I write a lot and read even more. My inbox is always open for requests! However, I do not write any scat, watersports, blood/gun play, incest, or anything icky like that. I also donât write x/reader or OCâs. Ghouls are written strictly as the on-stage character and are not a reflection onto or in place of the actual people in the band behind the mask. This is a mostly NSFW page. Take that as you will.
tags: Alpha Ilya Rozanov/Omega Shane Hollander, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, hockey injury, hidden relationship
summary:
When Shane goes down on the ice in a game against Boston, no one thinks any differently when his rival, Ilya Rozanov, stands still on the ice while he is carried off. Obviously, someone should have. Separated from his hurt omega and with no one to turn to, Ilya does the one thing he's never done before: beg.
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Or, No one knows that with the exception of a mating scar on his neck, Shane is a mated omega. (To Ilya).
Read under the cut or here on a03.
It had all happened so fast. One moment, Shane was racing down the ice with the puck, effortlessly getting past Bostonâs defense line, and in anotherâhe was knocked out on the ice.
The Metros all hopped over the bench racing towards Shane, refs pushing away stray Raiders players who all stopped in their tracks after the omega had hit the floor. The impact was loud. Marleau was shaking, torn between his loyalty to his team and his instincts, but the refs called it a clean hit, and it was. Hollander just didnât see him coming.
The medics slid in, moving Shane onto a spine board and lifting him onto the stretcher, carrying him off the ice. He looked so small and defeated with the neck brace on, hands twitching, eye brows furrowed.
Ilya couldnât hold himself together. Not like he should be. On the ice, Hollander was just another player, an obstacle to the Stanley Cup. But off the ice? Hollander was everything to him. But his omega had thought of everything, like usual, and made him promise that if something like this were to happen, he was to act normal and keep their cover. Ilya had agreed because Shane had asked him too and Ilya was weak for him, but now he was kicking himself. His omega was hurt badly, and he couldn't even hold his hand.
The game was cancelled. All the alphas were unsettled and it was deemed too dangerous to continue such a brutal sport. Both teams were herded back into the dressing rooms, the air tight and uncomfortable.
But most of all, Rozanov was making it worse. The captain bullied himself into the room, door hitting the wall so hard it made the team jump. âойаŃŃ!â He yelled, throwing his helmet loosely towards the direction of his cubby. âЧŃĐž Пно, йНŃŃŃ, доНаŃŃ?â
Everyone gave their Alpha captain some space. He was loud and brash on a good day, but this was new territory. His scent was seeping out from underneath his scent patch, making all the alphas on edge, instincts clashing at submitting to their recognized alpha or fighting for dominance.
âCap,â Marleau whispered, hands up in a placating gesture. âYouâre stressing everyone out, buddy. Deep breaths, okay? Iâm sure he will be just fine.â
Ilya just bristled, his hackles rising, âShut the fuck up.â He growled out, eyes threatening to take over to alpha red. He needed to get out of this stupid locker room and figure out where they were taking his omega. But it wasnât that easy, was it?
Eventually, his team poured out of the locker room, bidding their captain farewell as he sat still in his gear. Only when he was alone did he change, hands shaking so bad he almost forewent his socks and shoes. He heard the other team in the hallway, and one voice stuck out to him the most. Hayden Pike.
The alpha shot out of the locker room, catching Pike as walked towards the parking garage. âPike,â Ilya growled, hand reaching out to grab him on the shoulder, anything to not let the other alpha see him shake.
Hayden spun around, eyes wide, shrugging his hand off his shoulder. âNot now, Rozanov. Alright?â He said, eyes sharp. Ilya actually took a step back, holding his hands up. He shook his head, casting his eyes down.
âNo no, Iâm not here toâuh, Christ! English is hard,â He said, his hands fumbling around to make his answer appear. âI just wanted to know, if you know anything. About ShâHollander.â He grimaced at his slip-up, Shane would have killed him. âAbout Hollander.â He repeated, finally looking up at Pike.
Pike looked at him for a second. âWhat do you care? It was your friend that hit him.â
Ilya had to control his breathing. Being reminded that one of his closest friends and teammates brutally knocked out his omega was not helping him at the moment. He shook his head and tried to hold back a whine. âI know, alright?â He snapped, âTrust me, I deal with him already.â
Rozanov looked like he was going to start talking again but Pike cut him off. âLook,â He said, running a hand through his hair, âIâve got to go see my friend at the hospital. I canât deal with your rivalry shit right now. They are having a hard enough time with him right now as is and I need to go help.â Pike turned away to walk back to his car, but Ilya was faster.
âWoah, woah, Pike, stop.â He said, getting in front of the alpha and putting a hand out, mere inches from his chest. âWhat do you mean, having hard time with him? Whatâs wrong?â
âItâs none of your business, Rozanov.â Hayden seethed out, eyes gaining a red hue.
Ilya nodded, putting his hand down. He had to be strong for Shane, he had to respect what his omega wanted and him coming out to Hayden was not something he wanted. Even if that meant letting Pike go help his omega instead of him. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his game bag and shakily wrote his phone number on it and handed it to Pike.
âCall or text me about his, uh, condition? Yes?â Ilya asked softly, making the other alpha do a double take.
âSure, Rozanov. Iâve really got to go.â Whatever Hayden was feeling about Rozanov, he had to admit it was sweet of him to be so worried about Shane. He figured, in some odd way that he hated, Rozanov had known Shane longer than he did. He shook the thought out of his head and made his way to the hospital.
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âMr. Hollanderâs family?â A young nurse announced, walking into the visitors seating area.
Yuna, David, Hayden and Jackie all shot up out of their seats. âYes, thatâs us.â Yuna said, hands twisting over each other. David rested a soft hand on her shoulder.
The nurse looked over them with an odd look. She clicked her tongue, looking over the file in front of her before looking back up again. âWhat are your names?â
All four of them shared a glance before looking back at the nurse. âIâm Yuna, Shaneâs mother, and this is his father, David.â She paused, raising an eyebrow. âThis is Hayden, Shaneâs teammate and his wife, Jackie.â She crossed her arms over her chest. âSomething wrong?â
The nurse began to look uncomfortable, which only made everyone else worry. âIs, uh, Shaneâs Alpha here?â
Yuna let out a breath. âIâm his mother, the family alpha.â
She nodded, lips pursed. âDo you know when his alpha will be here?â
âHe doesnât have one,â David spoke, looking between his wife and the nurse.
âAccording to his adverse reactions to our medications and his behaviors, all signs indicate to him having a strong bond with an alpha.â She said, âHe has become extremely agitated and will go into distress if we canât get his levels down.â
All four of them remained silent, shocked. The nurse continued, âIf there is anyone he was close to at all, please give them a call. Or, if any alphaâs have recently gotten antsy after hearing about him getting hurt.â She turned and walked back into the hospital hallway, leaving them standing there, stunned.
âHayden?â David asked, turning towards him. âShane was always quiet about all that stuff with us. Did he mention anyone to you?â
Hayden let out a breath and took a seat, a hand coming to rub over his face. âUh, no, no. He never liked to talk about that stuff. Didnât wanna be treated differently.â Hayden stopped, hand shooting to his phone. âLet me, uh, text some guys on the team, they might know.â
Walking through the hospital, Hayden couldnât believe what he was thinking. There was no way, right? When the nurse mentioned any alphaâs getting antsy, at first he didnât think of anyone. No one on the team acted any differently when Shane got hurt compared to any times anyone else did. Shane hated Ilya, right?
The brisk air greeted him outside the hospital, his breath catching. He couldnât believe what he was about to do. Cursing softly, he pulled out Rozanovâs number and dialed it. It was answered on the first ring.
âMhmm, itâs me. Yeah. Shaneâs got a bad concussion and a fractured collarbone.â Hayden murmured, taking a deep breath â he couldnât believe what he was about to say. âListen, youâve got to be honest with me right now.â
âOkay.â
âAre you and ShaneâŚâ He stopped, shaking his head. âAre you his Alpha?â
There was silence over the phone, but Hayden could hear him breathing heavily.
He continued. âIâm not trying to, you know. Whatever. What I feel doesnât matter right now. Answer me, Rozanov.â
âYes. I am, alright? I donât want to hear it, Pike. Please. He didnât want anyone to know. Just tell me whatâs going on with him, okay? I canât standââ
âGet here, now. He needs you.â
Rozanov just whined and Hayden almost felt bad. âIâI canât, I promised him I wouldnât tell anyone. And his parentsâGod, his parents. They hate me, Pike. They wonât want me there.â
âShit. Iâll handle his parents, okay? Donât worry about it, promise. Shane is going into distress soon if they canât calm him down. His mom canât help him anymore, it has to be you.â
âDistress? Fuck. Iâm coming right now.â
Hayden walked back up to the visitor room, finding that everyone had moved into Shaneâs room. Yuna and David immediately looked at him and he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking softly on the balls of his feet.
âListen, I, uh. Called someone. They are coming right now for Shane.â God, he was regretting his promise to Rozanov. This was awkward as hell.
âWell, who is it? Do we know them?â Yuna asked.
Hayden couldnât help a chuckle and Jackie whacked him on the arm. âUh, yeah, yeah. You know them. Itâs Ilya.â He paused when they didnât recognize the name. âRozanov.â
Yuna and David were about to shout, when Shane let out a terrible whine. They all gathered around his bed, Yuna just itching to grab his hand. She knew better though, Shane was bonded to an alpha now.
âIlya,â He whined, eyes finally opening to show bright omega gold.
At that display, Yuna and David quieted down their remarks. Now was not the time to challenge their sonâs chosen mate. âHeâs on his way here, honey. Your alpha will be here soon.â She said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. Her baby had found a mate.
As if he heard Shane whine, Ilya burst into the hospital room. He was frantic, only physically settling when his eyes found Shane. He simply itched to touch him, but he had to get approval from Shaneâs parents first. âUh, Hi. Hello.â
As the family alpha, Yuna stepped forward. âHi, um, Iâm Yuna. Shaneâs mother.â
Ilya smiled and reached out a hand for her to shake. âYes, Ms. Hollander, Shane has told me about you. All good things.â
She smiled as well as she could right now. âCall me Yuna, please.â She shook his hand, pulling it towards her to hold it. âI know this is terrible timing, and we still have a lot to talk about, trust me. But if Shane has chosen you, we choose you.â
David smiled as well, reaching out to shake the younger alphaâs hand. âLooking forward to getting to know you, Ilya.â
Hayden decided to end this already awkward moment. Shane was getting worse by the second. âCome on, letâs leave them be. Shane needs him more than we do right now.â
As soon as the door shut, Ilya rushed towards his omega. âShane, ĐźĐžŃ ĐťŃйОвŃâ He cried, âIâm right here, Omega.â
âAlpha,â Shane whined, âHurts.â
Ilya ran a hand through his soft dark hair, holding his head softly as he rubbed a thumb across his cheekbone, smiling at the array of freckles. âI know, baby, I know. Iâm so sorry youâre hurting. Let me help, yes? Alpha is here.â
Shane just nodded, leaning more into his alpha hand. He was so warm and smelled so good, a perfect combination of Ilyaâs naturally musky scent and brief notes from the cottage. God, he missed their bed. He didnât realize he was whining until he heard Ilya shush him, one of his huge hands coming around to grasp the nape of his neck. The alpha didn't squeeze, he knew better than to scruff Shane without his consent, but the domesticity of the hold was nice. âSettle down, my love. I am here, yes?â
Shane kept his eyes closed, shaking his head. His breath stuttered. Ilya raised a brow, using the hand not on his omegaâs neck to tap his cheek. âDo you, uh, need?â He asked softly, fingers moving softly along the smooth back of Shaneâs neck, some twirling his hair. Ilya knew Shane usually hated being scruffed, the forced submission never sat right with him, no matter how relaxed he felt afterwards. Ilya only offered it because Shane was still riding the line of distress, and sometimes there was nothing that would take him back except this.
âIâm sorry,â Shane whispered, turning away from his alpha as much as the hold would allow.
Ilya clicked his tongue, immediately grasping Shaneâs chin and tilting it back to him. âNo sorries, ĐźĐžŃ ĐťŃйОвŃ. I give whatever you need, yes? Is just us here.â
Shane nodded his head. âYes, I think I need it. I got so scared, I didnât think they would let you in here with me.â
Ilya laughed, âYes, well, thank Hayden for that.â
Shane hummed, eyes falling closed for a minute. âCan you lay with me?â He muttered, hand fisting Ilya jacket. âI want you near, please?â
The alpha shot a look back at the door, relieved to see none of the Hollanderâs standing out in the hallway. He nodded, shrugging off his jacket and pulling it over his omega, who was slowly scooching over to the other side of the bed. Eventually, Shane was tucked into Ilyaâs side, it was a little weird given Shane had to cuddle up on his other side given the arm sling, but they made it work. Ilya directed Shaneâs head to the crook of his neck, another hand coming up to grasp his nape. âStill want?â
The omega simply nodded, nuzzling further into Ilyaâs scent gland. Usually, the alpha made him verbalize his request for this, but his omega was tired and close to distress. He nodded, kissing Shaneâs forehead. His fingers tightened, squeezing one of the most vulnerable parts of his omega. Shane couldnât help but stiffen, but his alpha ran a hand down his back, shushing him quietly.
âIs just me, omega. Iâve got you. Settle and come back to me.â
Shane relaxed in the hold, sinking further into Ilyaâs side. The alpha mumbled praises on deaf ears, knowing that Shane was deep in his headspace and couldnât understand him, the deep sound of his voice always brought his omega peace. Shane started to let out a soft purr which encouraged Ilyaâs own rumble to start.
Almost an hour later, a soft knock on the door brought both of them back to reality. The nurse from earlier stepped in, smiling softly at the pair.
âI hate to break up the nice moment, but Iâm afraid Iâve got something I need to discuss with you.â She shut the door softly behind her, cautious to Shane rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. âI figured it would be better to tell the both of you first.â
At that, Ilya went rigid. Her tone meant something was wrong, right? There was no other reason as to why she was acting like this. He breathed in Shaneâs scent again, his brilliant alpha nose trying to detect a trace of anything, something wrong that didnât belong. He almost whined, but the nurse spoke again, noticing his distress.
âThere is nothing physically wrong with you, Shane,â She started, âJust, um. Youâre going to have to have a heat soon.â
Now, Shane was the one who went rigid. âWhat? Why? Itâs the middle of the season, I know Iâm benched with my shoulder and head, but I just had my heat a few months ago. Iâm not due for a while.â
Shane, unlike most Omegas, hated his heat. He just felt so wrong inside his body, not being able to control his mind and remember what he says never sat well. It stressed him out to lose control like that. He hated all the sensations and cramps that came with his heat, and for some reason, he experienced a lot more pain than the typical amount. Sometimes his body craved his alphaâs touch but he couldnât have it, feeling like his skin was a live wire and he would die if something even came close. It was torture.
The nurse sighed. âUnfortunately, your body is going to start to reject most of the medicines we gave you when you first came in due to your bond with your Alpha. Once we received your bloodwork, we stopped all those medications, but it was too late. Despite not having a mating mark, your body believes you are mated, and it will expel the medicines that go against that.â
Shane just sunk further into the shitty hospital bed. He knew this was a possibility, in the very back corner of his mind, but he pushed it away. Acknowledging this required him to tell someone, someone close to him, that if something bad happened and he needed to go to the hospital, to let them know he has an Alpha. But he didnât want anyone to know, not even his Alpha parent or his best friend.
He just swallowed his hurt and looked back up at the nurse, actively avoiding the look Ilya was giving him. âHow long do you think I have before it hits?â
âGuessing how badly you reacted to the medicine and bordered on distress, Iâd say you have maybe 3 or 4 days before you will start to feel it. Maybe a week until it hits you fully.â
Shane just nodded and the nurse saw herself out. It was the sound of the door shutting that broke Ilya out his trance.
âA heat? So soon after your last one, ĐźĐžŃ ĐťŃйОвŃ. I am sorry.â The Alpha ran a hand through his omegaâs dark hair, knowing all too well how painful his omegaâs heats could be. âI take time off, be with you.â He concluded.
Shane jerked as much as he could in his sling. âWhat?â He shrieked, âIlya, you are in the middle of the playoffs. You canât just leave your team for almost two weeks to be with me. Youâre the captain!â
Ilya just shook his head. âNo, no. That doesnât matter now, okay? You are mine, Shane. You are hurt and I, cannot just, ойаŃŃ!â He cursed, shaking his head. âI have to look after you, care for you. Please. I donât know in English, sorry. Itâs hard.â Ilya cursed some more under his breath, hating that he couldnât find the right words. âTalk later, yes? Have time.â
Shane could see it in Ilyaâs eyes that he was near tears and figured that this conversation could stand to wait a bit. Ilya, despite what he says to the public, is actually very good in his English now, and Shane knew that him hiding behind his lack of understanding meant that it was all just too much for him right now. If anything, Shane definitely understood what feeling too much could do to someone.
Shane crooned, a unique omega sound reserved for mates and children, pulling Ilya back to him and shuffling so his alpha had no choice but to stick his head in the crook of Shaneâs neck. Surrounded by his omegaâs scent, Ilya very quickly found sleep.
However, Shane did not. He was planning, as always. First, he needed to figure out how to tell his parents about Ilya and the impending heat. Second, console Hayden about the fact that he and Ilya were now a package deal. And third, and most importantly, figure out how to keep Boston off their backs while Ilya was with him for half a month or so.
listen iâm gonna need this perverted gay hockey show to be less perverted because i cannot open this app in public without a flash of panic coursing through me every time. you can still be gay though. donât worry about the gay part
Having online friends is such an odd thing. I love you. I donât know what color eyes you have. Have you drunk water today? You know more about me than anyone who knows my face. I hope we can meet someday. I love you even though youâre across the world. Youâve never layed eyes on me but you see me. In my brain, youâre a bird because that was your profile picture when we met. I love you, go to sleep. Goodnight- I just woke up. I wish I could hug you. I wish I could protect you from them. Can you feel how much I care for you? Maybe we can meet. Iâm going to be near you soon. I love you. I hope you can feel the little nudges and gentle bonks and headpats. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Ilya felt like his smile was going to split his face. He was overwhelmingly happy. Shane was beaming up at him, eyes bright and freckles crinkled, and Ilya loved him. And Shane loved him. Holy fucking shit. Shane Hollander is in love with me.
Ghostober Day 25: Sensation Play/Topping From The Bottom/Slapping
Pairing: Dew/Aeon
Dew's not going to fuck Aeon until they behave. They have other plans.
Explicit, 800 words. Bratting, transmasc Aeon, grinding, temperature play, impact play, dirty talk. divider by @wrathofrats <3
âCome on, Dew, fuck me,â Aeon whines, batting their lashes and arching their back in an attempt to tempt him.
Dew just rolls his eyes, even as he lets them hook a leg around his narrow hips. âI dunno. Are you going to be good for me?â
Aeon barks out a laugh, rolling their hips and groaning as the head of their dick catches against Dewâs tip. âDo you think Iâm gonna be good?â
âNo, and thatâs why Iâm not fucking you yet,â he hums, unable to look away from Aeonâs hips as they move. A pearl of pre smears over them as it bubbles up. This is affecting him, no matter what he says. But his patience is a lot more than Aeon anticipates.
They whine again. âPlease, need you,â they beg, biting their bottom lip between their fangs as they all but hump him.
âAnd youâll have me. When I know youâre going to be good and take what I give you.â Dew crosses his arms.
âAw, but thatâs no fun,â Aeon huffs, blowing a strand of hair off of their forehead. ââM all yours, why donât you want me?â
âAnd when did I ever say I didnât? I said I wanted you to be good, Aeon. I only fuck good boys.â
Aeon laughs. âAnd you fuck Swiss all the time. Liar,â they tease, grinning smugly.
Dew wipes that look right off of their face when he grabs their hips, hands almost hot to the touch as he focuses his magic. âSwiss is better for me than you ever have been, voidling,â he rumbles low in his chest. âSo unless you wanna lay here and I go find him, you should better behave.â
Aeon just raises an eyebrow, hissing through their teeth at the heat of Dewâs magic. âDonât- Donât have to-â they gasp, hooking an ankle around the small of Dewâs back and pulling him.
âShit-â Dew yelps, because he didnât notice the way Aeonâd angled their hips, and all of a sudden heâs buried inside of their cunt with a slick noise.
âOh, fuck yes,â Aeon groans, head lolling back with a pleased sigh as they hold Dew flush against their hips, grinding on his cock.
âAeon-â Dew growls, grip on their hips tightening, claws digging into their skin. They yelp, but their cunt flutters from the little points of pain and heat, and Dew chokes.
âSo much better than makinâ me behave, right?â Aeon moans, and the worst part is they clearly arenât playing up just how affected they are. Aeonâs cunt is soaked, clinging around Dewâs cock like they donât want him to ever leave the warmth of their body, let him warm them up from the inside out.
Dew gives himself ten seconds to enjoy the sight below him, Aeonâs body writhing as they fuck themself on his cock like heâs just a toy. But thatâs not what he got them into his bed with the intention of doing.
âAeon,â he warns through grit teeth. His hands grow hot enough to leave reddening marks behind on Aeonâs lilac skin. They hiss and yelp but donât stop. âAeon.â
Again, thereâs no real response. Dew growls, leaning down so copper hair curtains them off from the rest of the world, so close the bridge of his nose presses against theirs. His claws dig into their hips enough to make them freeze, mismatched eyes going wide and mouth falling open in a strangled gasp.
âYou are going to be good, Aeon. You want to be my good boy. You want to get fucked,â Dew growls, baring his teeth.
âAnd what if I donât want to be good?â Aeon whispers, holding the line. Dew cocks his head like theyâre prey to be chased. His eyes gleam like embers kicked back to life.
âThen Iâll treat you as such,â he rumbles, threat darkening his tone. âYou know both ways to stop this, Aeon. Say the word or be good.â
âNo,â Aeon presses. They grit their teeth, hooking their leg tighter around Dewâs hips to pull him further inside, trying to goad him.
âFinal warning, voidling,â Dew whispers, bringing a still-warm hand up to cup Aeonâs cheek. Despite their bravado, Aeon leans into the warmth, a quiet chuff leaving them as they nuzzle into Dewâs palm.
Dewâs just beginning to think that Aeonâs actually going to behave when Aeon turns and nips at the meat of his palm. âI said no, Dew. Make me.â
âWith pleasure,â Dew grins, eyes burning. The hand holding their cheek leaves, just to slap them hard enough to sting.
Aeon keens, cunt fluttering around Dewâs dick. âFuck,â they gasp, wide eyed, cheek flushing where Dewâd struck them. He gives them a moment, but a word never comes. His grin curls slowly across his face.
âOh, you got so wet from being hit, baby,â Dew coos low and dark in Aeonâs ear. âGuess thatâs what you really wanted, huh? For me to put you in your place?â
Ooookay so having seen a bunch of people banned today over their NSFW (censored) art, and the fact my blog got mass reported last week, I'm just highlighting where I am in other corners of the internet for my NSFW art and fics in case I also manage to eat a ban:
[My Bluesky] / [My AO3]
(Though Bsky seems to also be turning into the shitter rn with their new rules coming in next week. Idk maybe I'll start updating my Pillowfort again lmaooooo).
(I also have Discord if anyone wants it, feel free to DM me for it)
Ooookay so having seen a bunch of people banned today over their NSFW (censored) art, and the fact my blog got mass reported last week, I'm just highlighting where I am in other corners of the internet for my NSFW art and fics in case I also manage to eat a ban:
[My Bluesky] / [My AO3]
(Though Bsky seems to also be turning into the shitter rn with their new rules coming in next week. Idk maybe I'll start updating my Pillowfort again lmaooooo).
(I also have Discord if anyone wants it, feel free to DM me for it)
Thinking about Ifrit who has never had anyone under him before. How he's always too willing to please, always being too happy to receive to think of his own want. Though deep down he's always been curious.
Thinking about Alpha who lets Ifrit have him for a night, coaxes him into something rough and needy and a little punishing, wanting to give that control up to see how Ifrit cracks.
Thinking about Alpha who wonders why the fuck he never let Ifrit do this before because now he's the one cracking. Ifrit doesn't have Alpha's length, but the thickness instead, and that warm, almost burning stretch splitting him open makes him keen in ways he didn't think he ever could; back bowing, fingertips bruising Ifrit's biceps as he growls for him to give it harder, faster, don't you dare fucking stop.
Thinking about Ifrit who didn't know he was capable of knotting. Didn't know what it even felt like, only that every slick, brutal thrust into Alpha is feeling better by the second. Doesn't click what the pressure growing at the base of his cock means, the way Alphaâs walls seem to cling tighter and tighter around him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. Until he looks down to see the swell.
Thinking about Alpha who feels the pressure, and then the faltering rhythm, the way it stutters in the response to his own body clenching hard. The way he sees the hesitation in his mate's face before pulling Ifrit back down by his nape, foreheads pressing, slicked with sweat, and a rough gravel to his voice with a do it baby, pop your knot for me.
