Love me some bratty omega Will, but hear me out, soft and cuddly omega Will. Like stealing Mack’s clothes soft but even that’s not enough, he’s gotta be closer, so he crawls underneath Mack’s shirt/sweatshirt
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Mack wakes up to the soft rustle of sheets and the faintest sigh, the kind that tugs right at his chest. It’s still early—barely dawn if the pale light peeking through the blinds has anything to say about it—but there’s a familiar warmth pressed close against him, a gentle weight that makes him smile before his eyes even open.
Will.
Of course it’s Will. His omega.
Mack blinks the sleep from his eyes, turns his head just enough to see Will curled up beside him, wrapped in Mack’s giant hoodie—the navy one with the faded Sharks logo and the fraying cuffs that Will insists is the most comfortable thing on Earth. His face is half-hidden in the collar, nose tucked in like he’s trying to breathe Mack in whole.
Mack doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches. He always feels a little awestruck when he wakes up like this—to Will, soft and sleepy and safe. His omega. His whole damn world. He shifts a little closer, careful not to wake him yet.
Except—
“You’re awake,” Will murmurs, voice muffled but unmistakably smug.
Mack snorts. “You were faking it?”
Will lifts his head, revealing the flush on his cheeks and the mischievous glint in his eye. “Not faking. Just…waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“This.” Will doesn’t elaborate, just scoots closer until he’s practically in Mack’s lap. Not that Mack’s complaining. He automatically opens his arms, and Will settles into them with a pleased little sigh.
“You’re so needy in the mornings,” Mack teases, nosing into Will’s hair.
“Only because you make me feel safe,” Will mumbles. “And warm.”
“Yeah?”
Will hums, but it’s not quite enough today. Not for him. Because a moment later, he’s tugging at Mack’s oversized sleep shirt.
“What are you doing?” Mack asks, watching with amused confusion as Will pushes up the hem.
“Getting closer,” Will says simply, like it should be obvious.
And then he’s crawling beneath the shirt, wriggling in until his arms are wrapped around Mack’s waist, face pressed to his chest, breathing slow and content.
Mack just…melts. There’s really no other word for it.
He wraps his arms around the lump of his omega under his shirt, running his hands up and down Will’s back slowly, soothingly. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, but it comes out so fond it might as well be a love letter.
“You love it,” Will says, smug even when his voice is going all sleepy again.
“Yeah,” Mack says, quiet and reverent. “I really do.”
There’s a pause. Then, softly: “You know you’re everything to me, right?”
Will doesn’t say anything for a second, and Mack thinks maybe he’s already drifting off again. But then there’s a soft squeeze around his waist, and Will’s voice, muffled but certain:
“I know. You are to me too.”
Mack holds him tighter.
And if they don’t move from that position for the next hour, well…there’s nowhere else either of them would rather be.
