26 years old omega mack who has absolutely no luck in relationships, his relationships always ending after three or four months, leaving him heartbroken, saying fuck these egoistic alphas every time.
enter smith, 20.
will who’s this golden boy old money alpha of the family, his future secured, his parents really chill, paying for will to live his best life with short flings and traveling all around the world with his friends.
lane tells mack he has to chill out and get laid after dealing with his dramatic heartbroken friends for two weeks after mack’s breakup. no feelings, just good sex for a better mood. so mack lowers a little bit age range, just for the love of the game, as lane said. will just always had a thing for older omegas. he liked them being much more mature and usually more experienced in bed than people his age.
and will is drooling the second he see mack’s profile, almost jumping around the room when he swipes left and sees it’s a match. texts mack immediately. doesn’t even pretend he cares about texting. mack is the most beautiful omega will ever seen and he wants to see him right now.
mack isn’t so sure at first—his heart still a little bit broken, too tired to deal with overexcited young alpha who probably won’t even care about him in bed properly, just take what he wants and leave. but he agrees to a date anyway, because there’s something about will almost literally begging him to meet that made it impossible to say no to him.
the dinner is nice. will picks him up with his big expensive car and takes them to some really good fancy restaurant, while mack expected a cocktail bar at best.
will proposes to go to his place after, just for a little drink, as he promises.
it starts just with will’s hand landing on mack thigh—palm hot and firm, and confident, moving up and down, mack’s skin burning under the touch. it’s mack who reaches out for a kiss first.
will’s mouth taste like wine and mint gum, his scent sweet and heavy dripping on mack when he covered him with himself on the leather couch, thigh already between mack’s legs, pressed right into mack’s pussy—already throbbing and wet, and wanting.
will doesn’t even try to fuck him, just dropping on his knees on the floor, dragging mack’s pants down and burying his face right in between macklin’s thighs he’s gripping on hard with his hands. he eats mack’s cunt like he a meal he’s been starving for forever, licking and sucking on mack’s clit, pushing his tongue inside, drinking the all the embarassing amount of slick leaking out of macklin’s needy hole.
mack comes on his face with the loudest moan he ever let out, his whole vision going white and when he comes back on earth, panting and flushed red, his cunt throbbing hot like never before, will’s already back on him, grinning, mouth shining wet.
"that was the most delicious cunt of my life," will whispers into mack’s mouth, his hair ruined, before he kisses macklin again.
3k of unpolished unfinished wip of willmack agegap with will having a mommy kink at the end so pls ignore if u see this and that isnt ur thing.. inspired by @aphelion228's pool boy will au ^_^
Will feels like his brain is oozing out of his ears.
His classes ended weeks ago; another year in college passed by like a train at full speed. If he were given the choice, he'd prefer to be standing on the tracks rather than be in the train cabins after experiencing that shit show of a year.
But hey, what's college if you didn't feel like killing yourself every single second the moment you wake up.
Now he's alone, bored out of his mind after his family left him for their work ("Adults don't have summer breaks, darling. Enjoy it while you can!" His mother shouts before slamming the door shut. Will wanted to shoot his head at the dread of the future, but decided against it. At least he can jerk off freely now that he's alone in the house.)
Which he wasn't able to do, by the way. He can't even get his dick up with how much the heat is fucking with his mind.
Currently situated on his bed—buck ass naked, save for his boxers—the heat around him felt torturous. The overhead fan is on its max, blasting even more hot air around the room. His skin is damp despite not doing anything all day but lie on his bed and doomscroll on his phone. He's already taken a bath twice, and still the heat persists, sweat forming on his back and temples the moment he steps out of the shower.
His laptop is thrown on the side, a video of a chick gulping down a faceless alpha's cock looping again and again. The sounds of wet gagging fill his room as he stares mindlessly at his overhead fan, his brain too heat-addled to mind the sound, or to try and get himself off, or to even move and take a shower again.
His phone buzzes. Once, twice. He ignores it, thinking its just Leno or Gabe or Leno and Gabe bothering him after the two of them rainchecked on him the day before their planned beach trip. Fuck those two.
Another buzz, this time longer. He presses on the lock button to cancel without looking, but another call comes.
He looks at the lockscreen. Sees three messages and one missed call from Toff.
Toff: u up for a side hustle kibble?
The proposal of easy money catches his interest.
Toff: ik youre not busy bud answer my call
Will: how much
Toff: u name it
Will: a hundred
Will: per hr
Toff: deal
Will: kidding
Will: What
Toff: here's the address
Will: Wait WAIT
Will: ARE YOU MAKING ME DELIVER HARD DRUGS IM GONNA PASS ON THAT
Will: IM TOO YOUNG I CANT GET ARRESTED I STILL HAVE A LIFE AHEAD OF ME
Toff: fk u mean drugs u just need to clean his pool
Will: oh ok cool
Will: wait idk how to clean the filters n shit tho lol
Toff: watch tutorials on tiktok
Toff: youre wasting your day doomscrolling on it anyway
Will: Right yeah
Will: i dont have the supplies
Toff: he already has it
Will: ok so why dont he just do it himself
Toff: do u want the job or not
Will: YES DAMN i'll take it its practically easy money
Toff: you don't need to do much anyways just skim with a net and dump the chlorine and stuff his pool's pretty maintained
Will: whtv just send me the address
Toff: Sent a location
Toff: tell him ty sent you
Will thumbs the chat bubble and cackles to himself evilly.
A hundred? Per hour? For a bare minimum pool cleaning? The guy must be stupid, or a geriatric man, or a nepo drowning in money and doesn't have the slightest idea of what to do with it. Hey, he's not one to judge; he's taking advantage of the money anyway.
—
The guy, in fact, was not a stupid young nepo baby or a geriatric man, but a fucking bombshell of an omega.
The moment the door opened, the warm, delicious scent of vanilla hits Will in the face like a freight truck. The omega in front him, for lack of a better word, is a fucking rocket—his cheeks rosy pink and flushed, hair slicked back and damp. His skin is practically sparkling, shiny with a thin layer of sweat.
"Hey, do you need something?"
And his shorts. Will made a mistake of looking down.
He's wearing the tiniest compression shorts known to man. The cloth is almost sheer with how tight it's squeezing his thighs. So fucking tight that Will can see the outlines of his pus—
"Hello?" The older omega pants out, wiping the sweat from his face with a small towel.
Will wished he could just lick it off of him.
"Oh. Uh." Will answers dumbly, looks at his phone, skims through the chat, and sees tell him ty sent you.
"Thank you sent me."
The omega looks at him questioningly, biting his lower lip and holding in a laugh. "I don't—?"
Will snaps from his daze and realizes how stupid he just sounded.
"Fuck. I mean, Ty sent me. Tyler Toffoli?"
The omega's face brightens in recognition. "Oh! Are you the pool boy? I'm Macklin, but you can call me Mack. Come in!"
Yeah, I'll come in alright. Will answers in his mind. And immediately takes it back, shaking his head in disbelief at how knot-headed he's acting like right now.
Then, Mack turns around, and Will's faced with the fattest ass he's ever seen. It's practically unreal how fucking fat it is that he can't find the words to describe it. He feels like the seams are gonna rip open the moment Mack bends over.
"Sorry for looking like a mess. I was doing my yoga when you knocked."
Will doesn't know if Mack's ass is really bouncing as he walks away from him, or if it's just his porn-brained self acting out. He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and realizes his mistake as pure omegan pheromones mixed with Mack's vanilla scent enter his nose.
He mentally scolds his dick, now sitting half-chubbed. Great. Not only is he sweating his balls out in this heat, but now he has to deal with trying not to pop a boner in front of this sweet, sweet, clueless omega.
His eyes immediately drift back towards Mack's ass as he opens them. A beat of silence passes; Will does not realize that Mack's looking back at him.
"I didn't get your name?"
"Huh? Oh! It's William. Will." Heat creeps up on his neck, feeling ashamed at Mack seeing him shamelessly ogle at his ass.
Mack's eyes squint at him, almost like he's seizing him up. Will might be imagining it, but he swears the omega's eyes pause a bit when he reaches his crotch.
Will shyly covers his dick with his hands and smiles at Mack, trying to hide the growing boner in his swimming shorts. Down boy, not now!
Mack eyes him slyly, his lips forming a smirk, and goes back to walking again—this time with his hips slightly swaying side to side.
"This way to the pool."
God if you love me, please help me. Will prays in his mind.
—
After Mack has practically yapped his ears away, apologizing for the last-minute request and telling him: "My daughter wants to have a pool party for her 7th birthday. It's tomorrow, by the way. If you want to attend, you can come! I'm sure Cat and Ty would love to have your company."
And other shit Will couldn't focus on after hearing he has a daughter. A seven-year-old daughter. He heard his heart break at the possibility of Mack being mated with an alpha—probably too knot-headed and stupid enough to leave him alone in their house.
If Will was his alpha, he'd be stuck to Macklin's side 24/7. Will doesn't care about the traditional secondary gender roles. If Mack wanted to provide for their home, Will would willingly let him and accept the role of the house husband. He can cook meals for Mack, clean the house, and he's good with kids, anyway. And the moment Mack steps back home, he'd end his day buried in Mack's pussy, with the determination to pup him up again and again and again.
"You have a daughter? But you look so young."
"It's rude to assume an omega's age." Mack answers jokingly while handing Will the cleaning supplies.
"Oh! Uhm, I thought—sorry. Nevermind."
Mack laughs at him, smacking his arm and throwing his head back. Will thinks it's the most beautiful sound that's graced his ears. "It's fine. I get that question a lot. I'm in my thirties. Still pretty young, but too old for you."
Will's conflicted. He feels like Mack's flirting with him, with the way he keeps on batting his eyelashes at him and touching his biceps. But he hits him with the too old for you statement.
Fuck that, there's no such thing as too old for him.
He's fucked around with omegas older than Mack to the point that Leno and Gabe coined him the nickname of cougar hunter.
"Thirties? All this time I was thinking your alpha just locked you down while you were in high school."
"Strike two. You don't assume an omega's mating status." Mack wags a finger at him, sighing out and feigning disappointment.
Will tries to hold himself back from perking up.
"Wait. So you're not mated?" He receives an exasperated look as a reply. Mack gestures at his own neck as if stating the obvious.
"Do you see any mating bites?"
"Damn, your alpha's dumb as fuck then."
"Will," Mack's tone drops as he sets the last bag of chlorine on the table, setting his hands on his hips.
"There is no alpha. I'm not mated. I don't give a fuck about who my daughter's father is, nor does she, so," Mack ends his sentence with a shrug.
Will's pumping his fists in his mind right now. He's practically salivating at the thought of this smoke show of an omega being a free real estate right now.
"If I were your alpha, I wouldn't—"
Mack cuts him off with a laugh. And slaps him on his arm. Again. He waves his hand dismissively while giving Will a teasing look.
"I've heard that one too many times already. Start cleaning the pool instead, yeah? I bet your friends are waiting for you to finish today so you can do whatever teenagers do these days."
And that sounds like painful rejection to Will.
But when Mack sashays away—discreetly hiking his shirt up to show his ass, walking with a slight hop on his steps that gives his ass and thighs the right bounce, Will feels his dick twitch and decides that he won't let this summer end without getting a taste of the omega of his dreams.
—
God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind.
He's currently skimming the surface of the pool. His shirt is damp, clinging to his back as the sun beats him down. Sweat is dripping down his temples, running down his face, and dripping down his chin to the concrete surface.
Fuck. He would've enjoyed this if he had a front row view of Mack's ass. Or not. If Mack was still skittering around him with those tiny shorts of his, he probably would've fainted on the spot with how fast his blood would rush towards his dick, knot popped out in the open air.
As he takes his shirt off—using the cloth to wipe the sweat off his face, a warm vanilla scent permeates his senses.
Speaking of the devil.
He thought the compression shorts were bad, but what Mack's wearing right now is worse.
He walks out of the house, wearing the skimpiest tankini he's seen in his entire life. He didn't even fathom that tankinis could look skimpy in the first place.
Mack's wearing a teal halter top, ending right at his belly button, paired with tight cheeky bottoms, tight enough that its straps were digging into his hips and finely outlining his cunt.
God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind and looks away, using all his willpower to stop himself from popping a boner.
"I made some drinks, come rest for a while!"
"I should probably finish this first."
Mack huffs, crosses his arms, and cocks his hips. "I feel bad for letting you work under this heat. Did you even apply sunscreen?"
Will manages to shake his head no. "I didn't bring one." He croaks out.
"Take a seat, then. I'll help you apply it on your back."
Then Mack bends over, which—totally unnecessary—he could've crouched or even kneeled to pick up the sunscreen off the floor beside the lounger.
Will manages to hold back groaning out loud, pressing his lips together, which resulted to a small whimper. Kinda pathetic, really, but he can't resist it when the omega bends down, exposing his ass to Will, his panties outlining the slit of his pussy.
The sun is beating painfully down on his skin; he's sweating like hell, and his dick is throbbing in his swimming shorts. Will can't believe this is what his summer break's come to.
He watches the omega lather sunscreen on his legs, rubbing the lotion on his shins, up to his thighs. Will gulps audibly at the sight of Mack's fingers digging into his pale skin, wishing that it were his fingers squeezing his fleshy thighs.
He squirts more lotion onto his palms, massaging the cream on his neck down to his chest. He closes his eyes and releases a small breathy moan after he presses hard on a particular spot on his shoulder.
Mack suddenly stops his ministrations, looking at Will with wide eyes, sight dropping down to his crotch.
Only does Will realize that he's rumbling, vibrating low in his chest, but loud enough for Mack to notice.
Mack gives him a sly smirk, lying face down on the lounger and resting his head on an arm. He turns back to Will, cheeks squished on the crook of his elbow.
"Can you help me out?"
Will drops the net, holding himself back from jumping Mack as he walks towards him.
And since he's stupid and horny as fuck, he trips on his own feet as he nears Mack.
His face was so, so close to planting right on top of Mack's ass, avoiding him by an inch as he managed to stop himself with a hand on the lounger.
The heady musk of sweet, sweet omega slick, mixed with the chemical smell of sunscreen, assaults his senses, almost sticking to the back of his throat.
Oh. Mack's wet.
This feels like a start of a porno. His mind unhelpfully supplies.
Like, those pornos with terrible plots. Ones where the single omega MILF opens the door for the pizza delivery guy while wearing the skimpiest clothing, or where the alpha accidentally trips out of thin air and faceplants his mouth on the omega's pussy.
Will feels a tug on his head. Mack has already turned his body around without Will noticing.
Usually, the pornos start out with terrible, cringey lines, like—
"Wanna have a taste?"
And Will dives right in, pressing his nose directly onto Mack's slit, taking in a deep breath.
His eyes almost roll to the back of his head at Mack's heady scent, mouthing at his pussy above the cloth. He moves the offensive cloth—holding it in place with a finger, licking up a fat strip from Mack's hole up to his clit and circling the tip of his tongue around the engorged nub. Mack releases the most delicious moan he's ever heard, hotter than the chicks he's fucked in college.
"Will!" Mack screams out in pleasure as Will focuses on his clit, alternating between sucking and softly biting the nub.
Will feels like he's in heaven, lapping up the slick gushing out of Mack's pussy like a starved man. Mack grips the crown of his head harder, pushing his face deeper into his pussy, his slick completely covering Will's lower face and dripping down his chin.
"C'mon, c'mon pup," Mack moans out, throwing his head back as he grinds his cunt harder into Will's mouth. "Make mommy come on your mouth."
And fuck. Will almost blows his load on the spot. One of his hands goes down on his shorts, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing around the knot that's slowly growing.
His other hand creeps up on Mack's cunt, spreading his lips and exposing his hole to the air. Will gathers his saliva in his mouth and spits directly on the hole, rubbing his saliva around with the pads of his fingers before he enters, immediately setting a fast pace and fucking his fingers upwards as he sucks on his clit.
Mack releases a whorish moan, his thighs clamping and squeezing Will's head as he comes, squirting on his mouth like a fucking waterfall, his cum splattering on his cheeks and neck, dripping down his chest. Will slurps all his slick up loudly, his tongue replacing the fingers on pussy, prolonging his orgasm.
"Fuck. Baby, enough." Mack tries to pull his head away, but Will resists, pushing his face in further and continuing to lap up his slit. Mack feels the pain of overstimulation creeping up his spine.
"Will, that's enough!" He kicks on Will's shoulder, successfully unlatching his mouth from his pussy.
Will looks debauched, his pupils dilated that only a thin ring of blue is visible, his lips spit slicked with remnants of Mack's come dripping down his chin, covering his cheeks and neck. Mack knew he was a squirter, but he'd never experienced gushing hard enough that his partner looked like a fucking wet dog.
Mack looks down, seeing Will's arm beneath the waistband of his shorts, a damp, wet spot present on the front.
aaaaaaand will fucks mack on the lounger, pounding into the omega's pussy as he tries to dampen his noises with his hand covering his mouth.
"f-fuck, fuck, will," mack whines out loud, voice still loud despite the hand on his mouth, his pussy slick splashing will's crotch every time he drives in hard. "s'good, so good baby. c'mon, fuck me harder."
will gives up on trying to silence mack, uncovering his mouth and instead gripping his plush thighs, giving them a hard squeeze before pushing them up up up, putting mack into a textbook classic mating press.
mack releases a delicious moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as will slows down, opting for deep, hard thrusts, targeting his spot dead center with his cock. his pussy gushes out slick consistently; will thinks the omega might've been peeing on him, delirious with the onslaught of pleasure given to his pussy.
"s'good? am i doing good?" will pants out, his lips pressed tight to mack's ear.
"yesyesyes baby, fucking mommy so good," mack's words get cut off as he cums, his release catching him off guard.
will doesn't relent. he brings a hand down to his pussy, fingers rubbing tight circles around his clit. mack's legs shake as his orgasm is prolonged, eyes permanently rolled back to his head as will continues to pound on his pussy. the lounger is practically soaked with mack's slick.
"can i cum inside you mommy? please?" will whines, desperation seeping in his voice as his thrusts become erratic. "w'nna knot you, w'nna fill you up with my cum 'til it takes."
mack gasps out, his hands flying to will's shoulders and scratching deep, red lines along his back. the thought of being pregnant again, his belly swollen with life and tits heavy with milk, shouldn't turn him on this much, especially since will is practically a kid, barely out of fucking college. but the said kid is scrambling his brain—and his guts—with how fucking good he is with his cock, knowing where and how to hit all the right spots without mack even instructing him. and the way he whines out with a breathy, pleading voice just hits right for mack.
"yeah, yeah go ahead baby," mack rasps, his throat scratchy from how loud he's been moaning his heart out. "give me your knot. pup me up. make me a mommy again."
with a few thrusts, will pops his knot in his pussy, locking the two of them together as spurts and spurts of his warm load cover mack's walls. he buries his face on mack's neck, mouthing and licking at his scent gland, sobs of mommy, mommy, mommy spilling out of his mouth as his hips continue to rut into his pussy.
Will had never been able to knot anything. Not his hand, not a toy, not even another person. At first, he’d put it down to inexperience. Perhaps alphas had to properly come into themselves before that happened.
But then he went to Boston College and dated a few omegas and betas alike, alas, nothing. It was embarrassing, hearing Leno jeering on about the amount of omegas he’d fucked and knotted. So Will then put it down to a medical problem because surely a young and healthy alpha like himself should be able to knot without any problem. Having accepted that conclusion, Will pushed the entire issue down, focusing entirely on hockey and the NHL draft.
Fast forward to being in the Sharks, and the issue was too hard to ignore. It wasn’t only the embarrassment of his problem that was weighing down on Will, but also the pain. The base of his cock throbbed, a dull yet prominent pain. It was a constant: at practice, during games, and even worse, hanging out with Mack.
He’d tried over-the-counter medication to numb the pain. Completely useless. And Will had even tried massaging the base, tentative fingers, all soft and careful. It just made it worse.
And at first, he could ignore the agony. Will knew it was there, was too aware to forget, but once on the ice, it was easy to brush off. But as the months went by and the regular season progressed, it worsened. Significantly so that Will couldn’t even walk without a sharp shooting of pain encasing his dick.
Macklin had always been far too aware in terms of Will. It’s not like he knew of Will’s problem - Will had never told Mack, or anyone, for that matter. But Mack was always able to pick up on any little shift in Will’s behaviour. It was like an intuition of some sort, programmed solely to Will. And so when Will was hunched in on himself, writhing softly in pain, in a hotel room in the middle of fucking Florida of all places, it was no surprise when Mack soon padded over. Buttery-soft scent all burnt with worry.
Will hadn’t wanted to tell Mack. Really, he hadn’t. What sort of an alpha would admit to the prettiest omega that he was unable to knot? But well, the truth tumbled out, all slurred and shaky, eyes a little wet, “Icantknot.”
“What was that?” Mack breathed out in response, pretty face twisted in worry. His hand carded through Will’s sweaty hair, body perched at the side of where Will lay.
Will shook his head in response, too humiliated to repeat the truth that had haunted him since he’d first presented. So all he could say in response was, “Hurts so bad.” Which was the complete, and utter truth, if the continuous ache was anything to go by.
And Mack. Oh, sweet and loving Mack could only coo at that.
It took a while that night for Macklin to finally draw out a coherent sentence from Will, in which he managed to explain the whole knotting situation. But when he had, Mack didn’t even really speak. Didn’t tell Will how it wasn’t normal, or how he was lesser-than, like Will had expected.
No. Instead, Mack’s eyes were all tormented with worry as he shoved his shorts and panties off, steady hands pulling Will’s own pants down, too. Momentarily, Will was stunned, having never thought that Mack would even consider him as more than a friend. But once the shock wore off, Will wanted to tell him that it was no use. No matter what, he wouldn’t be able to knot. And hell, the thought of not being able to knot Macklin made the whole situation seem far worse.
But Mack just pressed a little plush peck to his lips, the first kiss they’d shared. “ ‘M gonna make the pain go away, Willy,” Mack whispered before his sopping cunt encased itself around Will’s cock in a single, fluid movement.
The raw sensation was like no other. Mack’s pussy was just all wet and soft, the insides silky. It felt like he was made especially for Will. Just as Mack was propping himself up on Will’s lap, readying himself to start riding, Will’s knot grew. It was so sudden, and it caught both Mack and Will off-guard. He’d never knotted, and yet, just being inside of Mack, no movement or nothing, was enough.
Will groaned, in relief and in pleasure, head thrown back. His cock spurted, ribbons of come painting the inside of Mack, sort of like a branding. Macklin smiled, a satisfied little thing before he cantered his hips, his pussy grinding itself around Will’s knot. It wasn’t long before Mack, too, was coming. His hole twitching around Will’s knot as he moaned, all high and needy.
It was safe to say that Will could knot. He wasn’t medically troubled, or shy, or anything. It was Mack. The entire time, his body had been saving itself for Macklin.
(We’re going to ignore how I haven’t even gotten 1000 words into my current a03 WIP, yet I’m writing this.. Anyway. Lavender’s going to pretend this did not come to her as she was eating ice cream.
P. S. This is now an added fic on a03! I extended it, so if you want to see it fully, here’s the link <3)
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Omega Mack who’s neck is so sensitive. Not just around his scent gland, starting below his ears, down on his neck, to his shoulders, the back of his neck too.
When Will figures this precious info after a particularly heavy and reckless make out session after a win it’s really over for Mack.
Sometimes Will stands behind him while making his breakfast and start to kiss and nibble and Mack has to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone when his body goes almost limp and his vision dark.
Then Mack is stressed out and Will leans in and starts kissing and biting, his sharp teeth dragging over Mack’s sensitive skin, leaving him entirely to Will’s mercy.
Other times they are cuddling on the couch and start to kiss and it only evolves from that.
It not only makes Mack near delirious but he can’t control his sounds or his body anymore. Will has to hold him, because his legs are barely functioning, he lets out lewed, loud moans and gasps and whines what he absolutely has no way to stop. Eyes dropping closed and his scent growing so sweet too fast. He slicks up immediately and he would feel embarrassed if he wouldn’t know how much Will loves it too.
Having his omega so vulnerable each time, being trusted like that. Something only he gets to do anymore, something only he gets to see and hear and make Mack feel. Having Mack squirm and bare his neck for more.
It’s a foreplay and sometimes it’s a quick solution satiating Mack until they can be alone, giving him immediate pleasure without anything too scandalous. Sometimes he puts his hands in Mack’s pants, having him sprawled out against his chest, legs open, getting distracted during a movie, his fingers caressing him lazily for so long, until Mack has no other option to come when his canines graze around his gland.
It starts out when it’s just the two of them but picks up soon after, Will pulling Mack into his lap and attaching his mouth to Mack’s neck on the bus or the plane when they have any semblance of privacy. His hand over Mack’s mouth to muffle his sounds even if nothing can help the way his scent changes, giving them away immediately. He only pulls back when Toff throws a balled up sock to his head, with a hissed out “quit it, Smitty!”
I feel like mack would love cockwarming. he loves when it’s just him and will when they have movie nights because that means his hungry pussy can be filled by wills big fat cock.
mack loves feeling full of his alpha and will loves the feeling of macks warm, velvety walls around his cock. they love cock warming so much that any time they are able to, mack has wills cock in his pussy. sometimes mack even prefers it to getting fucked and knotted.
he wears crotchless panties and a loose t-shirt that goes down to his mid thighs so he’s always ready to sit on his alphas cock. he also loves falling asleep being full. he just loves his alphas cock and will certainly isn’t complaining.
mackussy so good will falls asleep with a hand either tucked between mack’s thighs right up against it, or just fully cupping mack’s cunt through his underwear. on one hand it’s hot - like temperature hot - and mack ends up whining that he’s overheating, sweating from will draping all over him and feeling him up in the night. on the other hand, it’s fucking awesome because so many mornings, mack wakes up horny and with will’s hand already pressed right up against him, he can just hump it until he comes. then fall right the fuck back to sleep because will didn’t even wake up. is still just holding him through his underwear which is now soaked through.
