Snowcrow 🎧 NSFW audio~ well, I don’t know what are they doing, you need to use your imagination 😳 this one is so hard to put together, not many conversations, just… sounds like they are having fun together 🤪
when i caught fussy kitty the first time, and the dialogue said he was holding it tightly
i realize because it is a kitty, i'm like 😭 ' noooo let zayne have it~~ '
HEADPHONES WARNING!! 🔞
Here is my 3rd NSFW Li x Li audio! I was fighting for my life to fix the background visuals, but gave up cause...well, ain't no one here for the visuals anyway. AppleSnow fans rejoice...or weep, idk.
Disclaimer: NO AI WAS USED! This right here is homebrewed fan content. I wanted the childhood friends/rivals to kiss, so I found a way to make it happen vwv This one might be my fave so far
Warnings: CNC (consensual non-consent), CBT, cock rings, polylads if you squint really hard (you'll figure it out at the end)
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The room is loud, Sylus simply sitting back in his chair at the head of the table as he watches the chaos unfold with apathy. Disgusting men with disgusting ideals, all arguing over which of them is the worst. A pointless conversation. They ought to know by now.
Amidst the nattering, Sylus gives Luke a nod that goes unnoticed, and the door opens. What they see causes all of them to stop in their tracks.
A man, naked, wrists bound, and eyes covered with a blindfold. His hands cup his manhood in an attempt to provide himself with some form of dignity. That attempt is somewhat undercut by the thick leather collar around his throat, and the way his shoulders hunch closed.
The simple explanation for this is that he's found himself being forced to deal with a group of individuals who, had they held less power and influence, he would have had them all killed. As it is, the particular services they provide to the N109 zone are too valuable to simply erase overnight. No, it's easier to keep them under his thumb and allow them to operate within the confines of his jurisdiction.
The problem? These men know they are needed, and thus fairly impervious to the wrath of Onichynus. It makes them cocky, and demanding of him.
What Sylus needs to do with them is instill these cruel, vile men with fear. There is no other way to keep them docile, and it's only a matter of time before they begin to try and uproot his leadership. Really, by scaring them shitless, he's doing them both a favor, when the alternative for them is death, and for him is an inconvenience.
Their expressions range from curiosity, to disgust, to concern, to fear as they look between the always calm Sylus Qin and the captive in the doorway.
“Please, continue. I don't mean to interrupt your… riveting discussion.” Sylus says, almost like he's bored, and snaps his fingers.
The man in the doorway moves upon hearing the sound, dropping to his knees and crawling into the room, feeling around for the leg of the long conference table.
“Sylus,” one calls, the most foolish of the lot, “what is the meaning of this?” He watches with thinly veiled disgust as the man below him feels with blind fingers and finds the toe of his shoe. On instinct, seemingly, he pulls his foot away.
“Do you know who this is?” Sylus raises a brow, and rests a finger against his temple. Taps a few times.
The men around the table look at one another briefly, but no one seems to have an answer.
Beneath them, the nude captive begins to kiss the tips of their shoes, in some perverse display of submission.
He wouldn't expect them to recognize him either, when his most prominent feature is covered. Those pretty hazel eyes. None of them has any reason to be able to recognize that pale skin or feather-soft dark hair.
Sylus allows the silence to hold for another long moment, the only sound in the room the clumsy shuffling under the table, and lips meeting polished leather. It gradually grows closer to Sylus’ chair as he eyes them with expectation, and then sits back with a disappointed sigh.
“This is Doctor Zayne Li. World renowned cardiac surgeon and the genius behind evol technology advancements in medicine. Arguably the reason half of you are still alive today. Someone also highly sought after by our friends at Xander Sciences, an affiliate of EVER.”
The looks of horror he receives makes it all worth it.
Almost as if on cue, that's the moment Zayne finally makes his way to his rightful place at Sylus' feet, giving him the same soft kisses to the tip of his shoe, but instead of moving on, he simply stays there, head pressed to the ground right in front of him.
The doctor knows better than to disobey. He knows exactly what's expected of him in this meeting.
“This, gentlemen,” Sylus' voice drops deeper, more threatening as he grabs the soft hair on Zayne's head and uses the leverage to yank him up. To show them his face, covered by the fabric tied around his eyes, “is what happens when I decide I want something.”
Quiet outrage fills the room until one brave soul has the courage to speak up.
“Then what do you want from us?!”
Sylus doesn't reward him with an answer, or even a look. He keeps his eyes on his pretty toy, guiding Zayne to rest on his thigh. He notices that despite the cock ring designed to control Zayne's pleasure, he is growing plump between those milky white legs. Pervert. Who would have thought?
The better image is the way his perfect cupids bow trembles when Sylus drags a thumb across his lips.
“At the moment?” Sylus asks, entirely disinterested, “To be quiet.” He snaps, and so close to Zayne's ear it makes the man flinch. But he knows what is expected of him, and settles himself more comfortably between Sylus' legs, bound hands resting over the belt of his slacks. Waiting for further command.
Such a good boy he's turned out to be, despite his obvious fear. So docile. All of their training was very much worth it.
“And to listen to me.” Two taps to his thigh, and Zayne understands exactly what's being asked of him.
As those precise fingers work at his belt, and to tug his cock free, Sylus once more rests his head on a hand and eyes the room.
Their clear discomfort is delicious. It's exactly what they deserve, for all that they've done to society. Let them squirm.
Once Doctor Li has his cock free, he sucks it into his mouth, and it feels divine to rest on that warm, wet tongue. He swallows around it, and Sylus has to hold back an indulgent sigh. Doctor Li does nothing else, for now, holding it in his throat and sitting perfectly still, though the scratchy carpet can't be comfortable on his knees. Like a very good boy, he doesn't even shift in discomfort.
“So as it turns out, this is what it takes to get you all to shut up.” Sylus says with disdain, his free hand idly coming to rest on the back of Doctor Li’s head. For now, he just leaves it there. A silent command to stay put.
“I need you all to understand one thing. The only reason you aren't in the same position as Doctor Li here is because I have allowed it. You do not dictate what passes through my borders, and if you think you're capable of avoiding my eyes, you are mistaken.”
Sylus tilts his head and narrows his eyes. The desires of this man in particular disgust him. Women who are too young, those weak enough to be unable to fight back. He would have half a mind to put him in the same position as Doctor Li, were he not so repulsive. Better to hide this trash away from society. Lock him up somewhere dark and dank.
The same man as before, angry, with dark hair falling into bright eyes speaks up, “Why do you care if we sell drugs in the city? It's a good market, and the people there are going to find them if they want to anyway. You're just trying to suffocate good business, Sylus. What, are we a threat to your monopoly on the zone?”
“A threat?” Sylus gives him an empty laugh, “Don't flatter yourself. You are an annoyance, and your sloppy methods have the police hot on your trail. The only reason you haven't been caught yet is due to my own intervention. I think I deserve a thank you, don't you?”
Crimson eyes flick down and he yanks Doctor Li’s mouth off of his now half hard cock. “Isn't that what good boys say, Doctor?” He asks, as the man sucks in a breath and clenches his teeth.
His hands ball into fists on his lap, once more protectively cupping his own arousal, as if frightened it might be in danger. Smart man.
“Thank you, Sylus.” He says through gritted teeth. Insolent. The good doctor was told of the consequences of disobedience in this meeting. Sylus easily gets the toe of his shoe to press down on Doctor Li’s perky balls, enough to be painful.
He gets a pretty gasp of pain for it.
Not more than a moment later, that mouth is pulled right back onto his cock, but this time, Sylus begins to lead him up and down on it. Slow movements, letting him almost all the way off before pushing deep into his throat and holding there as he pleases. The choking that comes from his lap only makes it better.
“What do you want us to do then?” Another voice asks, and Sylus is pleased to see that the man has a difficult time removing his gaze from the sight of Doctor Li being used like a fleshlight right in front of him. “And what the hell do you think you're going to do with a kidnapped doctor? The authorities will come looking for him too, Sylus.”
That gets a smirk from Sylus, the first one of the evening, and he presses down hard on Doctor Li’s head. His gagging quickly fills the space, but with his hands bound, there isn't much leverage for him to try and get away. Save, that is, if he attempted to bite down on Sylus' cock. But he's not so foolish as to attempt a stunt such as that.
“You think I kidnapped him?” Sylus asks, while he relishes in the sensation of a hot throat constricting around his length. “Whatever gave you that impression? The good doctor is exactly where he wants to be, aren't you?” With his mouth so full, there isn't any way Doctor Li is capable of answering him, so all he gets in response is a rather pathetic whine.
That could also have something to do with the fact that Sylus’ shoe is still pressed between his legs, though it doesn't exactly seem to be pain the doctor is fearing, as his own cock sits heavy and hard between his legs, dressed up prettily in a thick metal cock ring wrapped around his shaft and balls. Poor thing won't be able to get any relief while it's still holding his pleasure hostage.
Those gathered around are all shifting in their seats, leather creaking beneath pressed slacks, and fingers tapping on the table.
“No one is going to come for the doctor. And you lot,” Sylus' eyes spare a moment for each of them, filled with disdain, “are going to take all of your business through me. Nothing enters or leaves without my signature. I have been lenient. I will not be any longer. The next smuggler crossing the border will be dealt with, and I will not be kind.”
He's getting close. There is something about the absolute power trip this is, and he thinks he ought to thank the doctor for coming up with the idea. It's a heady pleasure, with such a brilliant, powerful man on his knees, entirely debased for him, and with his lessers seeing the things Doctor Li is willing to do for him.
The things he is allowing to be done to him. All for Sylus' gratification.
“Hold still.” He groans, down to the head of black hair between his knees, and with a grunt, starts to guide the doctor's head faster on his cock. To his credit, this time he is entirely obedient.
It doesn't take long for Sylus to come down his throat with nothing more than a pleased sigh. The much louder sound is that of Doctor Li coughing and retching once he's let go, choking on the cum shot down his throat.
That's a pretty sight too. Lips shiny with spit and spend, hunched over, and yet not moving away. He even uses Sylus' knee to lean on as he catches his breath.
With the way Zayne has twisted away, though, and his bound hands preoccupied with covering his mouth through his fit, the rest of the men in the room can quite easily see that not only is Doctor Li hard, but he is leaking. A bead of precum oozing from the head of his reddening cock. They can see the thick ring that keeps him hard and aching.
How long has it been, now? He probably ought to let the poor thing out soon, but a Zayne who is so painfully aroused is much easier to keep under control. It clouds his thinking.
Sylus starts to fiddle with his cock, poking around at it with his shoe as if for nothing more than his own amusement. Which it is, to be clear. Once or twice he steps down on it, crushing it beneath his shoe just to hear that cute sound he makes when it hurts just a bit too much.
“Don't forget what I'm capable of when I put my mind to it. Isn't that right, doctor?” Sylus asks, and yanks his head up and turns him just as he steps down harder than before onto Zayne's cock, giving the room a good look at his pretty expression when he cries out.
If only they could see his face without the blindfold. Sylus knows from experience how much better he looks when you can see the pathetic expression in his eyes.
“You can speak, pet. Tell them.” He pulls harder on Zayne's hair. His reward is another delicious whimper.
“Yes, whatever you want.” He gasps.
“And if I decide something is mine… there's not a thing they can do to stop me, is there?”
“No sir.”
“Good boy. Now be quiet and maybe I'll let you come once our guests leave.”
He lets Zayne go, and relieves the pressure on his delicate bits, though his cock by now is rather red and leaking, painfully trapped at this point. It's cute, even cuter because at this angle, looking down on him, it appears rather small. It isn't, but Sylus can pretend if he likes.
Zayne cries out again, softer this time, when Sylus presses down on it just for fun, and all around the room there are flinches in sympathy. It's not hard to read the thoughts of those around him, Sylus already knows they're all wondering the same thing.
Just what did he do to get a man like Zayne Li so thoroughly under his boot? Quite literally, in this case. Because if Sylus is telling the truth, and this man truly hasn't been kidnapped, how could he have possibly coerced him to do such a thing as this? What information must Sylus have on him?
He knows that's what they're all wondering, and truthfully, he's counting on it.
“Now, you are boring me, and unless you'd like to join the good doctor here, I suggest you get out and reconsider how far you're willing to go for pride.” Really, Sylus barely gives them a glance before making it obvious that he has no more patience for their presence, and the message is taken almost immediately.
Zayne sits perfectly still, possibly not even breathing as he hears the sound of chairs moving back, and several footsteps making their way to the door.
Sylus finds it endlessly amusing that although he's the one sitting in this conference room with his cock out, he's the one entirely in control. He waits until he gets a nod from Kieran, indicating that they're all well on their way out of the building before he does anything else. Patiently, his perfect Zayne waits at his feet, quiet as a mouse.
Only once they're entirely alone does he give his pet a reprieve.
First, he reaches down and behind Zayne's head to undo the blindfold. As it slips to the floor, those pretty hazel eyes blink to readjust to the light, and find their way to Sylus.
He still looks soft around the edges. Vulnerable, and not quite in the right state of mind. As Sylus pulls him up and into his lap, Zayne is docile and obedient. Shivering a bit, from the cold of the room. His eyes sharpen as he watches Sylus untie the rope around his wrists and take them in hand, rubbing them gently.
“You did wonderfully, sweetheart. How do you feel?” Sylus asks, cupping his face in both hands and running a hand through his soft hair. Zayne sighs and leans into Sylus' shoulder.
“Take it off, please.” He asks, quiet, and Sylus knows that shiver isn't from the chill of the room.
“Ah, ah, ah, answer me first. Then you can have whatever you like.”
He can feel the way Zayne's lips turn into a pout as he shifts in Sylus' lap, uncomfortable.
“I feel fine. We can talk about it later.”
“Hmm… needy kitten.” Sylus hums, and flips the latch on the cock ring that's been suffocating him for the better part of an hour, and Zayne moans at the feeling of blood finally being able to rush down to his cock.
Normally, he'd take great pleasure in forcing Zayne to ask for what he wants, make him beg to come, but he's been so well behaved tonight that Sylus decides to spare him from further embarrassment. Instead, he wraps a careful hand around that pretty cock and starts to pump it with quick strokes around the head.
Poor Zayne is so sensitive by now that the stimulation has him panting and whimpering into Sylus' throat in no time.
And yet, he can tell that his good doctor is holding back.
“You don't have to wait for permission this time, kitten. Go on.” Sylus murmurs into his hair, and presses a kiss to the top of his head as Zayne twists and cries sharply once.
His body tenses and then the shivering starts all over again as he spills into Sylus' hand and lap, come dripping down onto his own soft cock. Zayne is always so beautiful when he comes, and the noises he makes are exquisite. It almost makes him want to never do anything like this again. Just for the sole reason that no one should get to see him like this.
Sylus holds him through his orgasm, until Zayne catches his breath, and holds him tight with both arms.
There's a silence for a long while as Sylus allows him the time he needs to come back to himself.
“You're not scared?”
Zayne's own arms slowly reach around him as well, “Of what?”
“You could be a target now.”
A tired chuckle sounds below his chin. “I thought I was under your protection.” Zayne says.
That makes something red hot and fierce burn in Sylus' chest, and he almost purrs when he answers, “That's right. You are.” They bask in their joined warmth for a moment, before Sylus speaks again, “You know what else you are?”
“Hmm?” Zayne sounds tired. While it may be morning for Sylus, it is high time he makes sure his doctor gets to bed.
“A pervert.” Sylus can't hide the teasing lilt in his voice, and Zayne huffs another small laugh.
“You're the one who made me this way.”
“I only coaxed it out of you, kitten.”
“Perhaps.” Zayne hums, unwilling to admit what they both know is the truth.
“Maybe next time we'll try something a little more intense, hmm? You should've seen the look on Caleb's face. He had all sorts of ideas that whole time.”
Zayne snorts, “I'm sure he does. He's always had a vivid imagination.”
“Come on, kitten, I'm sure everyone is waiting to see how you're doing.” Sylus tries to pick him up, but Zayne doesn't let him, using his weight to keep Sylus sitting right where he is.
“Later… let's just stay like this for a little longer.”
And how can Sylus resist, when Zayne is cuddling up to him so adorably?
Tags: LI × LI, All × Zayne, situationships, aftercare, (the other LIs kiss too, but the focus is mainly on Zayne), confession (kind of)
(Please refer to the actual fic for the spicier tags.)
Summary: The four men keep crashing at Zayne's house more often than their own. They kiss and spend passionate nights together but Zayne still insists on calling them his "acquaintances' or 'friends." One morning, he finds himself stuck between them.
I was very confused as to why Sylus is now calling MC ‘Dragon Li’ and was on the assumption that this had something to do with Zayne because his Chinese name is Li Shen
But no
Just typical fancy Sylus behavior
But anyway snowcrow headcanon that Sylus teases Zayne about this…a lot
life is so unfair sometimes. how does the universe have so many things like atoms and particles and dna and ugly ass sea creatures and stupid random ass rocks that float in space in one of the bajillion quatrillion galaxies with the potential of holding multiple universes and yet zayne doesnt exist like fuck you what the fuck why am i here if i can stick my tongue in zayne's hole and lick it clean like a yogurt cup life is meaningless and i would rather jump off a plane wearing nothing but a thong than to live this life. so unfair.
sorry i get depressed when i frustratingly horny. goodbye
I was thinking about how it's kinda fanon at this point that the other LIs would like Zayne, platonically or otherwise (take this however you want, they're friends, dating, MC is around, no MC, whatever), and how much they would stress him out.
Sylus
Like him and Sylus would probably get along great (I'm a very bias snowcrow shipper though lol) Sylus loves Zayne's dry humor and sarcasm, probably going to great lengths to get a rise outta him. They both have stupid sleep schedules , Sylus cuz he's basically nocturnal and Zayne cuz of work and insomnia.
Zayne on the other hand would already be so stressed about Sylus' weird ass heart rate, then throw in the criminal side of things and Zayne's worrying about his buddy (boyfriend?) more then he wants to. Sylus at least has somewhat of a sleep schedule, unlike a couple of the other guys, and eats fairly decent when he's home.
Rafayel
Rafayel loves how steady and trustworthy Zayne is, knows he can call anytime and Zayne will be there. He'll get a lecture and probably chewed out depending on the time of day and if he called with a stupid reason or not but Zayne is still answering the call. They draw together, Zayne helping Rafayel with anatomy and Rafayel teaching Zayne how to draw a little more abstract concepts.
Fishie makes Zayne's eye twitch. He forgets to eat, drink, sleep. He doesn't mind how clingy Raf is and will give the reassurance fishie needs, insecure attachment meet avoidant attachment.
Xavier
They totally bond over science and the night sky. Zayne shares pictures and videos of the auroras in the Arctic, while Xavier shows him the stars he's named through his telescope.
Zayne's pretty concerned over how much Xavi sleeps and how much he pushes himself while fighting wanderers. Plus his diet consists of mostly hot pot, take out, and instant noodles. The poor doctor is trying to figure out how to stage an intervention in the name of Xavier's health by the second week of meeting him.
Caleb
They're childhood friends. They're both nerds. They've known each other so long they probably fight like siblings.
After the explosion Caleb's living a nightmare. His mental health has got to be absolute shit, he's working for the Fleet being sent on missions that could kill him all the time, and he's still being experimented on to protect MC. Zayne is going to go nuclear. He'd probably start by just being there for Caleb as much as he can, taking over as his primary care physician if possible. But let's be honest, he's grabbing Sylus by the back of the collar like, we're going to Skyhaven there's things I need you to deal with for me, and taking out Ever, anyone who ever hurt Caleb, and possibly the Fleet too.
Look I just need Infold to let the guys meet and be chill with each other. I've got a whole little blurb I'm working on about this but I've already rambled far too much on this.
Jason: how ya likin’ that comic, kiddo?
Damian: I do not understand.
Jason: what? It’s just a spider-man comic. What’s not to understand?
Damian: why is Parker pursuing this red-haired woman, who does not seem to enjoy his company further than any other, rather than his friend, Osborn? Osborn has given multiple hints that he would prefer their relationship to go beyond platonic
Jason:
Jason: *glances over at Jon, who is reading a Daredevil comic on the other bed*
Damian: should he not pursue Osborn, considering he is already aware that their relationship can withstand hardship? Friendship is a sturdy baseline for which romance can be built soon. And besides, Mary Jane is an un-compelling idiot with mediocre looks.
Jason:
Jason: this explains so much
Warnings: ABO. Omega Zayne, Alpha reader. reader has a dick)
Other: Fluff, angst, nsfw, MDNI
Length: 15k
Also yes, this is crossposted on ao3
Ever since Zayne came back into my life, I began to quickly associate him as one of the most calming, comfortable presences around me. He is quiet, yes, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. He’s always been quiet, ever since I could remember. It just means that when he does speak, you can be sure his words have weight. Nothing with him is ever without reason, and if you ask, he will give you one, even if it is a little sarcastic or teasing. He’s never been threatened or frightened of me, as some betas and omegas are prone to be of an alpha, especially one who’s a woman, and there’s never the threat of any kind of hormonal aggression between us, like I’ve seen with other alphas.
And his scent is so pleasant. It’s always mild, never overpowering, and often I find I can hardly smell anything from him other than hospital antiseptic and the sharp aroma of hand sanitizer. I’m almost certain that he must use scent blockers most days, likely to ensure his patients stay calm around him, and his natural scent doesn’t trigger any unwanted emotions. Still… Even on his days off, when we take occasional outings together, I’ve never even gotten more than a whiff. Not that I’d expect his scent to be very strong, he is a beta after all, but it smells of something sweet and refreshing, like the pastries he enjoys so much. Sometimes, if I try really hard, I imagine I can get something almost floral wafting from him.
Right now though, I can’t get anything from him. The air is too thick with the strong smell of deep fried sweets and cinnamon sugar.
“Yes!” I crow, knocking over the last glass bottle on the pyramid, throwing my hands in the air and spinning to face Zayne triumphantly. He’s licking at a pistachio ice cream cone and looks almost ethereal in the flashing orange lights of the booth we’re in front of. The green and blue lights of the kiddie spaceship ride behind him bathes his hair in a halo of color, and his simple white sweater changes hues with the spinning of the ride. For a moment I am speechless, my expression of delight melting into something a little softer.
“Well done, number one hunter in Linkon City.” He praises me with a soft smile, and takes a few steps closer when I reach out for his hand, turning to the prizes available.
“Which one should we get?” I ask him, leaning into his shoulder and almost whispering. He tilts his head down towards mine and he matches my tone, both of us looking at each other for a moment. His eyes are sparkling with mirth and the reflection of the lights all around us. The wind blows his long bangs slightly out of his face. I have to look away first, back towards the huge collection of plushies in the booth.
“Hmm…” Zayne hums softly, and I can tell that he hasn’t turned his head, instead listing a little closer to me, and holds out his ice cream cone for me to have a taste, which I accept happily. Nutty, sweet, and mild. Of course he would have such a knack for finding the best treats at a place full of them. “It’s your prize. You should choose.”
The worker in front of us waits patiently as I consider my options.
“Well, I think the person who’s going to be carrying it around for me all night should at least have a say.” I counter, and he chuckles softly, taking back his ice cream cone for another lick. Sue me if I get distracted for a second to watch his tongue poke out and lave across the cream. It makes me think about… Other things. Things that we haven’t actually done yet. It’s a good thing it’s dark, because hopefully the blush that spreads across my cheeks should be harder to see.
“Oh? Have I become a pack mule in addition to an ice maker and your own personal AC unit?”
“You’re like a swiss army knife. Many useful applications.” I nod, bumping his shoulder a little, and then point up high in the booth, near the corner. “I’ll take that one.” I announce, and I see Zayne’s smile grow a little more at the choice, shaking his head minutely at me.
A few minutes later, we’re walking off towards the ferris wheel. Zayne takes the last bite of his ice cream cone and immediately begins looking around for another sweet treat, shifting his grip on the massive seal plushie in his arms.
“Churros…” He mumbles under his breath, looking towards a small stall ahead of us. I’m not sure he intended for me to hear it, but I laugh anyway, nudging him and looking up. He glances down towards me and then back away again, trying to seem less interested in the stall, but I can see his eyes flicking back towards it.
“You want one? I think they’ll let you take them on the ferris wheel.” It’ll be a nice relaxing end to the evening. We’ve already been here for a few hours, and we’re both starting to wind down. Likewise, the sounds around us are growing quieter, the chattering of the crowds being overtaken by the music and dings of the games and rides scattered about.
Zayne hums, considering, and then looks towards another stall closeby, one that sells all manner of lemonade flavors. “Well if we’re going to get churros we should get a drink first too.” He decides, stating it like it’s a logical conclusion. I nod, wrapping my arm around his waist and guiding us towards the churro booth first.
“Excellent point, Dr. Li.” I state seriously, leaving him to order the churros while I head over to the lemonade stand, knowing I’m going to need a minute to decide on what flavor I want. There’s dozens of them. While I’m still perusing the menu, a short minute later Zayne seems to appear behind me, making me jump a little as his voice sounds in my ear.
“Which one do you want?”
I grab my chest and huff, turning back to him with a short glare that I can’t hold for long. Not when he’s looking at me with such a soft, cute little expression. His lips quirk into a smirk at my reaction. “Did I scare you?” He tilts his head.
“No,” I refute him, and stick out my tongue. Zayne just leans in and presses a small kiss to my forehead, his voice gentle.
“My apologies.”
A blush spreads across my cheeks again, and I turn back towards the menu before stepping up to the counter to order. Once we’re prepared with our churros and two lemonades, mine lavender flavored, while Zayne decided on peach, we head over to the ferris wheel. A romantic end to an evening I won’t soon forget. I’ve already made him pose for several pictures over the course of the evening, and snapped a few that he doesn’t know I have.
The line isn’t long, and in just a few minutes we’re being seated. Zayne sets the plushie seal next to me, which I immediately chose to name Wilson (“He just looks like a Wilson, right?” Zayne nods, “Quite so. It suits him.”), and then takes a seat on my other side, handing me one of the churros. We both start to munch on them as the operator closes the small door behind us, and I lean my head against his shoulder. In return, he rests his cheek on my head, holding his lemonade between his legs to place a large hand over my knee. His thumb rubs small circles, and I sigh, feeling so content. It’s almost like my chest is tight. Gods, I love him.
I take another bite of my churro, watching the cinnamon sugar flake and fall onto the dark fabric of my pants. Zayne notices and decides to wipe it off for me, while I place my own lemonade between my thighs and place my hand over his own, twining our fingers together.
“This was nice.” I murmur softly, nuzzling closer into his shoulder.
“I’m glad you had fun.” Is his simple answer, and he squeezes my hand.
The ferris wheel starts to move, carrying us higher into the air, where it’s easier to see the colorful lights of the carnival below, and the skyline of Linkon in the distance. It’s beautiful. I find myself trying to memorize this exact moment, trying to carve it a special place in my heart, never to be forgotten. If I could, I think I’d be content to stay here for an eternity. For a moment we both just enjoy the cooler wind up high and the warmth of our treats. As I finish my churro, a small shiver goes through me, and I reach for Wilson the seal, pulling him into my lap and holding him tight, grateful for the small bit of additional heat. I don’t notice the way Zayne’s eyes follow the movement of my arm up and down while I squeeze him.
“Zayne?” I ask, feeling a deep affection well up in my chest.
“Hm?” He’s working on chewing the last bite of his churro while I try to force what I want to say out of my throat.
“I love you.”
I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath falter for a second, and worry that I’ve said it wrong. My hand starts to try and unwind from his own, but he squeezes my fingers, not allowing me to retreat. He turns his head, his nose in my hair, and lets out a shaky exhale.
“And I you. More than you know.”
My throat feels tight. I swallow and sit up to look at him, our eyes meeting in a moment of vulnerability. The kind that feels like you’re seeing directly into someone's very soul. Both of us lean in for a kiss at the same time, chaste and soft, and yet different than the kisses we’ve shared before. It’s like we’re trying to pour a thousand said and unsaid things into it, because I know for me… I’m not even sure there are words to describe how happy this man makes me. We both taste like cinnamon sugar, and the sweetness of his lips makes it all the better.
When we part, Zayne sighs and leans his forehead against my own, his eyes still closed, stroking his thumb up and down the back of my hand. I take a moment to admire him again, the planes of his nose and jaw, his eyelashes against his cheeks, and a gentle expression that I’ve only recently become familiar with. My eyes drop down to his lips again, still a bit parted, and I giggle.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, his eyes cracking open to study me, and I shift Wilson the seal to be held between my legs, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
“There’s cinnamon…” I start, and he leans back, huffing, and trying to reach up to wipe it off, but before he can, I dart back into his space and lick the crumbs off the corner of his lips, giving him a triumphant look as he shakes his head, chuckling. It’s dark, but I think his ears are starting to turn a little pink.
“You…” He narrows his eyes, and for a second I think I might have to prepare myself for battle, but instead he just takes the back of my neck in his hand and pulls me in for another kiss, more passionate this time. Then another, and another, which I return gladly, humming into his mouth. His tongue licks at my bottom lip, and the wet smacking of our mouths together soon grows louder in the quiet of the night air. If the cabin of the ride hadn’t started moving again just a few minutes later, I wonder how far we would have ended up going.
After we get off the ride, it’s clear that the crowd is beginning to thin, and besides, it’s nearly 10pm and I know Zayne has work in the morning. We find a trash can for our empty cups and wrappers. As we walk back to the car, I hug Wilson to my chest and rub my face against the seal's soft fur, my free hand threaded with Zayne’s.
“Do you want me to drive?” I ask him, looking over, and the way the light falls on his face makes it easier to see the subtle bags under his eyes. I lean a little closer and bump his shoulder, causing him to look over at me, and he shakes his head.
“I’ll drive. I’m not that tired.” The slight drooping of his eyelids and the way his voice sounds a little more hoarse betrays him though. Maybe he hadn’t realized how tired he actually was before it became obvious that the evening was drawing to a close. “Make sure you buckle up Wilson in the backseat.” He adds as he clicks the unlock button on his car keys, and I laugh, getting a little smile out of him as I toss the seal into the car and indeed buckle him in, patting his little head to make sure he’s safe and sound.
The two of us load up in the front seats, and the drive is peaceful and quiet, with only a few words exchanged. Once we pull up to my apartment, I lean over the center console of the car and press a quick kiss to his lips.
“Text me when you get home.” I tell him, and he nods, promising me that he will with that adorable little smile of his.
Once I get upstairs and into bed, I end up hugging my pillow and just screaming, unable to handle the horribly giddy feeling in my heart. Before I’m able to drift off to sleep though, I receive his promised goodnight text.
“I’ll see you again for your appointment on Wednesday. Sleep well, my love.”
I read it over several times and have to hide into my pillow again before I feel calm enough to respond.
“See you then. I left Wilson in the back of your car. Take care of him for me!”
“Don’t worry, he’s already been tucked into bed. Tomorrow I’ll be sure to get him a supply of fresh fish so he doesn’t go hungry.”
“Are you a veterinarian as well as a surgeon?”
“No, but I have visited the aquarium once or twice. I just hope he doesn’t wake up and decide to throw snowballs at my head.”
I reread the message several times trying to think of a witty reply, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes open, and instead drift off into sleep with his message thread still open in my hand. A few minutes later, another message from him pops through.
“Goodnight, love”
I don’t see it until I wake up.
Two days later, when I walk up Yvonne’s desk to check in for my appointment with him, she blinks at me, like she’s surprised to see me here. Yvonne always smells nice, like herbal lemon tea with honey.
“Hi, I’m here for my appointment with Dr. Li today?” I ask, confused by the expression on her face.
“Sorry, I guess we should have given you a call, but I think we all thought he would have just called you himself… Um, Dr. Li has been out sick since yesterday, so we’ll have to reschedule your appointment… If you’d like, we can do that right now.” She says, and looks over at her screen, her fingers typing away as she starts to try and look for another opening.
“Wait… Since yesterday?” I ask, in clear shock. I haven’t heard anything. The last texts we shared were from two days ago, when he called me love. I’ve been floating on cloud nine from those two simple words for the past 48 hours.
While Yvonne looks through Zayne’s schedule trying to find a suitable replacement time for my check up, I pull out my phone and immediately send him a message. What I don’t see is the way her eyes narrow a bit at my antics.
“You’re sick?”
The ‘read’ notification pops up almost instantly, and then a few bubbles indicating he’s replying.
“Yes. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind that you had an appointment this afternoon. Foolishly I suppose, when I went home yesterday I thought the hospital would contact you.”
I frown at my phone. That’s not like him. Because Yvonne is right, any other time he’s had to move my appointment time, he just lets me know himself, and then we reschedule.
“How does next week sound? Friday at 3pm?” Yvonne interrupts my thoughts, and I blink up at her for a second.
“Um. Yeah, that works. Thanks, Yvonne.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiles warmly, “I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
“Don’t worry about it, things happen.” I tell her with a little smile of my own, and turn to make my way back outside. As I step into the sun, I hit the call button and raise my phone to my ear while I walk back over to my motorcycle
It rings several times before Zayne picks up, and when he answers, his voice doesn’t sound… Sick, necessarily, but he does sound a little like he’s out of breath.
“Hello?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” I lean against my bike, and fold one of my arms over my chest, watching the traffic pass by. It’s still early in the day, and the sunlight beams right into my eyes as it begins to make its descent.
“It’s nothing serious. Likely just a flu.” In the background, I can hear water running. A shower.
If it was nothing serious, he’d still be at the hospital, I know that for a fact. He would be wearing a mask all day, altering his workload to minimize contact with his patients, chugging Dayquil, and napping in his office on his lunch breaks, probably resulting in his sickness lasting twice as long as necessary.
My frown deepens. “I’ll bring you some soup and tea then. So you don’t have to go out for anything. What do you want me to get?”
There’s a pause, and I hear him make a small sound. Pain, maybe? What’s going on?
“That’s not–”
“Is it your Evol?” I ask him bluntly, tapping my foot a few times, the thought alone making me feel anxious. It’s the most likely explanation, after all. He tries to pretend that it doesn’t happen all that often, but growing closer to him has made me realize that’s just not true.
Zayne makes another little noise of discontentment, and the patter of water on his end of the line goes quiet.
“No.”
Frustrated, I decide to give up on subtlety. “If you were fine, you’d still be at the hospital. Or you would have at least remembered to tell me my appointment was being canceled before I showed up. What’s going on?”
There’s a long sigh, and he’s silent for so long that I begin to think he might have hung up. “Zayne? Please talk to me.” My voice softens. The cagier he becomes about whatever it is that’s going on, the more worried I become. He only keeps his mouth shut when it’s serious, which can be so frustrating. I wish he felt comfortable enough to rely on me when he needs help.
“I’m sorry…” He sounds almost defeated. “I’ve been… sleeping a lot.”
Bullshit. He doesn’t sound sick. His voice is as clear and soft as ever, he hasn’t coughed or sneezed once on this call. The most I can glean is just that he sounds… Stressed. Almost like he doesn’t want to be talking to me right now. It settles in my stomach like a pile of rocks.
“Well…” I begin, the confidence I had before starts to waver a little. “Let me go get you a few things then. Soup? Maybe some crackers? Juice?” I offer, hopeful.
“You don’t need to do that, I’m fine.” He replies a little too quickly. My brow furrows and I kick at the asphalt beneath my feet.
“But I want to. Can I? It’ll make me feel better.” I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel small, asking so openly. I think I can almost see him in my mind's eye, looking away from me and weighing his words to find the right thing to say.
“... Alright.” Zayne concedes, and I hear shuffling. Clothes, maybe. A pause. “Thank you.”
I feel some tension in my shoulders fade that I hadn’t even realized was there as he agrees. “I’ll be there in the hour? Text me if you want anything specific?”
He gives me one of his rare, short chuckles, and I feel lighter, my own face breaking into a smile at the sound.
“You know what I like.”
“Alriiight,” I singsong, and hoist my leg over my bike, resting the phone between my chin and shoulder for a second while I grab my helmet, “then I’m expecting to hear no complaints when I get there with nothing but bags of carrots!”
“You–” He starts, clearly about to make a smartass comment, but I just giggle and hang up the phone, flipping up the kickstand and shoving my phone back in my pocket as the engine roars to life.
About 45 minutes later, I pull up to his house and park next to his Audi in the driveway, my bag filled to the brim with all kinds of cures for any kind of sickness, including sugar deficiency, which Zayne seems to suffer from frequently. I shake my hair free of my helmet and tuck it under my arm as I jog up the steps, rapping a few times on the door. And I wait.
And I wait. After a few minutes, I lean over to look through the window beside the door and hesitantly knock again, trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of him coming around the corner. Nothing.
I frown, and reach into my pocket, intending to try and call him again, but just as my finger presses the button, the door opens. My head snaps up just as his phone in the pocket of his sweats starts to audibly vibrate.
My mouth opens to say hello, and I mean to end the call, given that now Zayne is right in front of me, but as I breathe in, I almost choke on the thick scent that wafts out of the front door. It’s sweet, and floral. And Zayne… he does look awful. Hair that’s normally neat and silky hangs damp over his eyes, his face is more flushed than I think I’ve ever seen it, and he looks… Exhausted. Moreso than usual. Usually he at least tries to hide it, but the stress set firm on his brow is impossible to miss. He’s wearing a pair of gray sweats and a loose blue t-shirt, with the logo for Skyhaven University emblazoned on the chest.
Without thinking about it, my hand moves to cover my mouth and nose, trying to protect myself from the overpowering smell, and…. Pheromones coming from him?
He visibly tenses, and makes eye contact with the visor of my helmet.
“I should have warned you, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, and makes a move to step away, as if it will make a difference at this point.
“Zayne, what’s going on? You’re not sick.”
I watch him almost deflate before my eyes, his body turned away from me, and as I look him over, I realize that he has both of his hands covering his lap, fingers interlaced together. A frown turns down my lips as I look back up at his face, pinched with discomfort.
“... No…”
“You’re…” My instincts know exactly what it is, but my brain has a hard time reconciling the evidence in front of me, and assaulting my nose. “But you’re a beta.”
Zayne winces. He’s quiet for a long time before saying anything. “As I’m sure you can tell… I am not.”
“Who else knows?”
“Dr. Noah.”
“No one else?”
“Aside from my parents? No.”
“How long…?”
“Forever. Since puberty.”
“Why?” I remove my hand from my nose and his scent hits me again in full force. It’s rich, sweet, and a little musky, complex, and I struggle to wrap my head around it. It’s strong, but… Intoxicating. I sniff the air again, growing a little warm as I realize just how much I enjoy it. He’s always smelled a little like this, but I’ve never experienced it this potent.
He blinks, like the answer should be obvious. “I always had dreams of ending up where I am today. Being an omega threatened that life for me. My parents understood, and… Assisted me. I suspect it had something to do with their own pride as well, but the decision was beneficial for all three of us.” He pauses again, like he can’t meet my eyes. Like he’s ashamed. “I’m sorry.”
That twists my gut with an ugly feeling as I look at him. Even while he’s speaking with me he looks like he’s almost trembling, and I feel my own protective instincts start to rear up. Not only because I’m around a distressed omega, but also because it’s Zayne, and I care about him.
It’s hard to deny that the strong scent of him has made my head a little fuzzy, and maybe right now I’m not thinking as clearly as I normally would be… But he clearly needs help, and I don’t think he has any intention of asking anyone to do so. The sight and smell of him tells me that his heat is intense, and if I had any less self control, I’m sure another alpha would have him pinned against his own door right now.
“When was your last heat?”
I can tell by the way he opens and closes his mouth twice that he’s considering lying.
“... Never.”
“Never?”
“... No.”
“You’ve… How is that possible?”
“I take suppressants.”
“Well so do I, but…” I almost begin to explain how they work, but I know that he doesn’t need an explanation. Of course he knows. They’re taken to control the timing of heats and ruts, and during specific intervals, alphas and omegas will stop taking them in order to allow their heats or ruts to occur in a planned and safe manner. If he’s never had a heat before… I look at him, incredulous and concerned. He’s never stopped taking them.
The look on his face tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Zayne…”
His brows pinch together and he looks almost regretful. It’s a far cry from the last time I tried to call him out on his questionable dental practice, meaning that he is aware of how serious this is. Our eyes finally meet for a short second, and then a short trill sounds from his throat. Keeping one hand over the space between his legs, the other flies up to his collarbone, and he looks confused by… himself? He knows what it is, he’s heard omega’s trill at him before when at the hospital, in various states of distress. Some will make that sound merely at the idea of being denied a certain type of food, in order to try and coerce him into giving them what they want. It’s never worked on him before, but on me, coming from him, I feel my fingers twitch with the sudden urge to wrap him in my arms and find a way to stop whatever uneasiness he feels.
Zayne can’t seem to fathom that he’s just trilled at me, his ears turning a little redder.
“Sorry, I don’t…” He tries to explain himself, but I shake my head, and can’t stop myself from at least reaching for the hand still up near his chest, thumb rubbing agitatedly at his shirt. He lets out a soft huff, gaze flicking to mine.
“Why don’t I go get you a few things? I already brought some food, but I can go get some of my clothes… You know, for nesting. If that would help.”
Zayne just nods once, his hazel eyes narrowed in frustration at the fact that he has no idea what would actually help him. He’s aware of the usual things omegas need, but no one is exactly the same, and he’s never had the chance to learn. He hates not knowing things.
“Alright.” He murmurs.
“I know maybe you’ve never really had these types of urges before, but having a few of my things should help at least.”
I offer, because he won’t ask me himself.
“... Thank you.” Zayne tries to hide his inner turmoil. I can see the complicated emotions swirling in his eyes, having spent so much time studying them. When his words fail him, his eyes always tell me what he’s really thinking. It’s a skill that has taken me a long time to hone, but these days he’s like an open book to me. I take a step closer and place a hand on his chest, making him jolt a bit as I lean in and give him a soft kiss, which he immediately melts into. More than usual.
“Here.” I set down my helmet, and slip off my backpack to unzip my jacket and then I hand it to him. He holds it for a second, looking conflicted, then nods in thanks. Zayne tucks it into his arms, though what he really wants to do is hold it up to his nose and just breathe in my smell. There’s a small war inside of him battling with the desire to appear composed, and to just give in and press it up to his face, rub it into his neck.
“Take this, too, I’ll grab another bag at home.” I give him my backpack full of goodies for a supposedly sick person, but it’ll be nice to have some easy snacks on hand too, if he’s going to be going through a heat for the next few days. There’s a small chance he’ll be feeling up to cooking a meal from scratch after all, and I tend to subsist on mostly take out and frozen meals, so I’m not sure how helpful I would be when faced with his ingredient-ridden fridge and pantry.
“Is there anything else you need…? I could…” I clear my throat, “I could go and get some heat toys for you too, if you think that’ll help?”
For a second he looks confused, and then meets my eyes, his lips slightly parted in what seems to be shock. “No,” He says a little too quickly, “I don’t… I won’t be needing anything like that.” His face flushes a brighter red.
I raise an eyebrow, unconvinced, but decide not to push the issue. If he doesn’t want any toys, then that’s alright, though I know they would make this entire thing a whole lot easier on him.
“That’s okay, then I’ll just head over to my place and be back in a few, okay?”
He nods again, and catches my wrist as I turn to leave. When I look back at him, his eyes are resolutely on the ground.
“Thank you. I… I’d like to apologize again. I shouldn’t have let you find out this way.”
My free hand squeezes his own, and I bring it up to my lips to kiss his long fingers. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about that right now. Just let me help you however I can. I want to. I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t.”
Another short nod from him comes after a pregnant pause, and I stroke his hair, and cheek, which he leans into without a second thought.
“I love you. I’ll be back soon.” I assure him, and once he lets me go, I turn around and hop back down his steps. He doesn’t close the door until he sees me wave when I whiz past on my bike, his own arm extending into a small wave near his chest.
Closing the door behind him, Zayne sucks in a deep breath, and looks down at the jacket cradled in one of his arms. He frowns down at the bundle of white and black fabric, feeling an insistent tugging in the back of his head, which he hesitantly gives into after a long moment. It’s my jacket after all, and I’ve been wearing it all day, the scent of me is strong. Bringing it up to his nose, Zayne inhales, and then presses it into his face, inhaling again with a soft moan to accompany it.
This is humiliating. He feels his cock twitch in his pants, the arousal almost painful at this point, simply because it refuses to falter, no matter what he’s tried. He’s starting to feel helpless as to what to do, but this… His eyes drift closed, and he just lets himself melt into the feeling of getting to experience my scent so strongly, and in such a sharp way, like he’s not sure he’s ever properly smelled anything before.
He’s so hard. And he knows that jerking off at this point won’t help it, it hasn’t helped so far, neither did the cold shower, and neither has ignoring it. Zayne’s jaw clicks as he realizes that now… Especially now that I know one of his very deepest secrets, he can’t do this alone. He’s completely lost in this experience, of his body warring with his mind, and his physiology fighting to be heard for the first time in his life.
Holding the jacket in his arms, he returns to his room, takes a deep breath, and tries to just listen. Then it’s like he’s moving without conscious volition, as he looks at his neat, clean bed, and sets the jacket down onto the pillows. Right now, the bed he sleeps in every night looks horribly uncomfortable, so he goes to his linen closet in the hallway, where he keeps spare blankets, sheets, and an extra pillow. Nearly everything in it ends up in his arms, and he begins to fold them up, placing everything neatly around the perimeter. The extra pillow is placed with care alongside the other ones, and my jacket ends up on top of it, set with care, as well as Wilson the seal, which I left in his car the other night. The first thing he’d noticed was that my scent never faded once I’d left. He’d thought it was perhaps his imagination, but once he had pulled into his own driveway, he knew it was the plushie, and something within him had caused him to just take it for his own. That same night, he’d fallen asleep with it in his arms.
He’s never built a nest before, but somehow, he knows exactly how he wants it to look, to be perfect for his alpha–Zayne stops that thought in its tracks, taking a moment to try and compose himself. The rational part of him hates how out of control he feels, but equally, he knows that the best way to get through this is to stop thinking so much, and just do what feels right.
He looks back over at the nest of blankets built on his bed, and has a hard time coming to terms with the sense of conflict he feels. Relief and shame mingling in an uncomfortable way. Still, he chooses to try and listen to his instincts, after a period of time that feels like an eternity and an instant, brings up one knee to the edge of the bed, and then the other, staring at my jacket like it’s some kind of great mystery to be solved. With one hand braced on the bed beside him, he leans down and inhales the warm scent of me, sharp like pine, and earthy, like rain. A low groan sounds deep in his chest, and his arms almost collapse beneath him. It feels so right, and his mouth drops open. His heart rate is picking up with the surprising jolt of heat that shocks his system. Just from this.
Is he really so pathetic?
His thoughts are a jumbled mess, flitting from one thing to the next, and unable to focus on just one thing. It’s extremely unnerving for him. He wants to be filled, he’s terrified and disgusted with himself, he needs friction, he needs– Alone in the quiet of his bedroom, Zayne whines, and his hips roll down onto the bed beneath him, hands clutching my jacket tight, as he holds it to his mouth and nose, head turned to the side.
It’s not enough.
He needs more. More of my scent, he needs more than just a flimsy jacket, he needs warmth, he needs to hold me in his arms, to give himself over to me. His thighs are soaked with slick, he can feel it and smell it on himself while he grinds down into his mattress. He’s so… wet.
Never in his life has he felt such unmanageable lust, or desire, it’s taking over every sense he has, filling his nostrils, making the colors of the room seem brighter, his ears are buzzing, his mouth dry, and his skin tingles just below the surface. It’s… so much. Too much.
This needs to be controlled. Somehow. All Zayne can think about is how he wants to be pinned down, covered in his gorgeous alpha’s scent, kissed, bitten, taken, claimed, owned, to be utterly mine. His hips flex against the sheets, and it feels so good and so tortuous that he bites down on my jacket, spit wetting the fabric while he tries to keep the humiliating sounds he’s making at bay.
Then, his phone begins to vibrate. He barely notices until it’s too late, lost in the overwhelming haze fogging his awareness. All he can do is rut, looking for some kind of release from this damn heat.
After some time waiting, I become a little concerned that he’s not answering his phone. It’s unlike him, especially when he knew I would be returning. After a bit of debate… I let myself inside. It’s not difficult to follow my nose towards the source of the cloying scent in the air, and unsurprisingly, I’m led straight to his bedroom, where I can hear soft sounds from inside. His little whimpers with each breath. Before I just barge in, I knock a few times, and hear a little gasp, then his voice, hoarse.
“Come in.” He’s trying to sound like he isn’t out of breath, which I think is cute.
I open the door and peek my head inside, my arms full of the blankets from my bed, a few more articles of clothing, and a few plushies, because… Well, if he decides he wants to hold onto one of them, I’m certain it’ll be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Even more adorable than the sight of him in his nest, clutching my jacket to his chest, which he doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing as he whines for me. The other thing I notice is Wilson, the seal plushie from our date the other night settled right at the head of the bed, currently being used as a pillow. Zayne’s skin is flushed, and his breathing heavy. The moment our eyes meet, he whines softly, a little trill eeking out from his throat.
I think I’m about to melt into a puddle of goo right here on his carpet. God, I just wanna squish him, latch onto him like a koala and never let go.
“Sorry…” I say with a sheepish smile, opening the door a little more, “you didn’t answer your phone, so I let myself in.” I step inside the room, and place everything down on the corner of the bed. Zayne’s eyes follow the movement, and the second I let go, he moves to begin meticulously placing everything where he thinks it ought to go, fingers rifling through everything I provided, cataloging them before he starts to find a place in his nest for it all.
“That’s alright.” He says almost absently, his entire focus now on this small project.
I think that I would have expected him to be at least a little embarrassed, but instead, he seems to take on almost the same persona of the man he is at Akso. Dedicated, caring, in the way that he is. Or maybe he’s just chosen not to think about it too much. Maybe he can’t.
While Zayne zeroes in on the task of lovingly adding my things to his nest, for a second I just stand back and watch him, unable to hide the smile on my face watching him. It’s something I never thought I’d see from him, acting so much like… An omega. Honestly, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea, but as he adorns his nest with my things, he does it in a way that’s just so him it makes me almost giddy, his brow creased as he shifts things slightly until he’s certain it’s absolutely perfect. Wasabi Octopus and Happy Snowmen both end up in the top corners of the bed, and with the both of them placed, Zayne’s attention returns to me, looking at me as if to ask if I approve.
“I figured I must have left Wilson in the backseat of your car.” I say with a little smile and watch the tips of his ears go a little pink, his eyes darting over to the plushie’s cute face. He opens his mouth and takes a moment to respond, his voice quiet and a little embarrassed.
“It… Was the only thing I had that… That smelled like you.” He admits. “When you were holding him on the ferris wheel…”
Oh. When I was holding it, I was scenting it without even realizing.
“What do you need now, love?” I ask, tilting my head, stepping closer to him, and his brow furrows again, eyes looking up at me like a little puppy. His mouth opens and closes once, like he’s trying to find his words.
“... Just you.” He replies, voice small and nervous.
“What do you need from me?” My voice grows a little quieter, encouraging him to tell me.
Zayne can’t look at me this time, both of his hands clenched into fists over his lap, trying to hide the erection that’s been tenting his gray sweats since I walked in.
“Hold me?” I have a suspicion that isn’t all he wants to say, but it’s all he’s willing to right now.
And of course I will, I’ll give him whatever he wants, but still… I feel that we need to clarify something first. I pause, and chew on my bottom lip, looking down and then back up at him.
“You know I’m an alpha, and I care about you, Zayne… I don’t want to end up hurting you.”
“You won’t.” He replies, looking back with the cutest, neediest face I’ve ever seen on him, “I just… I need you. Please stay.”
“If I stay…” I begin, my chest growing tight with the desperation in his voice. I just wouldn’t ever be able to forgive myself if I were to take advantage of him in such a vulnerable state. But he’s right here in front of me, so wet that I can see the sheets even starting to stain with his slick. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in pants that he’s trying to hide, fingers twitching where he’s moved them to grip onto the sheets, and the scent he’s pushing out reeks of the fear of rejection.
Somehow, Zayne still has somewhat of a head on his shoulders. “If you don’t, I’m either going to end up at Akso, or desperately trying to find another alpha. You are the only one I trust with myself. Please. Please stay.”
“You’re okay with… Everything that will mean, though?”
“More than.”
The fact that he’s saying this makes my stomach and heart lurch in unison. Gratitude that he trusts me, fear that he may regret this, that I’m taking advantage of him, and the overwhelming desire to take care of my omega. My omega. Mine.
“Can I…?” Before I even have a chance to fully ask the question, Zayne surges upwards to pull me against him, one hand curling around the back of my neck, the other grabbing onto my hip, and I almost fall on top of him with a small yelp of his name. I guess that's my answer, and I feel my dick twitch in my pants just from being allowed into his nest so readily. Like he truly believes I just belong here. And fuck, I want to. I want to belong to him, and for him to belong to me.
The moment I'm on top of him I bring a hand to his cheek, and he nuzzles into me, almost like a big cat, his eyelashes against his cheek and his entire body seeming to relax against me for a moment, like he's been given relief for the first time in his life. A second later, I realize that's probably true.
“Look at me.” I say, gentle, and his eyes crack open just enough to meet mine before I pull him into a sweet kiss. There’s no tongue, just the press of my lips against his own, but that seems to be enough to break down some wall inside of him as he grabs tighter onto me, one of his large hands at the back of my neck, keeping me from backing off, and the other at my stomach, reaching beneath the hem of my shirt as he begins to try and tug it over my head. We’ve kissed before, but it’s never been anything like this. Never so needy, so desperate… In the past, Zayne has always been so calm and put together in all situations, including things like making out.
When I would have to pull back for a breath, flushed and panting, he would be a bit red in the ears, yes, and his pupils a bit wide, but I never saw true desire in him, only affection. The kind that’s always made my heart flutter, the kind that tells me just how much he loves me without ever having to say it, the kind that makes me feel like we were almost meant to be… But never just… Want.
And now I can smell in the air his lust, and it’s sweet and floral, and he won’t stop kissing me, and it’s nothing like I’m used to. It’s messy, his teeth joining his tongue on accident, his soft moans echoing in the room for the short moments our mouths part. He’s almost tearing at my clothes, running his hand up my sides beneath my shirt, and whining wordlessly in a demand to get them off.
“Zayne,” I gasp into his mouth, I can feel him, hard underneath me. It’s impossible not to, not with the way both his knees are on either side of me, and though he’s taller than I am, the way I have myself braced above him still allows him to grind into me. It’s like he doesn’t even hear me, his hands wandering everywhere, trying to pull me against him, his hips rolling up into my own, his breath heavy and hot in my mouth. “Zayne,” I say again, and press against his chest, separating us only just enough for me to get a look at him, and I realize that his eyes have gone misty, lashes damp with unshed tears. Those hazel eyes have gone almost black with how much his pupils have grown, and I can still feel him rutting against me.
I’ve never seen him like this before, and for a second, I barely register that I can feel a wetness between his legs alongside the hard line of his cock. I’m just… So taken aback at seeing him like this. “Please,” His voice comes out almost in a whine, and his eyes are so wide, shimmering almost, and the drag of his erection against me has my head falling forward for a second as I let out a groan and he whimpers softly in response, surging upwards.
Fuck. My head is starting to feel fuzzy with everything assaulting my senses right now. Zayne, desperate, grinding into my cock, which is starting to grow against his own, small sharp jolts of pleasure sparking through me. The little sounds he’s making, the overwhelming scent of him, heady and thick in the air, and so delicious I think I can almost taste it on my tongue, along with the distinct taste of him that I’m already so familiar with. I’ve never seen my Zayne like this before, and it’s difficult to wrap my head around.
His hand finally finds what it’s looking for as he wedges one between us and starts to rub down onto my cock through my pants, making me moan, surprised as I follow the motion almost automatically, looking down as I roll my hips down into his touch. Zayne seems to react even more than I do, almost panting as his eyes flick down, his cheeks flushed, and then he looks back up at me. “Please,” He begs, his voice soft, broken almost, brows drawn together, and the alpha in me knows that I’m too far gone, I won’t be able to deny him anything he asks for. Not when my Zayne is beneath me, my omega, my love, and asking me so sweetly. And I don’t want to. “Please, I want to touch. Want to… Want to see you.” His breath hitches, and for a moment I think he really might start crying just from how overwhelmed he must be right now.
“Anything, love,” I murmur, my voice rumbling a bit lower, to try and help him calm down as I stroke a hand across his cheek, which he nuzzles into while his hands can’t seem to stay still, one still palming at my cock, and the other wrapped tight around the back of my thigh to keep me close. “I just need you to let go for a second. Can you do that for me?” I make sure the words are sweet and gentle, rubbing at his cheekbone and lips while he whines at the thought of relinquishing me in any way. “Just for a second. I’m not going anywhere.” I promise him, and his eyes crack open enough to meet mine for a moment before he seems to believe me, nodding almost minutely. Still, I have to take hold of his wrists and pry them off before I have enough room to start working myself out of my clothes. Zayne watches with rapt attention, drinking in the sight of every revealed inch of skin until I’m fully bare before him. I make a move to discard my clothes on the floor for a second, but he stops me, leaning up on one elbow and reaching out.
Right.
“Here,” I hand him the small pile, and he turns over to place each article of clothing near his pillows, careful and precise, arranged neatly for him to turn his head into. Possessiveness rears up inside of me, and affection that I have a hard time controlling. Gods, I just want to wrap him up and hold him and never let him go. The idea that he’s been hiding this side of himself for so long out of shame makes my chest momentarily ache. He’s perfect like this. Perfect for me.
“Now let me see you too, is that alright?” I ask, and he whines, nodding once as he pulls his shirt over his head and then his sweatpants follow shortly after. Shit. I knew he was muscular beneath his clothes, I could feel it in the past when we kissed, the times I’ve hugged him and fisted my hands in his shirt, but I hadn’t expected him to be so… Well defined. My eyes trail lower to see the length of his cock, pretty and already pink, and hard against his stomach, and then further down between his legs, where his thighs are shining with slick. I groan just at the sight and he squirms, his back arching off the bed almost like he’s trying to entice me further.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful…” I breathe, crawling back into his nest and between his legs while he looks up at me with hazy eyes, mouth open. Both of his hands are curled into fists in the blankets, like he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Not more than you.” He responds, and it’s almost like a benediction on his tongue, rasping, and said in such a way that it is a simple fact to him, something ingrained in him. Fuck, my heart aches with the affection I have for this man, and this moment only makes me feel like it’s growing tenfold.
“Zayne… Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” He answers immediately, his chest swelling as he holds his breath in anticipation.
I lick my palm, to get it wet, though what I really want to do is use his own slick to jerk him off with – maybe another time. Fuck, the thought of having him like this is almost too much, of being able to see him like this, and to be the only one… Mine. Always. I try to quell that thought before I completely lose myself, and wrap my hand around his cock. It’s so velvety and soft in my fist, smaller than my own, and I barely have to twist my wrist to get from the base to the head.
Zayne reacts with his entire body, his head falling back, throat stretched long, knees almost trembling on either side of me, and he keens, high in the back of his throat. “Oh fuck–” He chokes out. I don’t even have to ask, I already know that this is the first time anyone has ever touched him like this before.
“That feel good?” I ask, squeezing around his tip as I stroke him, watching a thin dribble of his precum almost being milked out of his cock, and his hips flex upwards into my grip as he makes the prettiest little moans.
“More, I need more, please.” Zayne begs, looking down at me through long lashes, though his expression is almost conflicted, his brow creased.
I feel a tug in my chest from how, but– I can’t. I need to be careful with him, my perfect and vulnerable omega. He deserves to be pampered, to be loved and cared for.
“Come here, I know…” I murmur, and let go of his cock, which gets me my first little omega trill from the back of his throat in protest, and I feel myself melting at the sound as I crawl up on his body, pressing soft kisses into his skin, my hands guiding the path my lips take over the dip of his hip bones, his stomach, which quivers, his pecs and collarbone, where I pause for a moment to suck a little mark into his skin. Zayne almost preens under the attention, his body arching towards my mouth everywhere it goes, and his fingers hold tight onto my waist as his breathing grows more and more labored.
His skin is hot to the touch, his blush reaching down his chest. As I nuzzle into his throat, inhaling his sweet scent, he lets out a little whine, and I hear his cute noises start to turn into pleas.
“Please fuck me,” Zayne breathes out, and I smile as I kiss his jaw and the space behind his ear. “I need to feel you, please,” It’s almost a whisper on his lips, as I rise up and look into his wide, wet eyes. I can feel myself twitch as he says it, my cock jumping from where it rests against his stomach, and clearly Zayne feels it too, because his eyes flick down between us to look before his gaze returns back to me, “Please.” He asks again, a little quieter this time.
“Zayne,” I have to close my eyes for a second as I rest my forehead against his own, and before I continue, I press my lips against his in a soft kiss. I can feel him almost deflating into it, his hands running up my waist and hesitating for a moment before one of them moves to squeeze one of my breasts in his large palm. I sigh into his mouth in encouragement, and then part from him to reach my own hand between his legs. Another jolt of heat runs down into my core as I realize just how wet he is, his slick coating his thighs and wetting the blankets beneath him. My index finger presses against his pink hole and I feel his muscles clench down as a sharp gasp escapes him. “Have you ever… Had anything to fuck yourself with?” I finish my question, looking at him, and he can’t quite seem to meet my eyes anymore, his brow furrowed again as he answers.
“No…” Zayne begins, and for a moment I think he’s just going to stop there, but then he continues as I let my finger draw little circles around his entrance, groaning as more slick oozes out of him from this simple touch alone, “I never thought… I would need anything like that.” The words come out of his lips on shaky breaths.
“You’ve never had anything inside of you?” I ask, unable to hide the tinge of shock in my voice as I gently press the tip of my finger into him, which immediately has him groaning low and deep in his throat. I can feel his muscles fluttering around my finger already.
“I…” He has trouble answering, probably partly because he’s embarrassed to, and partly because he’s distracted by the sensation of something actually filling him, as small as it is, “Fingers… Once.” He admits, keeping his eyes closed as I lean back, kneeling between his legs, and removing my finger. Before I do though, I gather some up and I can’t resist the urge to lick it up, sighing at the sweet, musky taste. Zayne doesn’t seem to notice, only cracking his eyes open once he feels my hands sliding down his inner thighs, then gripping under his knees to raise them up for me.
I know my eyes must be dark, the way I’m looking at him. Fuck, he is so perfect, so perfect like this, just the way he was always meant to be, and it fills me with a sudden anger at the thought that he would ever be ashamed of this. Not anymore, I promise myself, he’s mine, and I will show him exactly how perfect he is.
I lean in and kiss the top of his knee, then the inside, and slowly make my way down towards the apex of his thighs. “Can you do something for me?” I murmur into his heated skin, and meet his eyes again, which are dark and intense.
“Anything.” He answers without question.
I kiss the soft skin of his thigh again, and he whimpers in the back of his throat. “I need you to let me know you’re okay the entire time. I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s the very last thing I want to do.
“You won’t.” He says it with conviction, though it sounds almost like he’s begging me, “I need you, I… I’ve always needed you. You won’t hurt me.” He says it in such a way that I wonder if he’s fantasized about this before, I wonder if he thought it would ever happen this way. Fuck, the thought of that… I continue my trail of kisses down his thighs and growl as I reach the scent gland at the apex, nuzzling into it and just inhaling his smell for a moment before instinct takes over and I nip at it lightly, wanting to release more of it, wanting to drown in the scent of sweet flowers surrounding me.
As I bite down, Zayne’s entire body jolts beneath me, his breath catching in his throat, and one of his hands going to fist in my hair for a moment. I groan at the feeling, rolling my head so I can lick up some more of the slick glistening between his legs. They fall further open for me, and that only encourages my instincts to further take over. I push his legs further up and dive in, starting to almost slurp up his wetness, feeling like I might be getting drunk from the taste. But shit, it’s so good. Beside my head, I catch a glimpse of his balls tightening up as his cock jumps on his stomach. He whines so beautifully, and I growl again, feeling his hole clench against my tongue.
“Be patient, my love, I need to make sure you can handle me first.” My voice is soothing, and I lean up to suck one of his balls into my mouth for a second, one hand holding him down by the hip while the other goes between his legs so I can press a finger inside. Zayne arches with his whole body, his throat stretching long against the pillows as finally, he feels something inside of him, and I hum in satisfaction at the sight of him.
He is damn tight, but he’s so wet that it’s not hard to start pumping my finger in and out of him, waiting until he’s relaxed a little before I start to press my middle finger in as well. The little sounds he’s making are so sweet, it only makes my possessiveness rear higher and higher. I can’t help continuing to press my nose into his thigh, breathing in deep as I twist and scissor my fingers inside of him, pulling back when he lets out a sudden, sharp noise, like he’s surprised. I look up at him and move my fingers that same way again, feeling hot arousal pool through me at the helpless look on his face, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open as he pants out shuddering breaths.
“Feels good?” I ask, and he nods once, jerking his head.
“Good.” I murmur, and remove my fingers, using Zayne’s slick to stroke my cock, finally, and I sigh at the relief it brings. I’ve been so focused on him that I barely realized just how much my cock is throbbing. Mine is bigger than Zayne’s, as would be expected for an alpha, but it’s not any sort of ridiculous size, like some male alpha’s tend to have. Which I suppose is a good thing for my Zayne, considering this will apparently be the first time he’s ever had anything inside of him besides his own fingers… Once. Gods, I can’t let myself think too hard about what a painful life he must have had, denying himself what his body tells him it needs for so long.
I stroke myself a few more times as I move up his body, leaving short kisses along his skin again as I go. He shivers and lets out another little trill, frustrated this time, and I feel my cock flex in my hand as I squeeze down on it, sagging against him for a second as I leave a sloppy kiss on one of his nipples, and bite down on the nub.
Zayne chokes and tenses underneath me, his legs closing around my waist as he trembles, and then I feel his cock jumping against my stomach rapidly a few times. Then I feel a sticky warmth cover my skin, and I detach myself from his chest, looking up at the way his eyes are screwed shut and he gasps, his chest heaving with each short breath he pulls in.
“Alpha, please, fuh–hah, pl-please,” The words seem to drop from his mouth without his consent as I watch him bite down on his lip in an attempt to stop himself as he rides through the high of an unexpected orgasm. Shit, he just came from me doing nothing but sucking on his nipple. And I almost just came hearing him call me his alpha for the first time, while he painted us both with his cum.
So, noted, his chest is definitely a sweet spot. That’s one I plan to explore more later.
“Please,” Zayne begs, looking up at me as he starts to come down, though I can still feel him quivering beneath me a bit, and as I lean in to stroke at his cheek, I realize that his eyes are wet, tears almost threatening to spill over, “Please hurry, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m so hot, please,” he presses his cheek into my hand, closing his eyes probably in an attempt to keep me from seeing how uncharacteristically emotional he’s becoming. He’s blushing a pretty pink, and I stroke his face softly, watching as he blinks a few times, and a tear escapes, slipping down his face.
My chest hurts for him so much, knowing that he must be feeling an almost overwhelming myriad of emotions being seen like this, shame presumably the chief of them. He’s so used to being so composed, so in control, that I know being at the whims of his physical needs like this, being reduced to a needy mess like he is now, must be deeply unsettling. And never having experienced it before, not knowing what to expect, I know that’s something he hates.
I lean into him and kiss the salty tear from his cheek, staying there for a moment to nuzzle into his skin while he catches his breath.
“My love…” I press another kiss just next to his eye, and hear him swallow thickly around a little sound that I wouldn’t have been able to hear if I wasn’t so close to him, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” If he says yes, I will, but I think it might kill me to leave him alone in a state like this. He needs an alpha, he needs me right now, and I want more than anything to take care of him, whatever that may entail.
He doesn’t seem capable of meeting my eyes as he answers, inhaling and exhaling a shaky breath as he smooths his hands up and down my back, holding me close, like he’s afraid I’m about to leave him here. “Please don’t think less of me.” He says, quiet and fearful.
“I could never think less of you,” My answer is instant as I turn his face towards me, looking into his teary eyes with a fierce determination, and I bring my other hand to his cheek as well, and wipe away another few tears that have sprung free with my thumbs, “my beautiful omega, my amazing Zayne, my love, my heart, my world,” my heart breaks a little that he would even ever think such a thing. How could I think less of him when he is everything I have ever wanted and more?
I watch his adams apple bob, and he swallows down a sob that tries to get free, the sound choked in his throat. For someone who isn’t used to showing many emotions to anyone at all, it’s clear right now that he’s feeling so much, and he has no idea what to do with it all. Shame, in the set of his brows, love and lust swimming in the depths of his darkened eyes.
I stroke his cheek and give him another soft kiss that he almost whimpers into.
“Can I put it in now, sweetheart?”
He keens and nods against my lips, the movement almost imperceptible as he breathes the words, his eyes closing like he can’t bear to look at me, “Please, please, I need to feel you, I need your knot, anything you can give me,”
I have to close my eyes for a second too, trying to push down the white-hot surge of arousal that floods my limbs hearing him ask for me like this, saying things I’ve only heard him plead for in my most shameful dreams. My cock is already pressed up right between his legs, and it only takes a small shift, my hand moving down between us to grasp myself around the swollen tip, until it’s right against his warm, wet entrance. God, I just want to push, to finally feel him squeezing around me, but the moment I finally breach him, feeling the slight pop as the head slips inside of him, I feel his whole body tense, and he holds in his breath. Fuck, he’s so tight, and as I look at him, panting slightly, I catch the sight and sound of his hands balling into fists in the blanket, gripping it tightly.
He doesn’t say anything, but his anxiety is written all over his flushed face. This is the first time he’s had anything inside of him, and I can feel it in the way he clenches down around me. His lips part, and his muscular thighs go taut around my waist.
His eyes are still closed, head turned to the side of the pillow where my jacket lies, and he finally lets out the breath from his nose as he seems to realize I’m not going to move again until he’s comfortable. Intuition kicks in, and I start to purr deep in my throat, trying to help soothe my omega, to itch a very specific place in his head to convince his conscious mind to listen to his unconscious one, to let him know that it’s okay to listen to his body, to just feel for a moment. It’s something I know he’s probably never done before in his life, and in response, my purr becomes a little louder. I see his shoulders relax minutely, and grab one of his hands, slowly easing his fingers free from the blanket and bringing it up to kiss his knuckles.
After a moment I see his breathing start to even out just slightly, his legs loosening their rigidness around me. He blinks a few times, his eyes flicking to the nightstand, the closet door, and somewhere towards the ground, slightly unfocused, like he’s trying to ground himself back down to reality and failing.
“Do you want to try a different position, Zayne? You can be on top and control the pace. You only need to take what you can handle.” I turn his limp hand over and kiss his palm, my voice soft and filled with so much love and patience for him.
I give him time to answer, hoping that staying quiet will give him time to gather his thoughts and figure out what he wants from me right now. His cheeks are flushed, and his jaw set as his eyes continue to roam the expanse of the wall in front of him, avoiding mine for what feels like minutes as he remains silent.
“Look at me, love,” I ask him, my tone still soft.
That works, he finally turns to look at me, seeing the complete adoration written across my face for him. The severe set of his brow smooths a little as his beautiful eyes meet my own, and he then glances back away, as if it’s too much for him. His response comes out stilted, “I don’t… Know how…” Then he stops, unsure how to continue. Or maybe unwilling.
“Whatever you want I’ll give you,” I inject my voice with another soft purr, letting his hand go with a last kiss to one of his fingers, “this is about you. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”
With his hand freed, he grabs at my jacket beside his head and brings it closer to his nose, inhaling deep breaths, like the scent is calming him down. His other hand is still fisted into the sheets, tightening for a second. I’ve been watching him intently this entire time, trying to figure out exactly what he needs from me. Reading Zayne’s body language is something I’ve had time to get rather good at, because his words and expressions often reveal little about his thoughts. It’s always in his eyes, and the set of his shoulders, whether his arms are folded or his hand quietly reaching out for my own.
I look at him for a second longer.
“Would you like me to scent you? Would that help?”
It’s hard to stay focused when there’s a piece of me warring with the desire to not overwhelm him. So much of me just wants to breed him, to stuff him full of my cock, watch him whine and writhe, and beg for more. My jaw clicks as I clench my teeth briefly, trying to push down my more animalistic instincts. God, I just want him to be mine. Fully. My omega. My perfect, gorgeous omega.
He doesn’t say anything, but after another moment, he nods, and I’m rewarded with another flick of his eyes towards my own before they’re dropping back down and away. I lean over him, careful not to let my hips move, the tip of my cock still the only thing inside of him (and god, even just that feels so fucking good, I want more), and rub the inside of my wrist against one of the scent glands on his neck. Zayne moans low in his throat, his eyelids fluttering a few times as he leans his head back. His eyelashes cast long shadows across his high cheekbones and when I press my other wrist to the other side, he moans again, a little higher pitched this time. His hips roll up into my own, causing more of my cock to slip inside, and we both gasp in unison at the feeling.
Fuck, he feels amazing, it’s taking every single ounce of my self control not to slam down to the hilt into his body. For Zayne though, it seems like the scent of me surrounding him, and finally having the very thing his body has been denied of for so long, has something snapping into him. One of my hands has to plant itself on the bed next to his head, holding myself up as he arches, head thrown back onto the pillows, and his hips roll again, a needy little sound coming out through his nose while he tries to take more of me.
“Love,” My voice sounds a little breathless, “Can I fill you up some more now?”
He doesn’t seem to trust his own voice at the moment, because all I get is soft whine, and he nods, dark hair flopping over one of his eyes. I groan and brush it back out of his face, leaning back to watch as I press inside of him at an agonizing pace. Heat rolls through me in waves at the sight of his pretty, slick hole sucking me in. With each tiny press inside, Zayne seems to lose himself more and more, soft moans falling from his lips, and when I’m about halfway in, they start to turn threadier, higher, until he’s turning his head to whimper into the pillows.
He’s so fucking beautiful like this, and as I continue to push inwards, I take a second to admire him below me. His skin is flushed with warmth and sweat, his muscles contracting as his back curves prettily. Pride fills my chest as I realize that I’m the reason he feels so fucking good right now, and an ownership, knowing that I’m the only one who has ever gotten to see him like this. Regardless of anything, this moment belongs to me. He belongs to me, and I love him so much for trusting me.
I’m just about halfway inside of him when yet another thread of his self control snaps, and one of his hands shoots out to grab mine, pulling until I’m laying on top of him, our bodies pressed together from head to toe, and I can more clearly hear the little whines on his every breath. I haven’t even started properly fucking him yet, but it’s clear that already he’s lost in the pleasure of being filled up by me.
Zayne’s pheromones and heat addled scent have long since permeated every inch of the room, so it’s no surprise that all it takes for my knot to swell is to have my nose buried in his throat. He smells so fucking good, and the only thing that makes it better is my own scent mixing with it on his neck. His hand tightens around my wrist, and the other wraps around my back, hold ing me tight to him as he almost squirms to try and have more of me. His eyes are closed tight, lips parted, and he tries to buck up, but I just continue to press steadily in until I’m finally nestled fully inside of his tight heat. I take a moment to just breathe, relishing in the feeling of filling up my omega, of pleasing him, making him feel so good.
Just as I have that thought, moaning into his throat and leaning my forehead on his chest to look down between us, flexing my hips deeper, until I can feel my knot pressing right up against him, Zayne cries out, his body tenses, and his sturdy grip around my shoulders turns almost bruising, fingernails digging into the skin. Likewise, suddenly he’s clenching down on my cock hard, his slick walls pulsing.
“Hah, ahh, hah,” His breath comes out in short whimpers as he starts to tremble, and I see his cock jump on his stomach, in time with the way he’s uncontrollably squeezing me. Clear, slightly cloudy cum shoots out from the pretty pink tip, glistening on his stomach and chest, and I realize that he’s coming just from having me inside of him.
Fuck.
I’m lost in my own haze of lust for a second before I realize that he’s started speaking again, his voice high and almost broken, “Please,” It comes out shaky, “Please, I need more, fuck me please, love,” He’s begging, and a shiver goes down my spine as I realize it, and growl, pressing a few sloppy kisses to his chest.
Once he gives me permission, I finally, finally start to move, my breath hot on his collarbone as begin a slow, almost dragging rhythm in and out of him, though restraining myself from moving faster, fucking into him harder is starting to feel almost impossible. He’s so wet and tight, almost scalding around me, it feels amazing. Zayne is almost incoherent, it doesn’t seem like he’s even really capable of rational thought anymore, his world narrowed down to just the feeling of my cock spearing into him, and every time I pull out a little too far I hear a half formed plea on his lips.
He’s wrapped snug around me in so many ways, he’s everywhere, clutching me to his chest as I move, his body trying to move along with mine, to meet each thrust of my hips with his own, and his own erection squishes between us, between our stomachs. And the noises he’s making are so cute, so needy, it’s making me throb.
“Faster, more, m-aahh, more,” Zayne manages, and then his legs lock around me, almost trapping me in places I moan into his chest. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to get even closer to me, though I’m not entirely sure that’s even possible at this point. “Please, I need your knot, let me feel it,” My mouth, I’m not sure I’m capable of properly closing anymore as I drag it across his chest and nipples, leaving sloppy trails of spit glistening on his skin as I make some attempts to kiss and nip at him, which causes him to whimper so sweetly.
Hearing my omega beg for my knot, though, my fingernails scratch hard down his sides, making him cry out, and I push myself up to rut faster and harder into him. Zayne whines at the loss of skin contact, but lets me go, his large hands instead reaching for my chest and waist, squeezing the flesh that he easily cups in his palm. I take hold of his hips and with an almost feral growl, pull them up and almost onto my lap as I fuck into him without abandon. If he wants my knot, shit, I’ll give it to him. Because I want to see him take it, I want to be buried inside of him so deep that we cease to exist as individuals. I want to breed him, want to watch my cum drip down his thighs, I want everything and anything right now.
Some part of me is aware that I’m losing my sense of rationality and my inhibitions with the strength of his heat enveloping me and driving me to desire things I normally wouldn’t, but does that really matter right now? I just feel so fucking good, and I want him to feel good too.
I let go of him as I snap my hips into his own, punching each breath from his lungs, and he’s almost starting to slide upwards on the bed with the force of it, but I don’t think either of us really notice or care. Zayne is moaning, looking at me and so fucked out, his eyes almost slits, like he’s barely able to keep them open now, rather than looking away in shame. Good. He shouldn’t feel ashamed. Never again. Not with me.
“Puh-please, need you, w-want, hah, your knot, please,” It comes out of him with difficulty, his words getting caught each time I plunge back in, his voice whiny, and I moan as I grit my teeth.
Fuck, I’m so close. I reach for his cock and start to jerk him off in time with the way I’m fucking him, the pace fast and desperate. My fist is firm around it, pumping up and down maybe not in the most consistent rhythm, but that doesn’t look like it affects Zayne much. He’s writhing, both of his arms above his head, one fisted in my jacket, the other on the pillow. His head is thrown back as he cries out, throat bobbing, and I watch a bead of sweat drip down his jaw onto his neck. Our bodies are so hot together, where his thighs are locked around my waist our skin is starting to become sticky.
“Just,” I pant, slamming into him, shit I’m so close, it almost hurts, the edge rushing up, and I just want to fall over it. With each thrust, I try to push in a little deeper, stretching him around my knot, “Just a bit more, love,” Then I groan and start to almost grind into him. I know he can feel my knot against him, pressing insistently against his entrance, growing slicker and harder as my orgasm approaches. Zayne is trying to press back against me, raising his hips to get it to slip inside.
Then, finally, I feel it pop in, and it’s over for me as I throw my head back, crying out loud enough that it bounces off the walls, my hips stuttering as my hand on his cock squeezes down, pressing it against his abs while I momentarily lose myself. Stars dance in my vision and I feel the hot pulsing of my cock flexing, filling him, warming his heated insides even further, if it’s possible. I feel like it is.
Zayne below me goes almost still, letting out soft, almost shocked sounds as he tenses, and he’s coming too, shit, I can feel him clamping down around my knot like a vice, holding me exactly where I am while we both tingle everywhere with the sparks of pleasure under our skin. Our chests heave in unison as we both try to catch our breath, and when my head falls back down, Zayne is still whimpering, his cock still dribbling into a small pool in the dips of his abs. There are tears in the corners of his eyes again as he stares at the ceiling for a moment, and I finally feel his body start to relax.
I fall down and brace myself on an arm above him, gasping from the feeling of being locked against him, and he seems to feel the same as he looks at me, his expression so utterly content. The furrow in his brow is gone, and his skin holds the healthy glow of a good fuck. His eyes even look brighter than they were when I got here, the little flecks of gold in them almost shimmering, though maybe that’s from the tears. As soon as our eyes actually meet though, he’s pulling me on top of him again, and I feel his teeth bite down right on my scent gland, his hand holding me to him by the back of my hair.
A deep, satisfied sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating on my throat as he bites down a little harder, and I choke, feeling the delicate skin there break. Zayne trills and nuzzles into me further, licking the blood from the wound without a second thought. I’m not even sure if he made the decision consciously to mark me, but it sends a deep satisfaction through me, warming my chest, knowing that he’s marking me as his, because I am, and I will be until the end of time. I knew that long before now.
Still, my head is a little fuzzy, and a lot of my brain power is being sent towards my attempt not to collapse on top of him as he contentedly cares for the bite mark, until it’s clean enough for his liking.
Once he’s pleased, I pull back and cup his cheek with the hand not occupied by holding me up. My thumb strokes at his cheek and he sighs, his hair adorably messy around his pretty face.
“You alright?”
Zayne exhales out of his nose, eyelashes against his cheeks as his eyes drift closed, and he turns his face towards my hand, nuzzling into the gentle touch. He looks so content, the picture of a pleased, well taken care of omega as he basks in the feeling of my knot inside of him, his hips moving slightly, almost like he wants to see if there’s any more of my cock to try and fit inside of him.
I feel a smile spread across my face, the sheer love I have for him almost overwhelming me for a second from the intensity of it. He has made me his, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Zayne? Love,” I ask in a soft voice. At the mention of his name, he hums, turning further into my hand, but his eyes crack open and meet mine. The moment they do, the most beautiful little smile turns his lips. It's not quite like looking at the sun, but more like the feeling of looking out over a breathtaking landscape.
“Do you… Would it be alright if I mark you?” I feel the need to make sure I have his permission before I do so, though I don’t blame him for having less restraint. He’s never felt these things before, he has no idea how to sense when they’re rearing up inside of him.
Zayne blinks, and a bit of that shame and fear from before starts to fill his eyes for a moment before I shush him.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”
“No,” I chide him him, smiling, and stroking his cheek again, “Don’t apologize. I’m… If it makes you feel any better, if you’d asked, I would have said yes anyway. Just… Can I?”
“Please.” He answers, and stretches his neck a little further for me, presenting his scent gland for my taking. An indescribable feeling fills me, constricting my heart, and to alleviate it somewhat, first I lean in and press a kiss to his lips, slow and passionate. When I pull back he looks a little hazy again, and his eyes drift closed when my nose nuzzles into his jaw, taking in once again the intoxicating scent of us mingling right in that spot. Carefully, I latch my teeth onto him and bite down until I feel the skin break.
Zayne gasps, and I groan, feeling him flutter around my cock a few times, though I can’t be sure if it’s from the pain of the bite, or something else. Sometimes I wish I could see right into that brilliant, enigmatic mind of his. I hum against his sticky hot skin, and lick up the salty sweat and metallic blood until he’s clean. I can feel a shiver go down his spine from the gentle ministrations, when I pull back to admire my handiwork.
Zayne looks at me with the softest expression I think I’ve ever seen on him, reaching up to touch at the mark I’ve left on him with a few fingers, tracing the outline of my teeth on his neck. I can’t help leaning in to brush our noses together, and he follows the motion.
“You know…” I start, and he hums in question, “I never thought… It would happen this way.”
I feel him raise a brow. “Which part?”
I chuckle and press a short kiss onto his lips. An excellent question, really, “Well… All of it… Really.”
His hand starts to run up and down my back, and I finally allow myself to relax on top of him, letting him hold me in his arms while I hold him in mine. It feels nice, and I sigh happily, tracing circles on his chest.
“I don’t think either of us did.”
Fair point.
“I love you.” I say, instead of anything else. We can talk about it all later, right now I just want to bask in this with him. “More than anything. You’re perfect.” I know he’ll catch the meaning in between the words. He does the same thing to me all the time, after all. We’re experts at very nearly saying the thing we actually mean.
Zayne is quiet for a moment, and nuzzles his cheek into my hair, his breath against my ear.
“I am yours.” He says. Instead of anything else.
“I am yours.” I echo him, and for a second, we both hold each other a little tighter, content.
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