eggsynog-not-safe:
Baby knew that he’d have to wash his sheets after this, unfortunately. He wanted to bask in the scent as much as possible after this — he’d have to make due with the couch and his pillows for the scent. Maybe the clothes peter was borrowing from him. Surely his phone would be charged after this and he would go home — with a maybe of ever seeing the omega again. And he partly refused to let peter leave without the exchange of numbers, promises to see each other again and the scent drawn in the home. The aunt would be worried, surely, when Peter came home with alpha scent being spread on him, but Baby wasn’t the one to catch the lecture of that. Not yet, at least.
His body was rocking in to him, trying to rock kind of slow but having a slight edge as he ended each one with a slight sharp smack of their thighs hitting one another. Though a nod was given, leaning to press a kiss to his jaw. “Baby boy.. you can do what you want right now,” he murmured lowly, instinctually his back curving in to the light nail scratches. He had no need to make him withhold his orgasm — his own would come in time and fuck, he wanted the other to be happy with everything. Hell, multiple orgasms were a good thing. “Leave your scent in my room so it feels like you’re near for days,” he purred lowly, his thrusts a little more rocky, fucking in to him to work his orgasm out.
Permission given, a pet name included and Peter lets out a pleased sound, pulls at the alpha’s hips. Cock shoved back in, deep and pressing against sensitive areas before sliding back out and the omaga’s moving his hands along Baby’s back. He’s holding him close, wants to place his mouth against skin and given what’s been said he can’t stop himself. Peter’s leaning up, nipping and kissing at the alpha’s neck, gentle suction and it’s distracting. He can taste the scent, feel it on his lips, lets out a sound muffled from the contact. “If - if…” A breathy exhale falls out, stops his train of thought as he pushes into another thrust, feels the sensation run down his spine and to his toes. “…fucking feels this good - will…” Peter bites at his bottom lip, can feel his own arousal throb as it hits against his hips from the movement. “…your knot - will if feel good?” Not even waiting for an answer and he’s licking back over Baby’s neck, lips finding his pulse and sucking.
The sound made baby quite happy with the situation now. Hell, he’d be happy with the little pet names if that’s what peter liked. The feeling of the warm hands along his back made him hum lowly, body shuddering just slightly. He loves the feeling of finally having the others mouth on his skin, a low grumble escaping him about it. “Peter —“ a soft sigh coming, nosing in to his shoulder just a little in encouragement that it felt good but his words failed as the sex aspect of the moment took over his mind much more instead. But the question made him hum softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss behind his ear. “A new omega it’ll — hurt a little,” he admitted quietly. “A full and swollen sensation.. unable to separate until the alphas body finishes.. the mating or bonding sexual rituals are much more.. little more painful.. a much more intimate moment..”












