Mekha felt like his head had been dipped into a cloud, light and airy and obscuring any clarity he may have had left. He panted heavily, his naked chest expanding with the deep breaths he inhaled, gulping the air like water after having cum in Hunter's lap. He could still feel the sting of the man's teeth against his sensitive nipples, the peaks hard from the Alpha's mouth working on them, and the bottom of his chin tingled from the lingering sensation of Hunter's lips kissing the skin there gently. If Mekha was coherent, he may have wondered why - it seemed so out of place. Hunter was acting like the kind of Alpha Mekha thought he would be, back when he had called himself a fan. It was different from the person he had come to know, which was confusing. But, in the haze of his head, the Omega within only focussed on the positives of their interaction right now. As far as he was aware, Mekha had a strong, virile Alpha who was willing to help him through his heat, and that's what was important right now.
The car was filled with the sweet pheromones of an Omega, with Mekha's own unique honey scent oozing out of him in waves. It seemed to be affecting Hunter, who looked at him with dark and lust-filled eyes. The Alpha had helped Mekha reach his climax, letting him grind down in his lap and adjusting his ass so that it was in line with his cock beneath. The tease of it, of the promise of how Hunter could make him feel good through his heat, as well as his own hand sliding up and down his slick cock had overwhelmed Mekha into cumming between their bodies, soaking Hunter's shirt with his sweetness. His body felt simultaneously heavy and light - light from the release, but heavy because this was only the start of his three-day cycle.
“You taste really sweet.”
Mekha inhaled sharply when Hunter's hand touched his wet cock, still semi-hard and over-sensitive from just having spilled. He shuddered, watching as the Alpha tasted the slick, licking it clean off of his fingers before doing the same with Mekha's hand, his rough tongue running over the soft pads that were coated with his own seed. Mekha choked back a moan, watching Hunter sucked on his fingers until they glistened with saliva. Dangerous images of those fingers being replaced by Mekha's cock started flooding into the Omega's mind, and he knew he had to leave and get home.
When Mekha spoke, his voice croaking and oozing with desire, he had intended to tell Hunter to send him home now. Instead, he addressed the man as Alpha, moaning it loudly in the private space of the car. He hadn't meant to - he never would, if he wasn't on heat and his brain wasn't so muddled with arousal. The worst part was when Hunter responded to him by calling him "Kitten." The word curled so perfectly around his tongue, almost causing Mekha to purr from the attention and sweetness of the nickname. He couldn't ask for anything from the Alpha other than for more of what he had just experienced, the thought of going home only present in the recesses of his mind instead of at the forefront. Like this, in such a vulnerable state where nothing made sense to the typically logical Omega, anywhere his Alpha took him would be home.
No, no that was wrong. Why did Mekha think that way? He didn't really, surely not - it was just the heat. Hunter was an Alpha in front of him, simple as that. He was not his, no matter how much the Omega within him was referring to him as such.
“Okay, kitten… Whatever you want. Are you ready to come home now?”
Mekha's head automatically tilted to welcome Hunter's kiss against his chin, exhaling shakily and shuddering again from the nickname. "A-alpha," Mekha repeated. "T-take me home?"
“We’ve been home. Do you want Alpha to take you inside?”
"Y-yes Alpha," Mekha breathed, not even realising that they were still outside Hunter's private mansion and not his own condo. He was too far gone to realise that even though he was agreeing with what Hunter was asking, he wasn't making the choice of his own volition - that his heat and his nature was doing the talking for him, forcing him to think with his desires and emotions rather than his brain.
Mekha was already shirtless, but Hunter helped him take off the remainder of his clothes, leaving them on the floor of the car. That included his phone, still nestled in the back pocket of his jeans, leaving him naked and isolated from the rest of the world. The Omega whined, not wanting to exit the vehicle unclothed, but Hunter encouraged him to do so with a wicked grin on his face.
“Don’t worry, it’s just us here. No one will see you. I can fuck you out here in the open and no one will bother us.”
Mekha still whimpered, covering his chest and his lower regions with his hands, uncomfortable being so out in the open naked like this during his most vulnerable time of the month. The air was warm and his body was hot, but he felt a chill course through him, the fever of his heat beginning to spike again. He watched as Hunter also stripped, removing his sling and his wet shirt, commenting on how Mekha had made a mess of it. Then the Alpha grabbed his ass, causing the Omega to jerk up from the unexpected squeeze of his soft cheeks.
Hunter led them to the house, with the Omega naturally curling up at his side, still trying to hide his body despite the Alpha assuring him that there were no other eyes on them. It was private, just as Hunter said - there was nobody else in the home or outside, which settled the Omega enough to let some of his guard down. The hand on his ass remained, with fingers squeezing the flesh stirring Mekha's semi-hard cock back to life in addition to the way Hunter kept calling him kitten. It steadily filled, bobbing lightly as they walked all through the property, until they reached where Hunter's room and bathroom was. The man's scent was there, lingering from the sheets in the bed and the clothes in the closet, with one word crossing through Mekha's mind - fresh. Hunter had a subdued scent, but it was so nice, as if rejuvenating Mekha from the inside out and making him want more of it.
No sooner as they were inside Hunter's master bathroom, Mekha was pressed against the wall and gasping as the Alpha began to attack his throat. Hunter had promised to put his marks over Mekha earlier, when Mekha was jerking himself off in the car, and was making true on those words right now, nipping at the Omega's skin. Mekha responded, baring his neck for the other to lick and bite as he pleased, while he desperately clung to the man's body. The Alpha played with his balls too, making Mekha's toes curl against the cool tile, his hips automatically pushing forward for more of that heated touch.
"A-alpha," Mekha groaned when Hunter told him he smelled good, his voice echoing in the bathroom. He was hard again - it didn't take long for that to happen when he was on heat - and he whined when the man pulled away, almost wanting to chase him for more of his touch.
Mekha's legs were shaky as he nodded, guiding himself on the wall to keep upright as he made his way to the large shower. It would fit the two of them inside easily, and was filled with mild-scented products that wouldn't overwhelm the Omega's senses. A flutter of excitement crossed Mekha, as he realised that if they were in the shower, maybe some of Hunter's blocker would wear off. Then he'd be able to get a hit of the man's true and full scent...
Twisting the tap, Mekha didn't need to wait long until the stream of water started to warm. He stepped underneath, instantly closing his eyes and moaning at how good it felt to have the water cascading down his body. He kept it temperate, not too hot because he was already burning up, but warm enough so that it was pleasant against his skin, which was extra responsive to sensation at the moment. Absent-mindedly, he began to rub at his cock with his hand, intending to clean it off from the cum that coated it but finding that it felt too good not to stop touching...
Sliding his eyes open, Mekha looked towards where Hunter was stripping. His body was as sculpted as he had seen it online, years of athletics and training for his profession keeping him toned and muscular - but Mekha's mouth fell when he caught sight of the man's cock between his legs. It was... it was huge. Long, thick, girthy, with a prominent vein running down to the base, and large balls hanging beneath. He was too far into his heat to feel mortified when his hole automatically twitched and clenched behind him, with more of his sweet-scented slick now beginning to run down his legs, mixing with the water raining down from the shower head.
"A-alpha so big..." Mekha accidentally commented, his filter no longer in existence at this point. Embarrassed - and realising that he was staring for far too long at Hunter's member while squeezing his own cock tightly at the sight - the Omega smacked a hand over his mouth and looked away, his flushed face deepening in colour.
