repost bc i realise this is better as a video instead of a link lmao, trap back & tiny dorian in the date everything intro sequence :P not a lot of unique text/dialogue but the voice acting is diff and i thought that was inchresting :>
Tags: Doriancest, Anal Sex, Spit as Lube, Bitching, A/B/O Dynamics
Feel free to read on ao3 if you prefer!
Fic under the cut.
It was never often that the Dorians would traverse the house. They always stayed a post, guarding every door to ensure the unwanted stayed out and the wanted stayed in. Front Dorian, the most professional Dorian, stood guard at the front. He could hear some arguing occurring towards the back of the house, specifically between Back Dorian and Laundry Dorian. Front Dorian grumbled, sighing as he stepped away. His eyes narrowed and face hardened as he walked to the back of the house. Back Dorian had yelled off Laundry Dorian - the ladder walking away in an annoyed manner. Front Dorian directed his gaze to Back Dorian, seeing the back of his head and suit jacket.
“What’s all this then?” Front asked, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he approached his opposite.
Back Dorian looked over his shoulder at Front Dorian. “Go ask Laundry Dorian if you care to know.” The more ornate one raised an eyebrow at the harshness of his counterpart. His face narrowed more and he stepped closer to Back Dorian.
“Right, and where do you get off, talking like that?”
“I’ve been straight with you, have I not?” Back Dorian spoke, his body tense. “Now, go away.”
Front Dorian took a moment to blink. He could not believe his counterpart had such a mouth on him. He clicked his tongue before promptly shoving the side of Back Dorian’s face against the door. The last thing he was going to take from another alpha was attitude. Everyone would get along whether they liked it or not.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way. We are equals,” Front Dorian said in a harsh tone.
Back Dorian scoffed. “We’re barely even that. Even ask the human what they think next time you see them.”
“I won’t need to. I know where I stand with you.”
Back Dorian gritted his teeth as the wood of the door pressed against his face, straining his jaw whenever he spoke. He gasped softly as Front Dorian pressed his body against his back.
“Besides, I could just show you,” Front Dorian whispered in Back Dorian’s ear. “Especially now that you’ve given me the perfect opportunity to knock you down a few notches, and to make an example of you.”
Back Dorian gasped as he felt Front Dorian’s free hand grab at his hip to pull his ass back. The hand that was at the head moved to the front of his neck, wrapping loosely around it. A strained groan left Front Dorian’s lips as he ground himself against the other’s ass and Back Dorian recipocated with a low gasp of his own. His alpha instincts screamed at him to resist, to fight back and not accept such an outcome. He was meant to keep omegas and betas in order, not become another alpha’s bitch. Oh, but how Front’s hard bulge grinded against his ass, showing that he had a rut flaring up, it beckoned Back to simply accept the fate. Front Dorian’s thumb tilted Back Dorian’s head to the side, seeing his counterpart try to grab at the door with futile effort as his teeth grazed against the skin of his neck, right above the collar. Front’s mouth trailed up, tongue flicking at the metal of Back’s sliding lock piercing before speaking into his ear.
“See how much better you do like this? Quiet, not willing to run amuck and cause chaos with our others?” Front whispered. Back Dorian glared daggers at his ornate other, scowling.
“Quiet you,” Back Dorian harshly said. A sigh passed Front Dorian’s nose. There was no getting through to him, huh? He wasn’t going to go through with this, yet his rut flared up and with how Back Dorian even pressed up against his hard bulge, his was too - probably why Back was more defensive now.
Both of Front Dorian’s hands trailed down to Back Dorian’s belt line, heavily petting at the bulge right below it. His body pressed tighter against the other’s to ensure he’d stay in place where he belonged. Back Dorian hissed through gritted teeth, jaw clenched with tension. He reluctantly bucked his hips into Front Dorian’s hands, a moan getting caught in his throat. With that blush on his face, there was no mistaking that the submissive alpha was enjoying this. Back Dorian couldn’t even recall the last time he had got this kind of attention from anyone - be it alpha, beta, or omega. He had toyed with the idea of Trap Dorian but was more focused on his post than possibly staking claims. There were moments he’d hear some of the Dorians indulging, but he was just as stern as his front counterpart, and now here they were. Front Dorian groaned a bit more as he rutted more against Back Dorian, the fabrics separating them still.
“You will learn to behave yourself. You are not the first Dorian I’ve had to rein in,” Front Dorian said in a firm voice. Back Dorian simply bit his tongue, tense with the urge to not submit to Front - stubborn man that one.
Back Dorian chewed on his lip as he looked down and watched Front Dorian’s hands unlocking his belt with extreme ease. It lessened the agonizing pressure on his straining cock, even more when his pants and underwear were pulled down. He let out a sigh of pleasure as Front’s hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a few firm strokes, precum beading at the tip.
“Already hard?” Front laughed softly. “God, you’re worse than Bedroom Dorian.”
All Back Dorian could do was blush and attempt to protest, proving to be a fruitless endeavor. “Q-Quiet,” it still came out as harsh, just not as confident. He shut his eyes and let his forehead rest against the door as he pushed his ass back against Front Dorian’s crotch and then moved forward into his fist. This rhythm continued on, pheromones even spiking and melding together. They smelled the same minus for stronger hints of something earthy from Front Dorian - blame it on the excess of fungi from his former glory of being the wood in a tree. The door clacked as one of Back Dorian’s hands clutched at the locked doorknob. He was an absolute mess under Front’s attention.
“Leaking all over my hand here,” Front whispered in Back’s ear. His teeth grabbed at the chain that connects the earcuff to the piercing, gently tugging it back and eliciting a moan from Back.
“Fuck,” Back panted, his face now flustered as he bucked his hips more. He watched himself in Front’s fist, seeking how badly he just needed some kind of sweet reprieve.
“You’re all right,” muttered Front. He stilled his hand as he worked on his own pants, sighing as his cock was finally freed. Front spat in his hand and rubbed it against Back’s asshole, getting it wet the best he could. He slid his cock between the cheek and put his hand at Back’s hip, rutting more properly against him. Both of them moaned as they simply felt one another, pleasure coursing through their veins with pheromones mixing in the thick air they breathed. Back was still being resistant to some degree, weakly protesting but it fell on deaf ears. Front spat in his hand once more and slicked his cock up. He wasn’t going to give mercy to Back, not when he treated one of the omega Dorians like shit. Front was the one who kept everyone in line.
Back Dorian tensed and harshly gasped as Front pushed into his ass, the only source of lubricant being the saliva. There was no prep, he didn’t deserve that mercy. Front wouldn’t pity his poor soul. Back clutched harder at the doorknob, his other hand trying to get a grip on the doorframe. Front panted in his ear as his hips began to move, watching himself burrow into his tense ass.
“Tight fucking arse. Shite,” Front grunted. He pulled back slightly after bottoming out, not giving Back the time to adjust. He spat down onto the length of his cock before pushing back in. At the very least, Front started off slow no matter how badly he wanted to simply breed Back like a feral animal against his post - that’d come in due time. A pained groan left Back Dorian’s mouth as watched Front’s hand continue to stroke his cock, just at a slower pace as he was more focused on fucking him. The pace is firm yet slow, eventually picking up speed as Front grew more accustomed to being in Back. The last thing he needed was to prematurely knot the other alpha. The submissive alpha was trembling, holding onto the last semblance of diminishing dominance. A desperate whine left his throat to which Front Dorian’s pride swelled at. He snapped his hips hard, at the same time also grabbing Back’s throat with one hand. A loud left Back’s throat, arching his back and pushing his ass back on Front’s cock.
“Fuck!” Back moaned like an omega in heat.
“There you go,” Front laughed softly, breathless, and smiled. Back reached back with one hand and grabbed the back of Front’s neck after knocking his hat off to the floor. Front adjusted his footing and shifted his hands to the other man’s hips, bringing his them back more. He began to thrust more firmly into his other, skin beginning to slap as the two lost themselves to their immense ruts. The sounds that contributed to the symphony of pleasure were that of their shared pants, moaning, groaning, and the words of harsh praise from Front Dorian.
“Maybe you were meant to be an omega,” Front whispered against Back’s neck before mouthing at it.
“J-Just keep going.”
Front Dorian gladly obliged.
His hips moved faster, his body sweating just as much as the other’s under his clothes. Back Dorian gripped his cock and began to pump it, eager to feel all he could. He certainly did once Front Dorian struck that sweet spot inside him, drilling into it and making more moans elicit from Back Dorian, effectively getting closer to fully bitching him. Back’s knees buckled under him as grasped tightly at Front’s neck and the doorknob. He felt the pleasure swelling in his cock as he stroked it faster. Front’s teeth bore down upon Back’s neck, latching hard as he ruthlessly thrusted up into him. The bulb of the knot began to take shape on both of their cocks, but only one man would get knotted. Back moaned louder, enough for the entire house to hear. His head dipped back against Front’s shoulder, exposing his neck even more now to which Front took the opportunity to mark up.
“You’re going to take my knot,” came the unhinged growl from Front.
Back Dorian nodded, breathless as he spoke. “Give me it.”
He was fully broken in and somehow that was the tipping point for Front. He buried himself into the tight heat, groaning before it got cut off as he roughly bit Back’s neck, ensuring a mating mark. Back gasped in shuddered breaths as he came on his own hand and along the wood of the door, his own knot swelling as he pulsated in his own hand. He whimpered at the feel of Front emptying himself into him, slumping against him.
“That’s right,” Front whispered. He licked at the fresh bite to soothe it down, the saliva being the salve on the tender pain. Back Dorian whimpered and felt Front’s arms wrap around his torso.
“Front—”
“I know. It’s okay. You just need a reminder every now and again, love.”
