Omg that recent omegatim with alpha Damien hit hard! Like I would love for to expand a lil more if can/when you can
Babe.
I mean–
Choices.
What if Dami is absolutely overcome, his scent spiking, a glaring warning of an emergency on-coming rut, and his muscles are aching.
“I can’t...stop,” he pants in Tim’s face, sweating, trembling with the effort to just keep holding the Omega’s wrists to the mat in the middle of the Cave. He’s laying between Tim’s thigh, hovering over that sweet scent gland, mouth watering just to taste.
And what his functioning brain can process is this unshakable urge, need, to keep Tim under him, open for him, smelling just this way (or more, if he smells this good, how would he smell if he was being touch, pleasured, worshipped–), all of it is the Alpha instincts manifesting.
But, he can’t (reads as: doesn’t want to) pull away, and lays more of his body down to pin Tim to the floor.
“Oof! Can we do this somewhere more comfortable at least? There’s a perfectly good bed upstairs and that would be nice, wouldn’t it, Baby Bat? Being in a bed would make me really, really happy.”
And it feels like he’s drugged, going hazy when the Omega under him wants a bed, wants to be comfortable with him, isn’t going to fight.
His chest starts to do something, to vibrate a low, pleased noise. It’s easy to shift his grip down and stand with Tim wrapped up in his arms, legs around his waist as Dami starts to take the spiral staircase without lifting his face from that throat.
And Tim just talks soothingly to him through the ride, nuzzling against the side of his face, arms around his shoulders while he strides.
“Going to take care of me, aren’t you? Make sure I feel nice and comfortable, maybe hold me while I’m sleeping. That would feel good, wouldn’t it? We’d be nice and warm.”
Tim puts his legs down, keeps stroking his fingers along Dami’s jugular while he throws back the covers and crawls in pulling the Alpha behind him.
He rocks them both gently, nuzzling and easy, keeping Baby Bat nice and calm until the household wakes up and the Pack can scent mark him again now that he’s presented.
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OR.
It could be a total SMUT-FEST.
Because Baby Bat presented late and is immediately followed-up by a little thing called Rut Fever.
So it could be Tim totally finding out how fucking amazing it could be when an Alpha needed him, wanted him, touched him, took him apart, goes non-verbal through it, just possessive, roaming hands and clever mouth.
It could totally be Tim flipping them over so he can kneel and fucking present to the Alpha that needs him. It could be Dami working him open, growling low and deep, licking up his spine to encourage all his noises.
And when Baby Bat finally takes him, he’s all arms around Tim’s chest, pulling him up to kiss him deeply and desperately, to make that sweetness faintly thicker with arousal. The inner voice, the instinct makes him satisfied when Tim comes twice, the second time once his knot locks into place.
It’s... right to follow this instinct when his knot finally lets him separate them, and Tim is lazily lying in the circle of his arms. It pushes him to get one last nuzzle before he staggers on weak knees to the bathroom and start the warm bath where he would wash and hold (his) the Omega. He would get to look at the bruises he left with his fingers and mouth, would get to suck more on the other side of Tim’s throat while he washed and tended him.
It might be Dami’s low growling while he holds the door closed and looms over Tim’s head, looking down at the huffy Omega with heat in his eyes again. He’ll placate with nuzzles and deep, searching kisses, eventually walking Tim back to bed, wanting to roll around in Tim’s scent while he changes from sucking and licking the Omega’s straining erection to sucking and licking the slick out of his ass.
... I mean. It could go something like that