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Sucking his alpha off was one of Shane’s favorite activities. The fact that he could get his big cocky (pun intended) husband to his knees with just his mouth gave him such a power high that he got a bit dizzy every time.
Which is why he had been plotting to get a bit more out of his alpha...
“I have an idea,” he told Ilya on a random Wednesday while they were lazying around on the sofa.
Ilya made a hum of agreement to prove he was listening, but he didn’t move from his position under Shane. His hands kept tracing patterns on Shane’s back, threatening to make him lose his track of thought. But Shane was an omega on a mission. And Ilya was so relaxed... Shane knew this was the perfect moment to put his plan into action.
“What if…” Shane could feel his face getting hot. He took a deep breath, reminding him that this was his husband, his alpha. He might be an asshole, but he would never make fun of him. Not much at least. “What if you knot my mouth?”
Ilya pushed Shane off of his chest just enough to stare into his eyes, looking for something. “You don’t like swallowing,” he finally said, as if that was the only thing stopping him. Shane almost felt giddy.
“I don’t,” Shane agreed easily. “But I… I want to know how it feels. I- I want-,” he stuttered trying to come up with the words to express what he meant. His alpha only looked at him, giving him time to gather his thoughts. “I liked it when we tried… cockwarming,” he lowered his voice in the last word, slightly embarrassed. “And maybe… I don’t know. I want to try it. But if you don’t want to, we don’t need to do it,” he rapidly added.
“You really want that?” Ilya asked, a frown growing between his eyebrows.
Shane felt his body deflate, feeling silly for asking, and a bit disappointed. “I mean if you want to…”
“That’s not what I asked. Do you want my knot in your mouth?” Ilya’s words were very slow and deliberate, carefully chosen, his eyes never leaving Shane’s face. The omega nodded, feeling his face flaming with heat. Ilya stared at him for what felt like an eternity, then he nodded once. “Okay. We try it.”
Shane nodded once more, burying his face on his husband’s neck and licking over his mate bond there. “When?” He mumbled, his dick already twitching. He could feel his hole getting wet, and he knew Ilya could smell it in the air, because his body grew tense under him, like a predator ready to pounce.
“Get on your knees,” the alpha responded in Russian, his tone low and incredibly hot.
Shane blinked. “Now?” He asked, but he was already slipping off his husband’s body onto the floor. He was so glad they put a rug under the sofa instead of the hard floor.
Ilya got up between Shane and the sofa, the bulge in his sweatpants an indecent sight right in front of the omega’s face. Shane’s mouth was already salivating. He didn’t wait, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the alpha’s pants and pulling down until the sweats were on the floor and his dick was gracing his lips.
Shane was too eager to wait. He licked at the tip, teasingly, and Ilya let out a grunt, his fingers finding Shane’s hair instantly. Not imposing, not guiding, just a gentle reminder of dominance that made Shane get incredibly horny.
He started slowly, licking and lapping until Ilya’s hand tensed on his hair, urging him to do more. Shane smirked up at him, finding his husband already looking down with adoring eyes. He felt his heart beating a bit faster, his hand massaging the base of his alpha’s dick. His hips kept twitching, trying not to suffocate Shane while he fucked his mouth shallowly.
Ilya cursed in English, then in Russian, and started to run his mouth. “Fuck. Shane. Shane, please. Fuck. It feels so good. You always feel so good. Too good. Just perfect. Perfect for me. My perfect omega, my perfect mate.”
Shane’s thoughts were scattered, the words out of Ilya’s mouth only made him hornier, needier, his movements frantic to get his alpha to come. To pop his knot. The omega played all his tricks, getting Ilya to the edge as fast as he could, feeling the tell-tale signs of his alpha’s orgasm approaching.
“You sure?” Ilya half-grunted, half-asked one last time. Shane had had enough of his alpha fussing, so he only sucked harder, pushing his face forward until his nose was resting on Ilya’s pubes and the alpha was breathing hard over him. “Okay, okay. Fuck, sweetheart.”
Shane dug his fingernails on Ilya’s ass until the alpha hissed over him, his hips bulking slightly, and making him gag a little bit. That did it. Ilya started cursing in Russian over him, his voice rough and harsh. “Fuck, fuck, Shane, I’m gonna… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Shane didn’t pull back, swallowing around his alpha’s dick until he could feel his knot expanding in his mouth. The stretch of his lips felt obscene and sinful, and Shane felt himself getting so slick, his underwear were going to be completely ruined by the time they got to that.
Ilya was very still over him, but Shane could feel the way his dick kept twitching, throbbing. He was pretty sure Ilya could feel his teeth against his knot, but he didn’t seem to mind. When Shane looked up, the alpha looked completely wrecked, eyes already fixated on Shane and moaning the second their eyes met.
Shane swallowed frantically around the knot in his mouth, the suction making Ilya’s eyes go glazed and his hands cupping Shane’s face like he was the most precious thing he could imagine. Shane felt every millimeter of Ilya’s shaft, so hard he could feel every twitch and throb.
Ilya opened and closed his mouth a couple times. Shane thought his husband was going to say something sweet, or maybe tell him how much he loved Shane, but instead, what came out of the alpha’s mouth was: "You look… How do you say it? Tiny animal, lives in trees outside. Squirrel,” his accent curls around the word. “Like squirrel with mouth full of nuts.”
Shane glared, pretending he wasn’t completely charmed by his alpha’s humor, his throat constricting around his shaft when he swallowed again, both of them moaning in unison.
Shane wanted to be mad, or at least annoyed by it, thinking about closing his mouth a little bit just to make Ilya reconsider his words. Except the whole situation was… arousing. Way beyond what he imagined when he started thinking about it. The fact that he couldn’t move, the fact that his alpha was buried in his mouth without being able to move and he was just there taking it all like a good little whore for him. Shane’s eyes were about to cross, his hole twitching and his dick throbbing.
Ilya was examining his face, a spark of knowing in his eyes. “You like this, Hollander? You like having my knot in your sweet mouth?” Shane moaned around him, and Ilya grunted, rolling his hips and shooting another load down Shane’s throat, who swallowed frantically. “Fuck, that’s so good. You are so good. Perfect. So perfect.”
Shane moaned around him again, and without thinking, he started to suck again, his tongue flat against the base of the knot. He couldn’t move, but he could drive his alpha crazy either way.
The moan that left Ilya’s mouth in response was nothing but whorish, and it made Shane’s hole twitch. He slipped his hand down, rubbing his dick through his pants. There was a wet spot already forming, adding to the mess inside his underwear. He wanted to jerk himself off, but the idea of just being there for Ilya’s pleasure drove him a bit insane. On his knees, being used like a toy…
And then Ilya looks down at what Shane’s doing. “What a good omega for me. Do you get off on sucking me? Are you wet for me? Once I’m done with your mouth I’m going to knot your hole, and you’re going to take it like the good little whore you are. Right, sweetheart?”
Ilya’s words go straight to Shane’s dick and he moans, hole clenching over nothing while he rubs his dick faster. The feeling of the damp fabric against his sensitive dick is almost too much. He thrusts against his hand as much as possible, trying to get himself there while his alpha watches. Shot after shot of come shooting down his throat, his jaw aching and his knees starting to protest, but he was so close...
“Come for me. Come with my knot in your mouth like a good whore,” Ilya orders.
And Shane liked following orders more than anything. He doesn’t scream, but his moans turn absolutely obscene around Ilya’s knot, sucking absentmindedly while he rides his orgasm and makes an even bigger mess inside his underwear.
Ilya’s voice cracked when he tried to speak again, his hand tightening in Shane’s hair and his dick throbbing again, another shot of come shooting down his throat. His alpha looked completely broken above him, and his knot bigger than it ever felt before.
Shane moved his legs slightly, trying to get more comfortable, feeling dizzy after his own orgasm. He kept breathing slowly, his body going limp and his eyes closing while Ilya caressed his hair and grunted when a new wave of pleasure hit him. Shane was in such trance that when his husband pulled out, he barely realized.
Ilya helped Shane up, pulling until he was on his lap, kissing his swollen lips and massaging his jaw softly as he mumbled: “We doing that again.” No doubts, no questions. Shane just nodded, brain still fuzzy.
“I can’t believe you called me a squirrel,” Shane complained in a hushed tone. His voice sounded off, rough and fucked out. It made something inside of him ignite, such a reminder that he got wrecked by his alpha.
“Very good squirrel, though. Great squirrel.” Ilya cupped his face, kissing his lips sweetly with each word.
Shane couldn’t believe that was working on him. “Oh my god, stop.” He complained, hiding his face on Ilya’s neck and nipping at his mate's bond, making his alpha grunt.
“The best squirrel,” Ilya repeated, groping his ass and biting down on Shane’s shoulder, making him moan.
“I hate you,” Shane mumbled, face flaming and heart going gooey.
Ilya grinned against his skin. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
They stayed like that for a little while, but Shane could feel his come and his slick getting cold in his underwear. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you up again,” Ilya whispered against his forehead before placing a soft kiss there.