that shit that I saw just now. Do you, like, sleep in his bed or something? Wear his pheromones like cologne? That man is courting you Till.”
Till grimaced at the onslaught of evidence as he felt his case slipping through his fingers.
Messaging Sua about the situation was really an inevitable circumstance Till should have anticipated the moment he started having thoughts about Ivan that included him sinking his teeth into his mating gland and making good on his alpha stamina he liked to brag about.
Till: Does Ivan like me?
Sua: Dear god what did I ever do to deserve this torture
Sua: You are the most dumbass 4 dumbass couple I have ever seen
Sua: We all thought you were dating years ago
Sua: I saw you lick his bonding gland last month at that party?
Sua: Tf you mean does Ivan like you?
Till felt his face fill with colour. Her rapid fire messages made his head dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to his face and neck.
Till: Okay, in my defence, I was drunk
Sua: Drunk actions, sober thoughts
Sua: If you confess to him in the next two weeks, Luka owes me $200
Sua: Don’t message me again until he’s either bonded you or you kick him out of your apartment
Sua: Ideally the first one please. Do you know how hard it is to deal with Ivan when he is having withdrawals from sniffing your dirty laundry?
Till shut off his phone like turning off the screen would erase the words Sua had just injected into his mind.
Like usual, Till had the tact of a train going full speed with its brakes cut.
“What are your thoughts on bonding? With me I mean. Bonding with me.“
The sound of glass shattering rings out from the kitchen as the cup that had been held in Ivan’s grasp falls to the floor, “Are you currently suffering from a concussion? Or getting blackmailed? Wait, my answer is yes first.”
“It wasn’t a yes or no question,” Till mumbled.
“Why are you asking?”
“Am I not allowed to ask?”
“I want to know why you’re asking.”
“I’ve just… been thinking about it, y’know? An unbonded omega and alpha living together? It causes a lot of misunderstandings.”
Ivan took a moment to ponder Till’s stupid, stupid logic before replying, “And your plan to solve these misunderstandings is to no longer make them incorrect?”
Till coloured beautifully as his mind worked on overdrive to figure out a way to convince Ivan to mark him without admitting that that’s what he had been gearing for. Ivan continues speaking before Till managed to find a suitable counter argument.
“You want to become my mate before you’ve even had your first kiss?”
Till’s eyes lit up as he spotted an easy comeback, “Well, that wouldn’t be an issue if we were bonded, because then we can do all that stuff no problem!”
Ivan chuckled, finally understanding what logic track Till had his brain set to, “Till, are you asking me to go out with you?”
“What!?” Till pointed his finger in Ivan’s face, “I’m just saying that it’s not unusual for bonded mates to cuddle and kiss and scent each other in public. If we were bonded, then we could do all that without other people thinking it’s weird, and also your fans would stop annoying me. It’s a win-win.”
Ivan was a needle thread away from bursting out into the ugly laugh only Till managed to elicit from him, “Bonded mates also get married, have kids, and are generally in love with each other Till,” Ivan stalked closer into Till’s personal space. “Bonded mates fuck and spend their heats and ruts together. They live out their lives and grow old together. Is that what you’re asking me Till?”
Till felt as his heart rate skyrocketed and his palms grew sweaty, “Don’t swear. It’s so fucking weird hearing you curse. And yeah, so? My question still stands. What are your thoughts on bonding with me?”
Ivan was right next to Till’s ear now, huffing his lime scent, tinged with the sweet indicator of arousal, “Till. I’ve wanted to claim you since you presented as an omega. I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move in case I was reading our relationship dynamic wrong.”
Till’s eyes flickered down to Ivan’s mouth and from there it was all over. Ivan’s lips were on his before he could even blink and were soon followed up by his tongue seeking entry. Ivan held onto the back of Till’s head as the two of them exchanged spit and panted into the small space between them.
They had both never done this before and yet Till could feel the difference in their skill as he messed up the rhythm and felt his legs turn to jelly immediately.
“How are you so good at this?” He accused when they pulled apart for a second to let Till catch his breath, lungs burning.
“I studied to make it good for you. Let me take you to bed. I have pills that can induce a heat. I’ll claim you as mine tonight if you want me to.”
Ivan’s eyes were a little crazed and Till didn’t doubt that he really did have those pills stashed away somewhere.
“Okay,” Till whispered. And when Ivan’s eyes widened he quickly amended his statement, “To taking me to bed. My heat is next week. You can wait until then to claim me.”
Ivan didn’t let a second go to waste as he grabbed Till under the thighs and hoisted him into his arms to carry him to Till’s room.
“We’ve gotta decide who’s room we’ll be sharing after we bond.”
Till whimpered as the display of strength did things to his insides. Things that were causing the back of his pants to become damp.
“One day I’m going to breed you full of pups as you lay here in our nest,” Ivan whispered as he deposited Till into his arranged nest of blankets and dirty clothes from around the apartment.
A full body shudder ran through Till’s limbs and a deep blush settled on his face, “In your dreams, fuckface,” he denied weakly, a defensive mechanism to his instincts that were telling him to roll over and submit.
Ivan snuggled up closer to the omega and crooned into his ear, “Already happened baby. Every time I wrap my hands around my cock it’s all I can think about—you, spread out beneath me, whining for my knot as you writhe, dripping slick into our nest.”
A high keening noise escaped from the back of Till’s throat as he nuzzled into the comforting scent of Ivan’s alpha pheromones that surrounded the two of them.
Ivan trailed his hands down the sides of Till’s body and settled on his hips, slipping the tips of his fingers under the waistband of his jeans, “Can I take these off?”
Till bashfully nodded and lifted his hips as Ivan undid the button and pulled his pants and boxers off in one go.
“Fuck. You smell so sweet right now. Every time you get turned on your scent has this strawberry note to it. I can tell whenever you’ve been jerking off because your room fills with the smell of it.” Till’s breath hitched as Ivan manhandled one of the omega’s legs over his shoulder, leaving his hole exposed as his other leg fell open to give Ivan access to do as he pleased.
“I have to hold myself back from stealing your bedsheets whenever I smell strawberries from my room. But I could never disturb your nest. Never. The most wonderful nest that my pretty little omega made just for us, right? You filled it with all the scents that you like from my laundry basket. Do you imagine it’s me inside you instead when you try to fit as many fingers as you can in here as you leak slick down your arm?” Ivan tested the resistance of Till’s rim as he dipped his index finger into the slick drooling from Till’s entrance. “Do you want to find out how it compares to a real alpha cock?”
Till reached a hand down to pump his cock with a startled gasp as Ivan’s words ran through him like an electric shock, “Please,” he whispered, as overwhelmed tears threatened to run down the sides of his face.
Ivan pressed two fingers in carefully after ensuring they were sufficiently coated in the sticky, slick drenching the back of Till’s thighs. Fucking his wrist in steady pumps, Ivan spread his fingers to allow another digit in beside them to prepare Till for what was still to come.
Ivan pulled Till’s hand away from where he was still jerking himself and trapped it against the bed above Till’s head. The new position left Till to stare into Ivan’s eyes as the older boy’s fingers massaged his walls, opening him up to take the size of Ivan’s alpha cock.
“You’re going to never want to feel empty again after we’re done here,” Ivan panted as he slowed down the tempo of his wrist. “You’re going to wake up every morning lamenting the fact that I’m not inside you—breeding you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Till was now openly crying and drooling as his face became covered in a mixture of fluids—his inner omega begging for Ivan to bite into his neck and sit him on his cock for the rest of the night, “Yes. Yes, please. Put it in. Ivan.”
Ivan pulled his fingers out and used the wetness to slick up his cock, scooping up extra slick to add to the slide. He bumped the head of his cock into Till’s rim on every upstroke, making the smaller boy whine and push himself towards Ivan to try and get him to accidentally slip inside.
Ivan’s voice was awed as he watched Till move with him, “Look at you. So perfect for me. I knew you were my omega the moment we met.”
Till hated to admit that Ivan’s words were only making him wetter as he felt himself gush where Ivan had worked him open just moments earlier, “Just shut up and fuck me already. C’mon.”
Ivan lined himself up and pushed inside, one hand steadying his cock and one hand steadying Till with a firm grasp on his hip. Ivan lived up to the stereotypical alpha physique, Till swore he could feel Ivan all the way in his stomach as he tried to breathe through the staggering intrusion.
“Look how well you take me. Perfectly made to fit my cock inside you. You’re so beautiful Till. So full,” Ivan was murmuring mostly to himself as Till sobbed and cried as Ivan’s thrusts began to pick up speed.
“Ivan! Too much. I’m gonna—!” Till came untouched between them as Ivan’s cock swept across his prostate, fingers curled in the bedsheets above his head. Each pump of Ivan’s cock now drawing out a high pitched ah sound from Till’s lips as Till well and truly fell into overstimulation territory. Hiccuping around Ivan’s name, Till reached down to feel where they were connected and Ivan felt his control slip as he suddenly snapped his hips forward with a groan and spilled deep inside.
Till ran his shaking fingers around the base of Ivan cock—still rocking in and out as he rode the high of his orgasm. He wouldn’t pop a knot until either he was in rut or Till was in heat, but the both of them fantasised about Ivan’s cock locking them together for the rest of the night, spilling load after load until Till was too full to accept anymore.
The two fell into a warm and sticky embrace as Ivan flopped onto his side with Till in tow, the two of them still connected. They lay there for a while before a dull rumbling sound pulled Ivan from his elated high as he worked to locate the unknown sound.
He only realised the sound came from Till when he finally noticed that soft vibrations were emanating from Till’s body as he purred into Ivan’s neck. In all of Ivan’s life he had never heard Till purr and his brain shut off as he observed the content omega in his arms. A soft constant rumble could be heard in the back of Till’s throat as he sleepily jammed his face into Ivan’s scent gland. Ivan swore he was going to experience heart failure as the scene only got cuter as Till began to subconsciously lap at Ivan’s neck, savouring the taste of the alpha’s pheromones on his tongue as he continued to purr and drift in and out of wakefulness.
Ivan allowed himself to enjoy the moment a little longer before he got up to clean them both. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to wait the full week to claim Till as his mate.
Sua answered her phone in three deafening rings, “You better be mated now. I do not want that alpha stinking up my spare room with his pining pheromones.”
Till nervously rubbed the newly bitten bond mark, “You don’t need to worry about housing Ivan.”
It seemed that Till had actually managed to shock Sua based on the few silent beats it took before she replied, “Well, I guess a congratulations is in order. Thanks for the $200 as well, Luka’s going to be so pissed. Would you like me to let Mizi know? She’s gonna want to throw you two a party to celebrate you finally getting together.”
“A-ah you can let her know. I don’t think I can handle more than one of these phone calls right now.”
“Suit yourself. Ah, and Till? I really do mean it. I’m happy for the two of you.”
Till didn’t think this call was going to make him cry when he dialled the number but alas, here he was, “Thanks Sua,” he managed to utter out around a loud sniffle.