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Phainon should have noticed yesterday. The week before even. But his stubbornness and constant denial of how he was feeling made him fail to realize what was happening.
He began noticing the strange symptoms a few days prior when he was sparring with Mydei. He was feeling unusually sweaty and warmer compared to normal, although he didn’t think much of it. He did get hot and sweaty whenever he spent most of his afternoon fixing up his sword skills—so Phainon, feeling more exhausted than usual, didn’t seem too concerned over it.
However, Phainon tends to always disregard one. Simple. Thing.
He is an omega.
The one obvious reason he forgets that he is one is that he’s constantly wearing scent blockers. If he can’t feel himself letting out his scent, then it’s like he isn’t one at all, right?
Phainon’s also not the stereotypical omega that the city of Okhema seems to commonly harbor, either. His body is more on the buff side, with toned biceps, abs, and thick, strong thighs. They were all acquired from constantly fighting along the frontlines against the black tide with his dedicated sword.
Some of these features, among other things, can be the reason that some regular alphas wouldn’t particularly approach Phainon. But it’s not like Phainon minds what other alphas, betas, or omegas think. Well. Except for one particular alpha. Other than that, he’s pretty proud of the work he’s put into his body, and he thinks he looks pretty nice, too, despite still being an omega.
But now, that simple thing is what’s coming in to bite him in the ass.
Phainon is probably on his fourth break from sparring by now, almost drenched in sweat and feeling way too warm for the current clothes he’s wearing. He’s nearly finishing his third bottle of water when Mydei comes up to him with his arms crossed.
“Alright, what’s going on with you?” Even with his eyebrows furrowed, the alpha’s face shows no other readable expression.
The omega finishes the water, clumsily letting drops of it slide down his chin as he sets the now-empty bottle aside.
“What do you mean?” Phainon replies, feigning confusion. “I just need a quick break to catch my breath, that's all.”
That makes Mydei’s eyebrows furrow even more.
“You’ve had at least four breaks in today’s singular sparring session alone. On any other day, you would only take one break before getting up and starting our spar again.” Mydei uncrosses his arms and sits down next to the other. “So, what’s up with you?”
“I—” For once in a while, Phainon doesn’t really have a valid explanation. In his mind, it seems that it should be obvious. The reasoning is right there in the back of his head. But he can’t begin to formulate the words. It’s like he’s forgotten. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I just…don’t. It’s like it’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t figure out a way to explain it.” The omega lifts his gaze from the floor to the alpha sitting next to him. “Perhaps I’m just more tired than usual today. I apologize.”
The apology makes something in Mydei’s expression shift, but it immediately returns to what it was before. It looks like he wants to say something, yet he doesn’t open his mouth.
The constant eye contact and attention Phainon is receiving at this moment from none other than an alpha, more specifically Mydei, makes him feel self-conscious and shy. He doesn't know why, however, considering this kind of feeling didn’t happen to him before.
It also doesn’t help when Mydei himself abstains from wearing scent blockers. Although he’s good at suppressing the amount of pheromones he releases, Phainon can still catch a small whiff of pomegranate mixed with woodfire. Now, having had a few hours of fighting, Mydei’s scent is more prominent to the omega. Phainon may have an inkling that it could also be the reason why he is also feeling more loopy than usual today, too.
He should stop thinking too much about Mydei’s scent before the alpha realizes as well. Phainon sort of doesn’t want Mydei to think he’s some sort of creep.
“I think we should end our sparring here for today,” Mydei says, surprising Phainon from his thoughts.
“Huh?”
The alpha stands up with a sigh. He looks down at the other, who is staring at him with slightly wide eyes.
“You’re currently unwell and unfit to continue. Go home and get some rest. We can try to battle some more tomorrow.” With that, the other turns around and leaves the open area they are in, leaving no room for argument.
Wow, way to get the last word. Phainon thinks. But he guesses Mydei is right. Perhaps he could try and sleep it off, and he may feel better when he wakes up.
Figuring he won’t have much to do at this time of day anyway, he sets off home and gets changed to rest. There is a possibility that he may or may not have prepped one too many blankets on his bed—he did feel a bit of a chill. Definitely.
Not being able to think of any other thing that he has to do before he tunes in for the day, Phainon lies down. His sore and aching muscles cheer in joy at him finally resting his body, and a bit of him feels relieved, too.
So he closes his eyes and hopes this will all help him recuperate.
The sleep, in fact, did not help Phainon at all.
When Phainon wakes up, he notices that he’s nearly drenched in sweat. The blankets on him are immediately kicked off, along with his now-soaked shirt. It gets even worse when Phainon sits up only to feel and realize that his inner thighs are completely coated in slick, the wet patch noticeable on his pants.
And finally.
Finally.
It all clicks together when Phainon realizes that his scent is out and exposed in the open air of his room. His scent blockers had worn off.
Which means he is going into heat.
It now explains why he had been feeling more exhausted over the past few days. It has been a while since he’s had his last heat, considering he takes heat suppressants daily to prevent it from happening.
But why now?
“Fuck. Fuck. Didn’t I take my medication yesterday?” The omega asks himself, trying not to panic. Without attempting to make much movement, Phainom leans over to look at the table beside his bed, peeking into the box where his suppressants should be.
Except there wasn’t anything in the box like he thought. And then Phainon remembers. He had run out of them a couple of days before.
He was supposed to pick up his new batch of heat suppressants from Hyacine before his spar with Mydei—and due to his questionable excitement of getting to fight with the alpha, his previous task completely slipped his mind.
Spending many days and hours in a row around an alpha who very much likes to have his scent out in the open is definitely what caused his heat to spring upon him so suddenly. And of course, with Phainon's stubbornness, he didn’t want to miss a single day of sharpening his skills. He had to keep on challenging Mydei for longer sparring days. It almost makes him sound like a dumb, desperate dog.
Even with his clothes almost entirely off, his body is still so warm and sweaty—it’s uncomfortable. Phainon even begins to feel a deep ache in his lower abdomen.
He remembers having painkillers inside one of the drawers of the bedside table, quickly opening it and mentally cheering in relief that he still had some leftover. The omega pops two into his mouth in hopes of it easing the pain that will multiply tenfold later. He should really consider sending Hyacine a message, but he doesn’t want the others to see him in this embarrassing state.
Instead, he gets up from his bed with a small wince and starts looking through his closet. He skims through clothes and extra blankets to add to the nest his instincts are telling him to make. Phainon has never been good at making his own nests; they’re always tangled and unorganized. In a way, however, it feels right and comfortable for him.
Meanwhile, he sorts through his closet, and he also takes the liberty of removing his soaked pants, not bothering to put on another pair. Not wanting to be entirely naked, he grabs a basic short chiton that won't hug his body uncomfortably and puts it on. The length is long enough to cover most of his lower section, so he then goes back to his previous task with a hum.
He grabs whatever clothes, pants, or blankets he sees fit, gives them a quick sniff, and then tosses them onto the bed. The omega walks back over, moving the garments around into suitable places before he sets himself back on the bed, feeling the weight of his heat settling in his body further.
Phainon wants to try to sleep most of the effects off as much as he can, so he curls himself on top of the nest, burrowing his nose into a neutral scented shirt. A small part of his mind tells him that something is missing from the nest, like a specific scent. Yet he tosses the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on anything else further.
He closes his eyes and wishes that his heat magically disappears when he wakes up, even though he knows it’s impossible.
The next time Phainon wakes, it’s to the sound of his teleslate buzzing on his bedside table. He stirs uncomfortably and reaches out a hand to grab his device. His eyes squint at the brightness, taking a second or two to focus before he sees the cause of his phone waking him up.
Phainon looks at his notifications and sees that he’s gotten a few messages from some of the Chrysos heirs. The most noticeable one is from Mydei, with more than ten messages. He opens their chat to read all of them despite his groggy state.
Mydeimos:
Get some rest, HKS
You left your wooden sword in the courtyard. Come pick it up.
I’m not bringing it to you
You’re going to use it when we spar later. Just leave it there
We can practice for longer this time today
The message is from a few minutes ago, before the next influx of messages came in. Looking at the time, Phainon realizes he slept through the dawn, and it is now the next day in the afternoon. Perhaps the omega slept longer than he thought. He scrolls down to the recent spam messages he received moments ago.
Mydeimos:
You’re late
Where are you?
You never miss a sparring session.
It’s been an hour. Did you run off somewhere?
I’m coming over
Wait. That message was sent just now.
Oh, fuck. Is Mydei seriously coming over to his place right now?
No. The other can’t see him like this. It’s not like he doesn’t have Mydei over a few times. Nonetheless, it will feel more embarrassing for an alpha like Mydei to stumble upon the horrid scene of Phainon in heat. And the omega doesn’t want the older man to see him in such a state. He has to send a message or quickly try and send him away before he realizes what's going on.
But by the time he sits up on the bed, the door of his room clicks open. And he freezes in his place.
“Phainon, I know you’re in here.” The alpha walks into the room, head still tilted towards the floor, “Where the hell have you been all day—”
When Mydei looks up, he immediately halts in his step. It’s very subtle, but Phainon can tell the other knows. The omega’s pheromones are all over the room, and it is on Phainon for never being able to control how much of it he secretes. There’s no doubt that he smells like an omega in heat—with the way Mydei moves in place, Phainon can smell how the other's scent shifts. It’s small, but he notices.
“You…” Mydei starts, “You’re an omega?”
The small fear that Phainon felt quickly slips away at the question, newfound confusion filling its place instead.
“Huh?”
“I thought you were a beta,” Mydei states, a mixture of confusion and something else etched into his features.
Thinking about it, Phainon couldn’t blame him. He always wears scent blockers, never giving off an idea that he is an omega. Although a small part of him thought it would be obvious, despite his body.
He may be in a more sensitive state at this moment, but he feels as if Mydei’s disappointed in finding out his secondary gender. Perhaps he didn’t want someone like Phainon; a buff, strong, and determined omega.
“Is…Is that not what you would want?” Phainon responds meekly, hands fiddling with the blanket under him.
“What I want?” Mydei seems more confused, while also trying to keep his composure.
Now, Phainon has never been insecure about his body—he’s pleased with what he’s worked for, but the situation now makes him feel more self-conscious. The fact that the alpha possibly wants a prettier omega than him, and the more he thinks, the deeper the pang in his heart feels.
“I—Is me being an omega bad? Or is it that I'm an omega with a body like this?”
He doesn’t know what he’s doing or saying. It might be the increasing effects of the heat that make his emotions feel louder, but he can’t help but speak them out.
“What? No—What are you talking about?” Mydei attempts to take a step closer, but stays in place when the younger man tenses up.
“Would you not want me like this?”
“Phainon, I came here to check on you since you were late for our spar. I didn’t realize that you…” The alpha trails off and takes a deep breath, clearing his mind. “Is this the reason why you were feeling off yesterday?”
Phainon slowly nods, wringing his hands together to stop himself from attempting to chew on his nails. Mydei tries to take another slow step forward, and when the other doesn’t react like last time, he takes the initiative of getting closer. The alpha doesn't get too close, considerate of Phainon's space. He crouches down so the omega looks down at him instead of up, aiming to ease the power imbalance of a clear-headed alpha and an omega in heat.
“Have you considered asking Hyacine to give you medication?” The alpha questions gently.
The younger man shakes his head, “I’ve been told before that taking suppressants during my heat could harm my body. And I don’t want to trouble her to bring it to me and witness how I am.”
“So, you’re just going to… go through until it passes?”
Phainon nods his head again, “I can’t think of what else to do.”
Mydei nods his head as well in understanding, his composure still surprisingly calm. After a moment of silence between them, the alpha slowly stands up as the omega looks at him in wonder.
“I should probably leave to give you space. I don’t want to give an impression of an uninvited alpha going into an omega’s private time,” Mydei states, turning around towards the door to leave.
“Wait—” Phainon unconsciously throws his hand out, grabbing the other’s wrist to halt him from walking away further. He doesn’t know why, but the idea of the alpha leaving brings a small feeling of panic within Phainon. Mydei turns his head back, eyebrows raising with bewilderment.
“Is…everything okay?” His expression shifts to one of concern for a moment, then returns to neutral.
“Uh—” Now realizing what he did, he softly lets go of the hold he has on the other’s wrist.
The omega knows his heat is beginning to make him unreasonable when his mind is screaming at him to invite the alpha into his nest. Phainon feels his face flush at the thoughts, squirming in his place. It doesn’t take long to realize that Mydei is getting affected, the other’s pheromones of arousal increasing—it very much affects the omega, slick producing more between his thighs.
The action quickly makes Phainon realize that he’s still bare from the hips down, the only thing covering him is the chiton he’s wearing. Now aware of himself, he immediately turns red and tries to pull the bottom half of the chiton down to cover more of his exposed thighs.
“Sorry, I—You can leave.” It’s not what he wants to say. His mind is screaming at him to say what he wants, to ask Mydei to stay. There must be something in his expression because Mydei then turns back around to face him.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want to trouble you. I apologize for grabbing you.” Phainon lightly shakes his head. It’s taking nearly everything inside him not to blurt out that he wants the alpha.
But Mydei doesn’t seem to take that for an answer. Curse him for easily reading the other like an open book, no matter how hard he tries to hide. He returns to his previous position, crouching down and looking up at Phainon.
“No, there’s something on your mind. Tell me.”
“Are…Are you sure?” As much as the omega wants to tell him, he still hesitates, unsure of how the alpha will respond.
His gaze softens. “You won't trouble me.”
“I—” Phainon pauses to take in a breath, suddenly nervous. “I want you to stay with me.”
Mydei’s eyes widen a bit at the confession, taken aback. It looks like it wasn’t what he was thinking Phainon would say.
“Stay with you,” The alpha repeats. “You’re asking me to spend your heat with you, am I correct?”
Phainon hums. “I know you’ve probably noticed, but it’s obvious now that your pheromones are affecting me as mine are to you. They’re mixing in the air.” Feeling warmth rise to his cheeks causes him to look away, covering half of his face with the back of his hand. Flustered.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I thought I was holding my scent back enough.”
“N-No, it’s okay.” He feels more slick gush from his hole and presses his knees together. “Just a bit surprising.”
Mydei's eyes wander around his room, unsure of where to look, thinking of something to say.
“You…You really want me to stay with you?”
Phainon has already dug himself this hole; he might as well be upfront and honest with his feelings for the alpha. He removes his hand, covering his face, trying his best to maintain eye contact with the other man.
“If I didn’t want you, my body and I wouldn’t be reacting this way,” The omega answers, the red flush all over his body adding to further expose himself.
After a second of no reply, the younger man realizes that it may seem as if he is making the other stay, so he tries to backtrack.
“You can say no. You don’t have to do it just because I—”
“No, I…” The alpha quickly cuts him off. “I simply want to make sure that this is what you truly want. I wouldn’t want you to regret it.”
“I won't,” Phainon interjects, hands tightly holding the sheets under him at the amount of emotions he’s currently experiencing. “Gods, Mydeimos, I want you, and I have been wanting you for a while now. I guess my heat exposed me sooner than I thought, which is really embarrassing. But—something like this with you is one I will not regret, I promise. I only need to know if you want this too.”
With the confession, Mydei gives him a warm smile, one that makes butterflies tickle inside Phainon’s chest.
“You’re…cute,” Mydei says after a moment, making Phainon’s thoughts halt in place, face blooming with warmth. “I’d love to spend your heat with you.”
The accepting answer makes Phainon smile, deep warmth blooming all around inside his chest and stomach—he almost feels giddy. The omega figures he shouldn’t rush, so he carefully holds out his hand towards the alpha.
“You can join me, your highness,” Phainon says, a bit of tease in his tone.
Phainon could tell it worked when Mydei let out a chuckle, placing his hand over his own, clasping it gently.
“Very funny.”
Phainon softly laughs in response, lightly tugging on the other’s hand, urging him into his rightful, messy nest. Mydei obliges with no hesitation, making sure to slip off his outer armor and shoes before getting on the bed. He slips into a comfortable spot, Phainon inching himself back to give him enough space. Mydei looks around the nest, feeling the different fabrics under him.
“Hm, interesting way to put together a nest.”
Phainon’s face quickly reddens, bringing his hand up to cover his face again.
“Don’t laugh at me. I’ve never been one to be too particular or picky about my nests.” He confesses, flustered.
Mydei hums, “It’s yours, so it’s nice,” He says with no ounce of distaste in his voice.
He hasn’t put too much thought into it, but the way Mydei is speaking and acting towards him is very different compared to when they’re fighting together. He’s soft and benevolent, treating him kindly and speaking carefully, as if not to scare him away in his moments of vulnerability. The notion has Phainon’s heart swell, his feelings for the other growing even further.
Noticing the younger man’s silence, Mydei carefully moves his body to face him, placing a supporting hand beside the omega—not touching him just yet.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m just…nervous.” Phainon fiddles with the hemming of his chiton. “This is the first time I’ve spent my heat with someone.”
The confession catches Mydei off guard.
“You seriously haven’t been with anyone?”
“I was kind of waiting for the right time and…such. Don’t ask too much about it.” Even without many details, Mydei can somewhat piece together what the omega meant by it.
“Phainon, is it alright if I touch you?”
“Yes, by all means!” Realizing there’s too much excitement in his answer, Phainon squirms in his place, responding with a more lowered voice. “I mean—you’re allowed to touch me however you like.”
Despite the situation, Mydei still finds him cute. It’s not much of a thought he’s had a lot before today—albeit finding the other annoyingly endearing at times—but at this moment, it seems like he just wants to constantly repeat it.
Amidst his thoughts, he senses a light touch to his knee. The alpha sees Phainon looking at him questioningly, a hint of anticipation on his features. It brings Mydei back to the current situation, along with the omega’s urgency.
Phainon initially decides that he shouldn’t become shy about everything and that he should at least initiate something between them. The hand on the other’s thigh is a start, giving the omega some confidence. As the alpha looks at him tenderly, he takes that look as if he should continue.
He slowly slides his right hand up from Mydei’s knee and further up his thigh, looking up to see his reaction. When there isn’t any sort of rejection, Phainon lifts his other hand, fingertips gliding over the red markings on the alpha’s neck. He stops short near the one under Mydei’s eye, cupping his face instead.
The younger man leans in, eyes shifting between the alpha’s gaze and lips. Despite his cloud-headed state, Phainon is still nervous. This is going to be the first time he kisses Mydei—even though he’s thought about the scenario more than once. Now that it’s so close to happening, his heart skips a beat.
A little noise comes from the omega’s mouth once Mydei takes hold of his chin. He then notices how close he is—lips merely centimeters apart. Phainon feels like his heart may explode from how fast it’s beating. He can practically feel the alpha’s faint and warm breath on his lips.
Not wanting to stretch the wait out any longer, Mydei pulls him in, gently closing whatever distance is left between them. The contact is pillowy and soft, nothing at all like what Phainon was expecting. It has his eyelids fluttering closed. This sensation is way better; it has his stomach swirling with such an uncontrollable amount of warmth that it could make him sick.
The omega resists whimpering when the alpha tilts his head, deepening the kiss. He feels Mydei’s hand slide from his chin to cradle his jaw, his thumb caressing his cheek. The action gives Phainon more confidence in his touches, moving both his arms up and wrapping them around the other’s neck. The heat he’s feeling all over his body, and now the kisses, are starting to drive him crazy. He wants more, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to rush.
And Mydei can easily sense his dilemma, his feelings exposed into the air in the form that is his scent. It’s not like his mind isn’t in a predicament as well. The pit of his stomach is swelling so deeply in arousal due to the pheromones in the air that his inner alpha is begging Mydei to just pounce on the omega.
However, it’s not what he wants to do. The last thing he wants to cause is fear in Phainon, even if he’s also under his own hazy, arousal state. Instead, he wants to go slow and listen to Phainon’s wants and wishes. If the omega’s wish is to go faster, he will comply. But now, he will continue going at their current pace.
When Mydei begins inching his body closer, Phainon’s legs slowly and unconsciously spread slightly. As he breaks away from the kiss to give tentative small pecks to the omega’s cheek, he takes the liberty of sliding his knee in between the other’s legs—near but just enough to not make full contact. This spikes another reaction from Phainon; the grip he has around Mydei’s shoulders becomes a bit tighter, and he subtly but very noticeably tilts his head to expose his neck to the alpha.
Mydei isn’t a fool; he knows what the action means. He has to refrain from calling the omega another cute pet name in his head before it gets too much.
“Mm?” He hums, “Want me to do something?”
“Mhm,” Phainon responds, barely above a whisper. However, Mydei is not going to take that as an answer.
“Ah, ah,” The alpha softly tuts, “I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.”
The younger man flushes, fingers fidgeting with the edge of Mydei’s collar. “I…I want you to scent me. If you want to.”
“Of course I do,” Mydei voices with a grin, kissing the other’s jaw. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
He noses down Phainon’s neck, finding the scent gland. His scent is much clearer and pungent there; it makes Mydei's mind fuzzy. It’s so utterly good he can't help but immediately trail his nose along the gland, scenting the omega thoroughly while enjoying the smell of lavender with a hint of wheat.
Once he finishes, the alpha plants a kiss on the spot and pulls away. Taking in the view of Phainon’s face, he looks more relaxed and slightly satiated as well, which is good. Mydei’s glad he is being some sort of help to the omega’s pain.
The act of Mydei staring at him longer than he thought he would has Phainon squirming in place, unable to close his legs due to the other’s knee in between them. Instead, Phainon whines, and he tugs the alpha into another kiss, attempting to bring him even closer.
Adorable… The alpha thinks, his hand sliding down and holding the younger man’s waist.
The omega urges Mydei even closer as he slowly leans back on his bed, lying flat on his back with the older man hovering over him, not breaking the connection of their lips even once.
Phainon unwraps his arms from the other’s neck, fulfilling his need to simply touch him everywhere, from his shoulders, chest, to down his arms. He is feeling even hotter now, and he’s pretty sure his ass is purely soaked at this point.
“Mydei,” The younger man pulls away to speak, his legs opening more as the alpha trails kisses and softly sucks down his neck.
He can’t help but let out a soft moan once Mydei’s knee makes contact with his barely covered groin, his head slowly tilting back. The reaction gives the older man more assurance now—his hand moves down from the omega’s waist to the hem of his chiton, fingers sliding under the fabric.
“Can I…” The alpha tenderly questions.
“Yes, please,” Phainon responds breathily, quickly nodding.
Mydei gladly accepts the answer, hiking up the chiton that was barely covering the omega’s bottom half. He then realizes that Phainon was actually fully bare from the waist down, taking in the view of a fully hardened, cute cock and the mess of slick.
“Gods, you’re so wet.”
The omega vastly reddens at the statement, looking away to the side to avoid direct eye contact.
“Mnh, your fault.”
“Oh, really? Is it my fault for the mess between your legs?” The alpha teases, which only heightens the color on Phainon’s face further.
“Just—shut up and do something,” Phainon attempts to stutter out a reply.
“As you wish, pretty omega.”
The omega quietly huffs. “Not pretty.”
“Oh, but you are.” Mydei positions himself fully in between the omega's legs, both hands mapping out the outside to the inside of his thighs. “Pretty, kind, and most of all, soft. I see why you tend to cover yourself head to toe every day.”
Mydei had already taken off his armor before entering Phainon’s nest, so the soft, warm, and pillowy feeling of the other’s thighs on his fingertips was divine. The aroma of his own scent, the omega’s scent, and slick mixing together makes Mydei’s head spin. He’d absolutely love to get a taste if he ever gets the chance.
“Even if you’re already wet, let me prepare you before we do anything else, yes?” Mydei affirms, wanting to do this correctly. Phainon nods in agreement, nipping at his bottom lip.
As Mydei hikes up the chiton even further, the omega initially decides that he should remove it completely. His body was getting warmer, and no doubt he would sweat more with what the alpha was about to do to him.
“You can…just take it fully off,” Phainon speaks up, opting to slip his arm out of the singular open sleeve of the chiton and moving the top half of it down to his waist. “It’s getting a bit too hot for me anyway.”
“Gladly.”
The alpha takes hold of the fabric bunched at his waist and proceeds to slide it down Phainon’s legs, and tosses it somewhere nearby. He attempts to suppress a shiver when Mydei’s hands caress his knees, slowly moving them down his open thighs until he reaches his hips. His face still beet-red, the omega once again parts open his legs for the other, mentally preparing himself.
Mydei settles nicely between his legs, a singular hand trailing down to his entrance while the other one settles under his thigh—a nice and gentle hold to the meaty flesh. Phainon tries his best to keep his legs from jerking shut when the alpha’s thumb feathers over the side of his hole, no doubt feeling over the utter mess of slick the omega has down there.
Then, as if asking for further permission, Mydei’s eyes shift towards Phainon—something in his gaze that has the younger man stutter a nod.
“Please,” The omega quietly utters.
The man in front of him grins, finally taking the liberty of circling a middle finger around the omega’s entrance, getting a good feel before slowly pushing it in. Mydei keeps a good eye on Phainon, being very keen on his facial reactions and expressions, making sure none of what he does hurts him.
As the other’s finger goes in further, Phainon bites on his lip to halt any whimpers he might let out. It's not like he hasn't played with himself before; he has. However, Mydei's hands are a whole new sensation altogether. They feel smoother and warmer compared to his own; it makes him want to squirm. They might be even thicker than Phainon’s own, but that's not something he wants to think about right now when it's literally inside him.
Once Mydei’s finger is fully inside, he begins slowly thrusting it in and out so the omega can get used to the intrusion. It feels good. Phainon can't decipher why it feels good already with one finger when it barely takes about two of his own for him to feel anything. Even so, this alpha is giving him a whole new experience than he was anticipating. He’s definitely not complaining.
When the omega feels that it is enough, he moves his hips up just a bit, almost grinding onto Mydei’s hand. The alpha looks at him in question, only for his expression to smooth out at the quick realization.
“Want another one already?”
Phainon nods. “Yeah.”
Mydei could nearly explode at how pliant the younger man is; instead, it just makes the ache in his pants grow further. He gently rubs the tip of his second finger against the omega’s rim, pulling back his hand before thrusting back into the omega with both fingers. The new feeling sends a shiver up Phainon’s spine, taking in the way Mydei’s fingers feel inside him.
The alpha’s pace slowly increases, the pleasure within the omega increasing as well. The open sound of pitter-patters of the older man’s hand connecting to his skin has him flustered, but it makes him spread his legs more, wanting more. With the quickening pace, Mydei begins curling his fingers up along with each thrust, causing the omega to loll his head to the side, unable to contain the whimper that comes out of him.
“Oh,” He whines out.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I—" Phainon pauses, suppressing the urge to roll his hips. “Feels good. Keep going, please.”
The alpha then moves, hovering his body over Phainon’s, looking down at him. Phainon shifts to look up at the other man, needily grabbing the back of his neck and tugging him down to connect their lips. He can’t help but whimper into the kiss, the alpha greedily swallowing up each noise that arises from his throat. He almost wants to sob at how well Mydei’s constantly hitting his sweet spot—he can feel his stomach swelling with more pleasure he doesn’t know what to do with, and yet he doesn’t want the alpha to stop.
Phainon’s hips jerk up in the slightest as soon as he feels a third finger push inside him, a small moan leaving his lips at the feeling—breaking away from the other man’s lips. Another moan breaks free from him once the alpha’s mouth latches onto his jaw, peppering kisses and sucking down his neck. He feels much fuller now, more full than he could ever feel on his own, and it’s making him feel pure bliss.
“Fuck.” Is all he can manage out, fingers tangling into the strands of hair on Mydei’s nape.
“That’s it. Good boy.”
Something pulls inside the omega once the alpha’s lips graze against his scent gland, then immediately snaps when he latches his mouth over it, sucking. The deep, warm feeling in his stomach spikes higher, and the constant leaking of precum from his cock gives way to the knowledge that he’s nearing his release. His quiet, pretty, and breathy whines go lovingly into Mydei’s ears. And he wants to keep hearing them, more and more. The alpha wants to know how good he’s making the younger man under him feel.
“M-Mydei…”
“I’m here, pup,” The alpha deeply purrs into his ear, driving him crazy. “You’re doing so well.”
Phainon’s hips begin to rut up desperately onto Mydei’s fingers—needy little thing trying to take what’s being given to him. Mydei almost wants to coo at how despotent the omega is acting, not wanting to resist giving him what he needs.
“Mydei—close,” Phainon whimpers, the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach arising.
The alpha makes sure to move his hand a bit faster, curling his fingers nicely after each thrust, causing Phainon to let out the loudest wail he’s heard from him yet. The omega’s head tilts back against the pillow it was on, his hair haloing prettily around his head. Mydei can feel the other man teetering on the edge of orgasm, and he helps give the final push he needs; the alpha takes hold of the omega’s cock, trying not to think too much about how his hand almost envelopes it entirely, and lightly jerks him off.
“Go ahead then, release.”
The words spoken right into his ear were all it took for Phainon to finally let go. His body immediately locks up with his back arching slightly. Mydei’s pace does not let up as the omega spills all over his stomach. The feeling is so exhilarating and so satisfying that Phainon almost forgets he’s in heat. He whimpers softly as he comes down from his high, the alpha’s hand that was on his cock now caressing his side in gentle up and down ministrations.
By Kephale, his hands are so nice. So warming. Phainon has possibly thought about the other’s hands more than once before. Now that they’re finally on him, touching him with such gentleness, it makes him shiver but also crave more. He wants those hands to touch more.
The omega’s refractory period wasn't long during his heats, so he can already feel himself fill with arousal once more after mere moments. More slick secretes from his entrance and his lovely pink cock chubs up again in need. It doesn’t help him at all, however, when Mydei takes his fingers out of him and brings them up to his mouth, licking the slick they were coated with.
Phainon’s cheeks and ears instantly redden at the sight, his own hand coming up to cover his mouth. It’s something he never thought he would see the alpha do, and the action causes his belly to swim in incitement.
“I can’t believe you just—”
“Hm,” Mydei purrs, licking his lips. “Sweet.”
Phainon doesn't think he’s ever been more horny in his life than right now. It may be a part of his heat haze, but right now, he badly needs the alpha on top of him.
“I want you inside me now.”
“So needy. But so beautiful.”
“I—Mydeimos, please.” The omega has never begged harder than in this moment. It embarrasses him to no extent, yet with more confidence stirring within him, he wants to make his needs known.
“You beg so nicely, I like it.”
The constant praises are starting to make his head fuzzy—not like it isn’t already—yet he wants more, it makes him feel so good. A good omega. Good one for Mydei.
The alpha sits back, removing the clothing on his upper body before moving to his pants, taking the liberty of tugging off his undergarments along with them in one easy movement. Phainon can see just how pent up and aroused Mydei is as well, taking in the full view of him bare. The complete and utter sight of his fully hard cock makes the omega squirm, the size causing him to stare longer than he should. The alpha notices, to which he then smirks when they meet eyes, the younger man letting out a stuttering noise at being caught.
Mydei inches himself closer with a hand raising to hold the back of the Phainon’s thigh. The omega can’t help but quiver when the older man’s other hand rubs against his entrance, coating fingers with his slick. Once he coats them substantially enough, the alpha wraps the same hand around his aching erection—now coating it with the omega’s slick. Phainon nearly resists bucking his hips up at the view, his cock leaking a small streak of precum onto his stomach.
“You really want it?” The alpha asks in a sultry tone, maintaining eye contact as he slowly and agonizingly strokes himself.
Phainon’s so undeniably salacious right now, and with the way Mydei is speaking to him, it has his omega immediately bow in submission so that the only thing that comes out of his mouth is “Yes, alpha.”
He can almost hear that his response made something in the other man snap—his movements stammer, his hand is then off his cock, and with a smooth motion, it’s now on the back of Phainon’s other thigh, holding his legs open nicely.
“Oh, pup, you can’t just say that.”
The next thing the omega feels is the head of Mydei’s cock sliding up between his ass, purposefully missing his entrance that Phainon so desperately wants him to fill. He whimpers, not fighting the urge to grind his hips back on it, reveling in the small, fleeting feeling he’s so close to getting.
“So greedy,” The alpha comments with endearment.
A surprisingly high-pitched moan comes from the omega’s mouth the moment the head of Mydei’s cock finally slips past his rim, feeling the girth slowly being pushed into him.
Despite them both being on edge, Mydei enters him slowly, mindful of his size and not to hurt Phainon. The alpha goes in inch by inch, with enough time for the other to get accustomed to it. Soon enough, Mydei’s hips press flush against the omega’s.
After a fleeting moment of the alpha keeping still to allow the other to get adjusted to the intrusion, Phainon squirms as he slowly takes in how Mydei feels inside him. He’s warm and thick, and even one small movement has the omega feeling every inch filling him up nicely. He isn't sure how red in the face he is, and it doesn’t help when Mydei shifts his position slightly, making Phainon bite his bottom lip to muffle a moan.
“I feel so—full,” Phainon then mewls. “Fuck, how are you so big?”
“Are you okay?” The alpha questions, a caring hand on Phainon’s thigh for comfort.
The omega nods. “More than okay.”
After a few mere moments, Phainon begins to squirm, shifting his hips.
“You can move,” The omega whimpers out, feeling the whole sensation of his heat intensify with each passing second. “Please move.”
Smelling obvious hints of impatience within Phainon’s scent, Mydei doesn’t need to question him further. He takes hold of Phainon’s waist and slowly pulls out, before pushing back in. Mydei continues it a few times, keeping a slow and comfortable pace.
Phainon lets out small, cute little breaths, feeling each slow and agonizing drag of the Mydei’s cock inside his walls. He feels as if he focuses long enough, he might even be able to feel each curve and vein of it.
When the alpha finally picks up the pace, pleasure spikes up Phainon’s spine, causing him to tilt his head back with a soft moan spilling from his pretty lips. It all feels better than he had initially imagined, way better. Mydei fills him up so well and so deeply that he can’t believe this is all reality and not one of his dreams.
Now realizing that Mydei really was inside him, fucking him through his heat, Phainon has a brief thought of the alpha claiming him, marking him, making the omega his. A deep feeling in his stomach makes him see just how badly he wants it. But the fact that the omega is thinking about this as the alpha is thrusting into him makes him immediately embarrassed, a color of pink sprouting upon his cheeks.
Mydei notices this. Obviously. No matter what, he always tends to notice whatever is going on inside Phainon’s head. Yet, he isn’t allowed the option of looking away when Mydei swiftly stops him from lifting his arm to cover his face.
“Ah, ah, baby,” Mydei tuts, interlacing their fingers together instead, pressing their conjoined hands beside the omega’s head. “Look at me.”
And when he does, the alpha responds with a harder thrust than the previous ones. Phainon almost automatically closes his legs, if it wasn’t for someone in between them, keeping them open.
“Does this feel good? Tell me.” The alpha rolls his hips deeper, the pleasure so viscerally good that the omega arches his back and ruts his hips back desperately. Asking for more.
“Mnh, yes, that’s so good.”
It doesn’t help his thoughts of wanting to last longer when the next thrust has the tip of the alpha’s cock press against his prostate. It makes tears spring to his eyes, a pathetic, wobbly moan coming up from his throat. Seeing that he hit the spot he wanted, Mydei keeps his same position, thrusting deeper and harder, ramming his cock constantly into the omega’s sweet spot.
“Kiss,” Phainon manages to slur out, mind turning fuzzy. “Please.”
“Of course, pretty boy.”
The alpha moves down, wrapping his arms around Phainon’s shoulders and holding him close as he leans in for a kiss. Phainon responds greedily, his arms coming up and around the other’s torso, kissing the alpha back with a whine. Mydei keeps at his pace all while never separating their contact. He licks, nips, and bites at the omega’s lips, even taking the bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, watching it as it bounces back in place when he lets go.
He places one last kiss on the younger’s lips before digging his face into his shoulder, holding him closer, all while he increases his thrusts further. The sound of skin on skin now echoes through the room, and Phainon nearly sobs at the feeling.
At this point, his mind is so hazy and foggy that he can’t even think properly anymore. It surely may just be the heat talking for him, but all Phainon wants is for Mydei to stay inside him, to fuck him through more orgasms until his body can’t take it anymore. Even if he comes right this moment, he feels like he would die if the alpha were to pull out anytime soon.
He wants his alpha to stay inside. To knot him so he stays locked in place. To breed him and fill him so much that it begins to spill out of him. Phainon can’t think properly, so he moans out his wants.
“Mydei,” He calls out with a cry. “Knot.”
The word flies past the alpha’s head and comes back down on him like a heavy rock, realizing what the other had said. His hips stutter, slowly rolling to a stop when he moves up from his place, looking down at Phainon with a slightly shocked expression.
When his brain finally catches up with his mouth, all Mydei can manage to mutter out is, “What?”
“Want your knot,” Phainon tries more clearly, his scent twinging with a hint of sourness, not liking that the alpha stopped. “Knot me, please. Wanna be bred. Breed me.”
But with Mydei still not resuming his movements, the omega whimpers in frustration, rolling his hips back on his cock.
“Don’t stop.” Phainon pouts.
Once it all kicks in, Mydei believes he feels himself get even harder than he was before. More arousal spreads down to his gut, and the alpha inside him wants nothing more than to press and pound this omega to the mattress.
“Fuck, you know you can’t say things like this,” The alpha groans out, resuming his thrusts with more fervor, his chest swelling in pride when Phainon rewards him multiple loud moans at once.
“I’ll give it to you. I’ll fill you up and breed you nicely. You just have to wait a bit, hm? Can you do that for me? I know you can. You’re so good,” He says huskily, looking down at the other’s belly and spreading his hand across it. He can almost feel the head of his own cock bulge out against the omega’s stomach.
“Y-Yeah, I can. I’m good—I’m a good boy.”
“You are.”
The omega throws his head back, blunt nails raking across Mydei’s back, “I’m coming—fuck.”
“That’s it, pup. Breathe for me,” The alpha gently whispers in his ear, a small grin stretching across his lips while the omega whimpers and shakes as he comes. “There you go.”
Mydei uses both hands to trail his fingers down the outside of Phainon’s thighs while he rides out his second orgasm of the day. He waits until the omega’s heavy breathing slows down, still surprised by the other’s quick refractory period. The alpha can already feel Phainon subtly jutting his hips against him, knowing that he already wants more.
By his promise from a few moments ago, Mydei decides to slowly pull out before the omega distracts him. There’s a slight distaste in his mouth when Phainon whines in protest, the alpha in him not wanting to put his omega in distress. However, his movements are only for a quick moment, and he’ll go back to satisfying the pretty little thing soon.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mydei coos as he slowly pulls himself out. “You wanted to be knotted and bred, didn’t you? Don’t you want it?”
The question clicks into the omega’s head, remembering that he did, in fact, ask Mydei to do so earlier. Phainon quiets down, although still sporting a pout, and nods.
“I do. Please.”
The alpha nods and places a kiss on his temple, bringing his hands up to Phainon’s waist.
“Can you lie on your stomach for me? It’ll be more comfortable that way, I promise.”
He hears the other hum, slowly but surely flipping himself onto his stomach, grabbing a nearby pillow, and pressing his head onto it with a contented noise. Satisfied with how the omega followed his words, Mydei gives one of his cheeks a soft pat.
“Good boy.” It earns him a moan, Phainon’s ass lifting slightly—clearly liking the touch and praise.
Then, Mydei carefully drapes himself over the other’s back, trying not to put his entire weight on him. “Keep your legs spread and relax.”
“Please.”
“So polite,” Mydei says huskily, easily slipping himself back into the omega’s heat with one gentle thrust. He groans at how easily Phainon takes him in, cock twitching inside him. “Keep yourself relaxed, and I’ll give it to you nice and slow.”
It makes Phainon let out an impatient moan, rolling his ass back to meet the alpha’s hips. He has a comfortable hold on the pillow his head is on, nuzzling his face further into the soft plush of it.
“Hurry.”
With a firm hold of the younger’s waist, the alpha starts with an even pace, fast enough to have the omega dig his face further into the pillow, pleasured whimpers and moans getting muffled. Mydei decides to keep the same pace, as he doesn’t want to end up forcing his knot into Phainon and hurting him. It doesn’t stop his own face from contouring into one of pleasure, enjoying how tastefully his cock drags in and out of the omega’s wet hole.
“You feel so perfect,” Mydei moans out, nosing his way into the juncture of Phainon’s jaw and shoulder, taking a large inhale at the very prominent scent of lavender and wheat.
Phainon can only mewl, every thrust causing a louder, higher-pitched moan to escape his throat. Mydei is already feeling the knot at the base of his cock begin to swell, looking down at their connecting hips and watching as it’s starting to catch on the omega’s rim after every thrust. Phainon can feel it, can feel the way the alpha’s cock is getting larger after each push and pull of his hips.
“Y-You’re…getting bigger,” Phainon gasps, soon after the next thrust has the knot catch more firmly on his rim, unable to help the way his body asks for more despite the stretch.
“I know, baby.” The alpha noses along his scent gland, scenting him more while releasing calming pheromones to help. “Just breathe for me. I got you.”
As Mydei slows down his movements, he sees Phainon’s body physically slacken against the sheets, the omega appreciating the scent in the air—but also listening to the other’s words. A sense of possessiveness and pride fills the alpha’s chest, really enjoying the way Phainon listens to him so easily.
The alpha softly caresses his sides, now slowly rolling his cock in and out, waiting patiently so the omega can get used to the way his enlarging knot is spreading him. The knot is already at its full size; all Mydei has to do is prepare Phainon just a little more so it can enter him swiftly.
“Oh my god—” Phainon sobs, tears stinging his eyes. The sensation of being stretched far more than he is used to is making him feel crazy—he wants the alpha to enter him fully already, to fill him up, breed him, and lock them in place so he has nowhere else to go.
And his thoughts are quickly answered when Mydei fully slows down—gently pulling his hips away to the point where his cock is nearly fully out, and then with the same gentleness and slowness, pushes back in. Feeling then the way the alpha’s knot hits his entrance and attempts to push it further inside makes him loudly cry out, trapped tears at last spilling down his cheeks.
He doesn’t know what to do, so he grips tightly onto the pillow before him and moans and cries. He’s never been stretched so far and wide with cock and knot in his life—it’s causing the omega’s mouth to fall agape, uncaring of the drool that is starting to come out. With one more slow push, the knot, at last, fully enters him, making him yelp. Mydei keeps his hands on him, letting out a long, drawn-out groan at being able to fully insert his knot into the omega—unable to hold back any longer as he finally lets go and spills every inch of his load inside him. Locking them both in place.
It’s almost too much—the way he’s spread so far wide, the way the alpha is practically filling him to the brim to the point that he can nearly feel his stomach pudge a slight—that the overwhelming feeling of it all causes Phainon’s body to snap, forcefully pushing a yell out of him as his third orgasm hits him roughly. His cock weakly spills between his stomach and the blankets, feeling so unbelievably sated and overstimulated at the same time. His body begins to shake, catching the attention of Mydei as his face immediately turns into one of worry.
“Shit. Phainon, you’re shaking,” The alpha states, leaning back slightly while his hands run down every part of Phainon’s body, trying to soothe.
“I’m okay,” Phainon says after a moment, voice still loose and raw from all the moaning and crying. He turns his head and flashes the alpha a wobbly smile, proving that he really is alright and not at all injured. “I’m okay. I’m just—I’ve never felt so stretched and full in my life. It feels really good.”
The alpha sighs in relief, leaning back down to snake his arms around Phainon’s torso. Mydei holds him close as he delicately shifts and moves them both to lie on their sides. He keeps his arms around the other, gliding his fingers across his sides, stomach, and chest in a strive to console and calm the omega further.
Phainon seems to relish in the attention, letting out a small contentful purr. He leans his head back to lie it on the alpha’s shoulder, bringing his hand up and holding one of Mydei’s.
“This should be more comfortable for you since we are going to be stuck together for a while,” Mydei says, nosing along Phainon’s neck, scenting him once more, and placing a soft kiss on the skin.
The omega hums.“That’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Do you think this is okay for now? We will be together for a good while.”
“Yeah, this should satiate me good enough for a while,” Phainon softly murmurs, opting to interlace their hands together and tugging them close to his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me, Mydeimos. Even though you really didn’t have to say yes to me.”
This amount of sincerity from the other isn’t something the alpha is used to, and it causes a small flash of blush to spread across his face. Mydei clears his throat, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the top of Phainon’s hand.
“No need to thank me. I’d do whatever you ask me to if it means helping you and making you feel better.”
The omega nods, a small smile pulling at his lips as he notices the alpha’s flusteredness. “Such a good alpha.”
Mydei doesn’t respond, simply huffing before he moves a little to grab a nearby blanket that wasn’t tainted by their previous activities, covering both of them. It’s a simple action, and yet, Phainon can’t help the way his heart flutters at how, even throughout the entire thing, the alpha stays true and gentle with him.
It has the omega move to turn his head and meet the other in the eyes. However, he forgets that they are practically locked in place by the obvious note of the alpha’s knot, the movement causing him to jostle the knot inside him slightly, making Phainon wince with a weak whimper. The alpha catches it fast, moving to settle the omega gently, keeping him close.
“Careful,” He tenderly says.
“Y-Yeah, I almost forgot about that part.”
“Well, don’t forget then.”
The omega hmphs with a small pout, laying his head comfortably on a pillow they’ve come to suddenly share, looking across his room and gliding his eyes across the decorations on his wall. After a while, a question comes up in Phainon’s mind, the intentions of its answer filling him with small hints of anxiety.
“Mydei?” Keeping the alpha’s words in mind, Phainon slowly turns his head around, heart skipping a beat at already finding Mydei looking at him.
“Hm?”
“This…” The omega gestures at both of them. “Isn’t a one-time thing, right?”
Understanding what Phainon is referring to, Mydei smiles at him and shakes his head. He carefully presses their foreheads together for a second, soon leaning in and connecting their lips in a smooth and reaffirming kiss. He pulls away and nearly resists the urge to laugh when the omega looks at him with a surprised expression.
“Of course it isn’t. I apologize if I didn’t make it clear.”
“You mean it?” The omega quietly asks.
“Yes,” Mydei replies, tucking a strand of hair behind Phainon’s ear and pressing an additional kiss to his cheek. “I do, darling. I want this, us, as much as you do. I have the same feelings, even if I haven’t properly shown it to you that well.”
The confirmation has the omega’s chest swell further with warmth, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks all up to his ears. Phainon leans in and presses a kiss of his own to the alpha’s cheek, nuzzling under his jaw soon after.
“I feel the same, Mydeimos.”
Unable to contain the feeling of his own stomach swimming with butterflies, the alpha turns his head away, another small hint of flush on his face. When he moves his eyes to peek back at the omega, Mydei finds that he is still looking at him. He raises a hand to place a feathery hold on Phainon’s jaw and turns him away.
“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Yes, alpha.” The statement has Mydei’s arms wrap more tightly around his waist, liking the way the omega’s words affect him too much for his own good.
“You really have to stop with that.”
Phainon merely giggles, feeling his eyelids further cling with tiredness. He snuggles himself as close to Mydei as he can, enjoying the scent and comfortable heat the alpha is bringing.
Despite not liking the way it all started, Phainon is nonetheless overjoyed with how everything played out. He gets to keep the alpha—whom he has been taking a liking to for a long while—all and entirely for himself. And he’s very sure he’s not going to let it go ever.