Power hungry

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

He gave a choked sob and as Beck slammed into him knew before long his skin would be an angry shade of red from the friction and force. His eyes fluttered shut, tears gathering on the fringe of his eyelashes. He moaned each time Beck pounded into him, increasing in volume with each one, and when the wolf angled his hips just right and hit that sweet spot the sound he made was closer to a scream than anything else. He feels Becks knot against his cheeks and he can’t stop himself from squirming with want, writhing against Becks cock and his hand. He’s not going to last, not with this, not with how good it feels, how harsh it is and especially not with Beck talking to him, growling. There are beads of sweat on his forehead, making their way down his face and neck, his shoulders shiny and slick with it, skin flushed. He’s practically drooling by this point, open mouthed and still panting hard. He’s unable to remember feeling like this with anyone else. No one had ever given him this level of ecstasy. Every single thing Beck was doing to him was making it harder to breathe, shuddering gasps making it out from between his red, swollen lips. His thighs are quivering, chest heaving rapidly and when he speaks it’s clear through his voice just how fucking wrecked the alpha has him.

“I,” he starts, interrupting himself with a loud cry, “Oh. Fuck, fuck please Beck please I can’t- I can’t take anymore, I… Beck,” he cried out his name as he came, sounding absolutely choked as he falls further into his bent over position. He jolted as his cum was painted across his stomach and chest. The force is enough to send some up as far as his neck and collarbones, thick and hot. He feels weak suddenly, almost drunk and he’s swaying slightly, steadied only by Beck’s hands and his body behind him and his own fingers that are now splayed across the tile wall. He has the presence of mind to blurrily wish he’d been in a position where he would have been able to kiss him as he came, craving his lips.

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Beck's body is screaming at him to just shove his knot inside of him, but Beck uses the last ounce of his better judgement not to do so. He didn't want any reason for Vander to be mad at him and though there was something there between them, neither of them had quite identified exactly what it was. The taller seemed absolutely wrecked by his cock though, drooling and gasping, moaning and screaming. He'd never heard anything so fucking hot and he was sure anyone even remotely close would be able to hear him from here.

He felt the other's body begin to orgasm. The tightness around his dick made him grunt before forcing himself to pull out as he released all of his cum against Vander's thighs. He held Vander tightly in his arms, pulling him closer and kissing all over his jaw line. Beck honestly secretly became a little snuggly puppy after sex. He needed the comfort and care.

Closing Shop || Open

“Batmobile?” Brooks questioned, yes he had seen The Animated Batman series as a child, which was mostly do to the fact his mother wanted him to somewhat act like a normal little boy would. However, it was safe to say her plan failed. The Beta was always a well behaved child and there were times were his mother practically insist he misbehave, but he hardly ever did. Still, he followed the other male out and climbed into his car once more. Buckling himself in before he leaned his elbow against the small space that eventually made up the window. “Do you require directions to the Library as well? I’d be happy to guide you.” Of course Brooks knew his way to the Library like the back of his hand, you could blindfold him and drop him off in the middle of the woods and he’d smell his way to it. Guess there was no keeping the Librarian away from what he loved, of course that was more or less the same with everyone. A sigh left his lips, though he was feeling content for the moment. It was always a little uneasy for Brooks to make friends and to even be around what he would define as an acquaintances. Still he supposed the more time you spent with someone, the more comfortable you would feel. But there were so little people he truly connected to, it was somewhat sad. But at least he connected on a friendly basis with people, so there was little to complain about there. “Do you know of any contractors or perhaps carpenters? I’m thinking more and more about that empty room in the Library and usually I trust verbal reviews over internet ones.” It was easy to lie over the internet and though people would lie with their mouth as well, it was still easier for Brooks to trust a verbal review.

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"I try to be funny sometimes, you know?" Beck smiled before he too was getting into the car. He revved his truck up and drove off, tousling his messy hair with one hand while the other rested on the steering wheel. He chewed on his bottom lip before nodding sheepishly at the question. "Yeah. I feel like I know where we are, but knowing where we are doesn't help if you don't know the inbetweens of two places that you know."

"I know tons of people, but I'm not sure if they'd be too keen on coming to Fairmoore or honestly if they would even answer my calls." Beck said honestly, "I can give a shot though. There's an alpha I know that doesn't absolutely hate me and he lives in the states not too far away from here. Met him on the way here actually."

#my muse for him is being tricky rn

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

Vander was stuck between wanting to thrust hard into Beck’s hand and wanting to sink his ass as far back onto him as he could, wanting as much of him inside as possible. The mixed sensations were overwhelming him. The scents of their lust heavy in the air, the alphas scent that had just seemed to call to Vander ever since they’d met. The sounds of their fucking, of his own harsh breathing, the skin against skin. Beck being inside him, Beck working his hands up and down his cock. This was as good as he’d thought it would be, even that first night back at the bar. Definitely better than his fantasies.

“God, yes,” He cried out. “Please. Fuck.” He blabbed out a curse. “Don’t, mmh, don’t hold back. I can take it.” He was shamelessly begging. There was nothing wrong with the soft, the gentle, but he enjoyed it fast and hard as well and the thought of it had him aching for it. If it was even possible for him to ache more than he already was. It was more familiar to him, in any case. He might look back on his words later and regret it, regret sounding needy, but as long as he got fucked nice and good it would have been worth it. Beck wouldn’t look down on him for it, he was sure. If anything it would just be an ego boost for the alpha. As if he needed that.

He was usually pretty noisy having sex, talking, moaning, crying out. He tended to get pretty loud, but was holding himself back because of the location. Or at least, he was trying to. He wasn’t quite focusing on that- there were more important things happening right now that demanded his attention.

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The breathless pants and whines that left the beta's lips were intoxicating. No porn star he'd ever watched, no omega he had ever fucked had ever sounded so fucking good, so fucking perfect. He gave Vander's hand a squeeze back as he pulled his hips back. He paused for a second, keeping his tip inside of him before suddenly slamming back into him. Beck knew that by the time he was done with the other, his pelvis and Vander's bottom would be a bright red, but a little pain meant a hell of a lot more pleasure.

"Fuck you sound fucking dirty. So fucking dirty for me." Beck said between grit teeth as he rammed his cock in and out of Vander's clenching hole. He angled his hips upwards, hoping to hit that spot that would make it impossible for the beta to stay quiet. He growled lowly as he tugged on Vander's hip, heavily jerking Vander's cock as it oozed with precum. The smell of it was filling his nostrils, driving him closer to the edge. Even worse, he could feel his knot pushing against his ass, not going in though some part of Beck really wanted to, wanted to make sure the other couldn't get away until every last drip of his cum was inside of him.

"Ah god. You've got me so close."

Closing Shop || Open

“Oh yes, because maintaining your libido is easier with the aid of your big hands.” He teased, giving a small smirk because finishing the last piece on his plate. “I’m only being humorous with you, truthfully I don’t tend to judge anyone or the matters of or relating to sexual activities. After all a virgin can’t judge many when it comes to that particular category.” He claimed before asking for the check, his stomach feeling quite full from the delicious meal.

“I assume you’re still going to the bar after this? You do realize you do not have to accompany me to the Library if you don’t wish to, I’d rather not force something upon someone and I do recall what you spoke of earlier quite clearly. But still, minds can change.” As could hearts, but this wasn’t the time to argue about that. Thanking the waiter when the check was laid on the table, Brooks quickly calculated what he owed and placed it on the check, tip included.

“I suppose I can sleep rather well tonight, I do plan on going shopping tomorrow though. I can hardly believe how fast the Library runs out of food. I ponder if anyone besides myself goes into the break room and eats all the food and drink I put into the refrigerator.” He chuckled at his own words, it was silly yes. But he could picture little children wondering and touching things they weren’t exactly supposed to. Brooks slowly rose from his seat, giving a small stretch before turning his attention to Beck. “Are we ready to depart?” The Beta himself was eager to return to the Library, but that shouldn’t be a surprise.

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"Libido is such a weird word. I've only heard anyone use it in a sentence twice. Once today and the other in a Nirvana song." Beck said with a scrunch of his nose before his head tilted at the other admitting to be a virgin. "No offense, but I could tell you were a virgin. Still, they say the quiet nerdy virgins are the biggest freaks. I guess that's why Fifty Shades Of Grey was such a big hit. It's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for." He teased the other with a small smile.

"Hell, I doubt I'll have any interest in going to the bar at this rate, honestly. If I don't go with you, I'll probably go home and take the longest nap of the century. A solid 12 hours seems like a plan though it's not necessary, you know. I wouldn't mind going to the library with you. I always wondered what it looked like when there weren't any people there. It's probably peaceful as fuck." Beck pulled out his wallet and paid for the remainder of the amount. It hadn't been too bad. People had been fucking up their cars a lot this week which meant he was definitely getting the big bucks.

"Maybe you sleep snack. It's like sleep walking but you walk to get a snack." Beck laughed before standing to his feet. He stretched a bit before nodding. "To the batmobile, I suppose."

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

A chill traveled down his spine at the way his lips felt brushing against his shoulder. Beck was moving faster now, though he was still surprisingly gentle. This wasn’t what Vander had been expecting after that comment about the door. That didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it, though. This was nice. Really nice. Though it was easy to have a good time when the person you were with knew what he was doing. Vander felt almost intoxicated by the way Beck smelled, the way he sounded and felt.

“Aw, you’re sweet,” Vander teased in response to his compliment, unable to help himself though really, the words were sweet. In truth, he appreciated them. He was the sort that held on to compliments, storing them away but not knowing how to properly react to them because he was unused to recieving them. Even when he did, he found them hard to believe. He put on a good front- acting self absorbed and confident- but he wasn’t really. He had moments of insecurity more often than not. “I might just swoon.” His voice breathless and his tone sassy.

He placed his hands on the wall, steadying himself after the abrupt position change and spread his shaky legs so that they were just slightly more opened, giving light moans here and there and moving himself backwards to meet each thrust forward. After a moment, he impulsively took a hand down from the wall and placed it over top of one of the hands the other wolf had on his hip, threading his fingers in between Beck’s, gripping hard enough that his knuckles went white.

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Honestly, Beck had never been much of a talker in the bedroom, but he couldn't stop himself from complimenting the other. He was sure that the image of Vander bent over and taking his cock like this was going to be etched in his mind for many days to come. Maybe even for the rest of his life. The sassy comments did nothing to discourage him. He knew that's how Vander was by now, but at least the other had to catch his breath between smart ass comments.

Beck moved one hand down to Vander's cock then, stroking it in time with his steady thrusts. The way the other's cheeks jiggled each time he bottomed out inside of him just drove him crazy. He couldn't take it. He felt the other's hand go against his, their fingers threading together and his heart picked up speed. This was so much different than anything the alpha had ever experienced.

"Fuck. Do you want it hard now, baby boy?" He panted, feeling the tight grip on his hand, "Do you need to be pounded into?"

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

Vander let out a low groan, dropping his forehead against the tile with a light thump. His walls clenched around Beck as he moved and he gave a small noise of complaint as he drew back, resisting the urge to shove himself backwards, chasing after him. He decided he liked the way Beck had placed his forehead on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but it just felt like a nice gesture. Though it was a bit unsettling to him that he was paying that much attention to the littlest things between them.

“I’m good,” he breathed, after a moment. That wasn’t a question he was used to being asked, and it made his chest feel a bit warm. Initially, it had been a harsh enough stretch that his eyes had stung with tears, but it was a good burn, a welcome one. God, what Beck lacked in height he made up for in… other areas. He bit his lip to keep from laughing at the thought of what Beck would do if he told him that. Not the time for that. Not the time.

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"Okay. Good." Beck mumbled against his shoulder, hips rutting forward and filling the beta up once more. The thrust was still a bit gentle though not as slow as the first one. He let a hand trail over Vander's lower stomach, the other still gripping his hip tightly. He let out a groan as he found a pace, moderate but still not as rough as he could be. The soft slaps of skin against skin each time he bottomed out were barely audible due to how damn gentle he was being.

"You're so fucking tight." He breathed, hands suddenly pulling his hips backwards, toward him so that Vander was in a more bent over position, "And so beautiful."

Closing Shop || Open

Brooks couldn’t help but chuckle, as much as he tried to silence himself. “Trying is the first step to succeeding, perhaps you should try to do it without thinking. That’s what helped me at first, I just didn’t think about what I was supposed to do or what I had to do to use the chopsticks, I just did it and well it worked. Similar to the Christmas story about the reindeer trying to fly, he thought too much every time he tried and when he finally stopped thinking about it. That’s when he flew. Of course I suppose that’s rather amusing coming from myself because I tend to overthink everything.” It was a bad habit that he might need to break, however as of now, he saw no problem with it. Popping another piece into his mouth, he tapped his chopsticks together a few times.

“You’d think a mechanic would be more skilled with his fingers.” He teased, using his natural sense of sarcasm. However his small joke meant no harm, usually it took a lot for Brooks to attempt to be humorous with another. But the moment was too perfect to let such a funny thing not be said. “You’ll get it eventually, everyone learns at a different pace after all. Though I must confess I do get a little frustrated if I don’t get something right away.” Given his brains, he assumed he could grasp anything with ease. However, that wasn’t always the case and in a way he was almost glad it wasn’t. With another sip of his drink, he continued to eat. His plate clearing out faster than he thought, well hunger was certainly something powerful.

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"Of all the things you could have referenced, you had to mention that story?" Beck questioned as he scrunched up his nose in playful distaste, "I'm no reindeer and thinking too much is one of my best qualities, you know? It's how I make sure my body stays in tact most of the time. Being this tiny in a dog eat dog world aint easy, you know? Especially when you've got a mouth like mine." Still, he tried again, not really focusing and getting the piece of sushi into his mouth though he nearly choked on it at the other's words about his fingers. He swallowed and that gave him enough time to think of a smart remark.

"Hey! These fingers are skilled where it counts. Not just mechanic stuff either, buddy. I just got big hands. They work well doing some things and very horribly with other's y'know?" He chuckled regardless, not actually taking the beta's words as an issult. He went back to eating then, smiling a bit to himself as he too went through his plate rather quickly.

Closing Shop || Open

“Heh …” A soft chuckle escaped his mouth before he shrugged. “I assume and agree that you should be proud of your own status, no matter what it is. However, I don’t believe I can help you inquire what it feels like to be a Beta, much less an Omega. I mean all a Beta is, essentially in my own definition is not quite an Alpha and not quite an Omega. We hold qualities of both status, caught in the middle yes? As for Omega’s. I do not judge them and I do believe they need to be treated better, they do not deserve judgement or hate for their status. Nobody deserves hate for being who they are, I do believe I worry about myself being Demisexual more than my status of being a Beta.” He confessed, given many people didn’t believe Brooks sexuality existed. But regardless, the young man stood by what he believed in and believed he was.

He gave a small half smile, though it faded quickly as it always did. Brooks seemed to have a problem with smiling, it never lasted long and it hard to get the Beta truly happy. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t, Brooks had his moments and he was just content with his life. Always content. He glanced behind his shoulder when he heard someone approaching and food being laid on the table, the sight of it making Brooks mouth water. He grabbed his chopsticks, moving with ease as he picked a piece of sushi up and popped it into his mouth. “Mm …” He hummed in approval before grabbing another piece. “It’s quite good, wouldn’t you agree?” Might as well start up a new conversation over food, given Brooks knew all too well he tended to ramble.

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"The middle just sounds better, I guess. Grass greener on the other side maybe?" Beck said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. His brows furrowed at the mention of his sexuality. He was curious to what they could mean, but he didn't want to offend the other either. He made note to google it or something and talk about it with Brooks some other time. Plus, the food had shown up and talking about sexuality wasn't something to be discussed over such things -- especially sushi if you asked him.

"I haven't yet gotten any in my mouth." Beck said sheepishly, trying to use the chopsticks. Maybe it was a need to want to impress the other, but he was failing miserably. Instead, he caused one of the rolls to fall into his lap. "Ah crap." He laughed, picking up with his fingers and popping it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, nodding now at his statement. "You can't be mad at me for using my hands. I tried, okay?"

Blooming Friendship || Beck & Ben

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The football player hadn’t been back to Fairmoore long, but if there was one thing he had noticed, it was that people looked at him… differently. While he still got the looks of shock when they realized just how large he was mixed with the sweet scent of his gender, the looks he now got were for the most part, incredulous - at least from the Sterling wolves. Whether it was because of his leaving the pack on his own accord or declining the opportunity to come back, or even his joining Lockhart, he wasn’t sure, but Benjamin honestly enjoyed it. He liked that he had shattered their expectations and, in all honesty, he’d do it again in a heartbeat - just to see his father’s face.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Lockhart had been more of a family to him in the past than Sterling had, his football coach in high school having been part of the pack and letting him stay with him, so he had never felt the disdain towards Lockhart wolves that his Sterling brethren did. Maybe that was what made this transition so easy, the transition from former ball player to personal trainer. Or maybe it was because he was a professional athlete that helped.

“Hey, Ben - that wolf I told you about is here,” his boss, another Lockhart wolf and owner of the gym, said as he poked his head into the locker rooms. Lacing up his shoes, the blond told him he’d be right there before he shut his locker and headed to the main floor of the gym, looking for the wolf he was to meet. They said he was a pack member, so he’d smell of Lockhart, and he was an Alpha - but not your typical Alpha.

And then he spotted him - a lean, but not scrawny, kid that stood near the doors, looking as if he was about to run. Running his hand through his hair, the six foot three Omega walked up to him and gave him a small smile. “Beck, right? Jim said you’d be coming by.”

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Wow. He was...huge. He'd never seen an omega so big, but what had Beck really expected? Some scrawny cute twink who just so happened to have a six pack? Please. This guy was a fucking football player, for the NFL, no less. He felt bad for being so surprised about his size. His cheeks flushed a crimson as he was greeted before nodding ever so slowly. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. Sure, a majority of the omegas he'd messed around with had been slightly taller or the same size as him in some cases, though he aimed for the ones much smaller, but none of them had been 7 inches taller than him.

"I just uh...I needed someone to talk to. I was told you were the guy to talk to about the kind of things I'm dealing with. Sorry if it's like too...not macho for you or something." He laughed nervously as he pushed his hair out of his eyes for the second time. "I'm usually not this shy or anything like that. I have a big fucking mouth honestly, but being here is a little upsetting....for me." He'd tried to bulk up when he had found out he was an alpha, but nothing had seemed to help. It was shameful.

Closing Shop || Open

“I do believe if you love sushi you should know how to properly hold chopsticks do you not agree?” He questioned with a sarcastic tone, though his words meant no harm. He was only teasing the other before reaching over to help Beck properly hold the chopsticks. “You hold it like you would a pencil. Place the second chopstick against your ring finger, hold the base of it with your thumb and move the upper chopstick with your thumb, index and middle fingers.” He explained as he moved Beck’s fingers around and then pulled away.

“Though I suppose I shouldn’t judge, I’ve been known to eat sushi with my fingers. Given that’s only on rare days when I’m hungry enough to disregard the fact it’s proper to use chopsticks.” He explained before taking a sip of his drink, allowing it to cool his throat and wet his lips. “Be respectful to the Japanese culture yes? Though using chopsticks takes some practice, took me quite a while to learn how to properly use them. Of course I’ve been eating sushi since I was young, so I suppose I have an excuse for the length of time it took me to properly use them. Though as a child, not many things came to be challenging. Except perhaps my Pack or rather my old Pack. We always managed to get ourselves into some sort of trouble and I do believe I was always the mastermind at solving how to get out of whatever we cast ourselves into willingly.” He chucked softly, however it came to a quick stop.

“You must have left a Pack back home yes? Given in Utah there were certain Packs who claim territory and would fight anyone who crossed it, even if by accident.” He shared, of course Brooks was never a trouble maker. He tried to avoid it when he could. “I am curious though and I always ask this, but how do you feel about your position as an Alpha? Most say they don’t care or that they don’t truly have an opinion on it.” In a way he understood that, given he never paid much mind to his own title as a Beta. Titles weren’t so important to Brooks.

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"Not exactly. For a long time, it was something I had only every once and awhile. Just because I loved it didn't mean I got to have it all the time, you know?" Beck said sheepishly. He tried his best to follow the instructions Brooks was giving him but it seemed just too damned difficult. Brooks moved his fingers around to help and it honestly felt a bit strange to have the book worm touch him in any sort of way, but he didn't let that show in the slightest.

"I think the idea of using chopsticks is super cool, but I'm not so sure I'll ever be a pro at using these things." Beck admitted with a laugh before setting them down on the table. "Maybe it's like playing a guitar. Generally, they say the younger you start, the better you are when you're older because your fingers can then adjust and settle into like guitar hands, you know? I'm not sure if that makes sense."

"Ah ha. I remember getting back in trouble a lot back home." He laughed before nodding, "Yeah. I left my dad's pack. He hates me for it, but what can you do. I think I went to Utah once and they weren't practically fond of me there, so I can say I definitely believe you. Utah is the home of Mormons and all that too, right? The guys in suits who knock on your door." He took a sip of his drink though he nearly choked on it when the other asked his question.

"Uh...fuck uhm how do I feel about it? I...I'm proud to be an alpha, but uh...I've always wondered if my life would be easier if I was say...a beta. I definitely couldn't be an omega. I see the way they are treated and I wouldn't be able to stand that."

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

He could make some comparison about how Beck’s hands were leaving trails of fire wherever they touch, something cheesy like that, talking about how his touch sends warmth rocketing throughout his body. But Vander wasn’t someone who made those types of comparisons, not anymore. The truth was that really, he felt something else, with the wolfs hand on his hip, cock buried in his ass, their hips pressed together with his lips working at his neck. It wasn’t fire, no. It was something far, far different. It was right. It was right in a way that made his whole chest ache, something soft and bittersweet. Pressed up against a cold, hard, bathroom wall might not have been the ideal setting for a first fuck (or any fuck at all, really- the idea of that desperation, the fumbling hands and rushed, sloppy kissing, too impatient to make it anywhere else- that was nice fantasy material. In practice, though, it was fairly inconvenient) but at that moment, Vander wouldn’t have traded that wall for the softest california king in the world.

It was such a drastic change of pace- one moment, they’d been grinding against each other, rough and fast, there was spanking for fucks sake, and then the next there was… this. Beck had slid into him slow, almost… gentle. He wasn’t so naive as to let himself think this would last, but he was going to savor it while it was here. Vander pushed and teased and threw out biting words, but harsh was all that he was accustomed to. This, whatever this was, it was something he craved. He loved the roughness, but moments like these… soft, easy ones, the eye of the storm as he was adjusting, that was… special to him. And that nickname had certainly gotten him feeling something. All of that was significant, in a way that he was only subconsciously aware of. He gave a soft sigh, feeling content as he was stretched around the male at last. He leaned back into him, just slightly, and adjusted his hips, tilting his neck in a submissive gesture that also gave Beck better access to his neck.

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Beck hadn't even realized that the way he was treating him was different from any either way he'd treated anyone else, well, besides the one person he'd rather not think about in a time like this. Being gentle was never something Beck had been good at, but it mostly had to do with the fact that he'd always been so concerned about getting his, about having power, about controlling something because he couldn't control anything else in his life. He didn't move until he felt the other completely adjust to his size, one that definitely wasn't one to laugh about and definitely unpredictable considering how small the alpha was, but oh well.

It was scary though that Beck had to resist the urge to bite the other's shoulder. His scent calling to him, begging to be mated. It was what had gotten him in trouble a few years back in France. That god damned scent. He pressed his forehead to Vander's shoulder instead, slowly pulling his hips back, feeling each clench of muscle from the other as he did and it was absolutely intoxicating.

"Y-You okay?" He panted, keeping only his tip inside of him as he asked. He needed to know the other wasn't hurting.

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

Vander’s breath whooshed out as Beck flipped him around, tensing both with anticipation and at the cold tile now pressed to the front of his body. Under some circumstances, that might have been a turn off, but the clashing sensations of the warmth from the body behind him and the cool harshness from his front caused a reaction that went straight to his throbbing dick.

He jumped slightly, shocked at the hand slapping his ass, an action he hadn’t been expecting. A throaty moan slipped from his mouth, loud and needy and it sent a dark blush to his face that travelled all the way down his neck. His toes and fingers curled up. That was new. He’d never even really considered being spanked before, and if you’d asked him, he probably would have said he wasn’t into the idea. But oh, he was. He so was, god, and the thought of it happening again had him squirming, another moan bubbling up.

He panted, wanting so badly to reach down and palm his cock but not allowing himself to. When Beck touched his dick to Vander’s ass he clenched his hands tight, nails digging into his palms from where they were rested near his neck against the wall. When Beck told him to beg the words pulled another moan that was more of a whine out of him, something breathless and high pitched. “Beck,” he cried out. “Oh, Beck, please.” He swallowed hard, chest heaving as he panted, resting his forehead against the tile and squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, please, please,” He babbled, nearly incoherent but begging nonetheless, his voice choked. He was dissolving now, he was desperate enough that he would do just about anything Beck wanted if it meant it would get him fucked good and hard. “Please, Beck, I want you inside me, I’ll do anything, I,” His voice broke. “Please, Daddy,” He begged, “Fuck me.”

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Beck payed attention to every single reaction. The way he inhaled sharply at the feeling of the cold tile. The slight jump when he hit his rear and the moan that quickly followed. He could see the obvious blush and knew that everything he was doing was exactly what he needed to do. He wouldn't have minded to touch the beta like this for the rest of his life if he could, to hear his pleasured moans and needing whines. It just got better as the other cried out his name in the slew of pleas and even worse when he used the one word that was his utmost weakness.

"Fuck, baby boy." Beck panted, spitting onto his hand to lather his cock up urgently, "I'm gonna fuck the absolute shit out of you." One hand moved to Vander's hip, caressing the soft skin there and the other angled his dick just right, slowly let himself enter the other. His eyes rolled back from how good it felt, nails digging into his him then. He steadied himself, letting himself bottom out before removing the hand from his cock, hips pressed against him as he began to kiss along his neck.

"Ah you feel so good."

Closing Shop || Open

Brooks couldn’t help but frown, being an only child meant that Brooks didn’t know how that special sibling connection felt. But he knew it was precious and meant a lot, well perhaps depending on how good of relationship you had. “I’m sorry you had to say goodbye to him, it’s never easy to say goodbye to anyone. Especially someone you love and hold dearly.” He claimed, leaving home was easy for him. But there was still a tear in his eye when he departed from his mother and Aunt.

“I’m sure there’s a chance you’ll see him once again. I mean fate has quite an interesting way of working, I would have never thought I’d come to Fairmoore but I did. I became the Head Librarian and I’m sure more exciting and unintended things will continue to happen in the future. Though I could only be stating this because I have a rather dramatic past.” It’s take a certain act of nature for him to finally let go of what happened and how he felt about it, all the regrets and guilt he kept bottled inside.

He offered a small smile before the waiter came back with their drinks and asked for their order. Brooks got himself the usual with extra spicy tuna, sushi and seafood were always something to get consume in mass quantities, at least to Brooks. Though one would have to be careful not to eat too much and get sick. But Brooks was usually good about how much he ate and he always walked, so it’s not like he kept the weight on. Given he had a fast metabolism he was quite grateful for and considering he was 6′2 in height, it was best for him to keep his ideal weight.

#{ interaction ;; }#{ t: closing shop ;; brooks ;; }#librarianbrooks

"It was my choice to go away, but I couldn't stand the rest of my family. They treated me like shit because I wasn't some super large Alpha. Everyone thought I was going to be an omega before I started showing, you know? I was even smaller than I was now before it happened, but then I bulked up a bit so I'm sure you can imagine how small I was beforehand." Being a solid 5'8" was kind of unimpressive for his kind and the fact that Brooks was taller than him was ego damaging, though he tried not to think about it too much.

"Unless he shows up to Fairmoore, I kind of highly doubt I'll ever see him again. Considering circumstances, I think it's best I never go back to my home town ever again. Not sure what the reaction would be if I ever did. I guess my mom would be happy, but my dad? He'd probably kick my ass. He was a big strong alpha and shit after all." Beck said with a sigh before looking up at Brooks through dark lashes, "I think we all have dramatic pasts in some way or the other. It's why we get along so great."

He took a sip of his drink as Brooks ordered before ordering California rolls for himself. He opened the little packets of chop sticks and fiddled with them. "Hey, do you know how to use these? I usually just stab through the middle with one and call it a day."

Looking For Someone || Beck & Vander

Vander found it was harder to keep reminding himself to breathe now, with Becks hands everywhere- his shaft, his balls, his ass. God, if he was having this much of a reaction, clearly he was in desperate need of a good lay. His lungs seemed to be closing up with anticipation. He pressed lightly back against his Becks hand instinctively, and moved his own hands up to the alphas shoulderblades, fingers splaying across his skin to gently grip at them. His actions seemed to have taken a turn, now.

On top of that, despite everything else going on that hair flip did something to him, caused a twang somewhere in his chest. It was a feeling he immediately decided he was going to shove away to the back of his mind, one he wasn’t going to look into ever. His breath left him in a whoosh at his teasing, and he realized for a fleeting moment that this might be penance for his own teasing. He gnawed roughly at his own lower lip, waiting. He could have complained about being teased, but if he was being honest, he didn’t want to because in Vanders opinion, there was nothing to complain about. Not as long as Beck kept touching him.