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The club was loud.
No nonsense, no bullshit, no three layers of strobe lights and a fog machine level of theatrics.
No, it was just… loud.
And Carlos enjoyed that far more than the intricate and uppity clubs that Lando usually dragged him to. They were the kind that looked at you as if you’d grown a second and third head if you asked for a plain beer, like the kind swishing around in the bottle he was currently nursing.
But this wasn’t Lando’s breakup, so Carlos got to choose.
“What about that Beta over there?” Lando yelled, his face way too close as he gestured toward a group of girls giggling in the corner.
Carlos all but sighed. “Which one?”
Lando kept pointing, making himself so obvious that one of them looked over and started laughing at them. But Lando, having no shame, simply winked back in response.
“Take your pick.”
Carlos shook his head. “Not really my type.”
“Fine by me.” Lando laughed, placing his empty glass on the counter and making his way over.
Carlos rolled his eyes and took another swing. He was taking it pretty slow because, without having someone to go home with, he’d rather just focus on caring for his broken heart and not adding a hangover with it.
If he was being perfectly honest with himself, a one night stand had been exactly the kind of night that he had been hoping to have. Finding a random body to forget the name of by morning could have been the perfect way for him to blow off some steam, but none of the ones he’d seen so far felt right.
This wasn’t a “we dated for a few weeks and ended things last night” sort of breakup, this was a “I was ready to ask you to marry me and then came home to a note telling me you were running off with the friend from work that you told me not to worry about” sort of break up.
“I wouldn’t call myself an expert,” A voice said to his right, “but aren’t wingmen supposed to go with the person they’re trying to get laid?”
Carlos could have sworn that he had only ordered a few rounds of drinks all night, one of them still sitting halfway full on the counter. But just then, as he looked at this stranger’s face, he felt intoxicated beyond repair.
Those eyes locked Carlos into place, a mysterious mixture of blue and green that he thought was only possible in the ocean. The slight parting of their lips felt more seductive than the colors of a radiant flower to the vision of a humble worker bee. Just to the side of his nose was a small beauty mark that Carlos wished to dedicate religions to, worshiping it for all of his days.
He breathed in through his nose, practically tasting the sweet flavor of freshly picked cherries.
Omega.
And exactly the kind Carlos needed.
He tried not to play into stereotypes, but sometimes the Alpha inside of him needed to return to his biological instincts in order to reset his sad human brain.
“What if I’m a terrible wingman on purpose?” He questioned, unconsciously stepping forward. “And I just want to keep the best for myself?”
The omega smiled at him, revealing an exquisite set of dimples that Carlos wanted to plunge his tongue into. “Ah yes, then obviously you are forgiven.”
Oh, he was going to be perfect.
“Carlos.” He said, holding his hand out.
The omega took it without hesitation. “Charles”
Carlos eyed the drink in his hand. “What have you got there, Sharls?”
“Why? Do you need a recommendation?” Charles asked, running his finger along the rim of the sugared glass before dancing tip along his tongue.
He is perfect.
“I wanted to know what to ask the bartender for when I order you your next drink.” Carlos slid himself closer, just enough to brush their feet together.
But Charles slid even closer, slotting his legs between Carlos’. He placed his drink on the counter and lifted his lips directly next to Carlos’ ear.
“How about you order us a cab instead?”
So, so perfect.
***
Carlos struggled to get his keys into the lock as Charles sucked on his neck. He pressed the omega further into the door, hoping to stabilize himself from the wriggling creature below him.
“Calm down,” he growled, “and let me open the door.”
With a whine, Charles removed his lips and rested his head into the crook of Carlos’ shoulder. His breath was warm and distracting, but not as distracting as the feeling of his tongue smoothing over the indents left by his teeth.
“Faster.” Charles groaned, moving his hip against Carlos’ leg just as the key clicked into the lock. Carlos pulled Charles off of the door to swing it open, dragging them both inside with a laugh.
Tomorrow, he may have to apologize to his neighbors for the noise that they made as they yelled and giggled and shoved each other up against every possible surface leading into Carlos’ apartment.
Tonight, he is throwing Charles over the dining room table.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” The omega laughed, reaching forward and pulling Carlos in by his shirt collar.
The alpha planted his hands on the table, holding himself up as he hovered over his prey. He could feel his own breath hitting Charles’ skin while he decided which part of him to take a bite out of first.
“Hurry up.” Charles whined, pawing at the button on Carlos’ shirt.
He was a writing, wriggling mess, frantically grabbing at Carlos to bring him closer. The Spaniard could smell his arousal pooling below the damned layers of clothing keeping them apart.
Carlos gently stroked Charles’ face with his index finger. “Patience, mi amor.”
He ducked down for a brief kiss, less fierce than when he’d been praying for the apartment lift to break down so he could have pinned him against the mirrored wall and thrown the omega to his knees.
Instead, Carlos trailed his lips along Charles’ body until reaching the buttons of his wide legged jeans. He worked excruciatingly slow as he pulled the fabric apart, tugging them down until all that was left was a pair of red lace panties soaked so badly that it was nearly see through.
Carlos nudged his nose along the outline, dipping his tongue underneath to taste the slick through the fabric. It was just as sweet as any other omega he’s tasted, but with a hint of something else. Something… Charles.
Hell, Carlos didn’t even know who Charles was, barely remembered his last name at this point. But what he did know is that if a thousand perfect little omegas were lined up, exposed with no other way of identifying, he could find this one without a second thought.
“What did I say about hurrying up?” Charles complained again, grabbing at Carlos’ hair.
Reaching up, Carlos placed his hand over Charles’ and squeezed his fingers tighter.
“And what did I say about patience?” He growled, pulling the fabric down between his teeth.
Finally exposed, pink and pulsating, Charles’ cunt nearly drove him insane with how it was pulling him in. Absolutely delicious in appearance and Carlos was determined to discover whether it would conduct the same result on his tongue.
With Charles’ grip on his hair ever tighter, Carlos’ assumptions were confirmed with a single swipe of his tongue across the omega’s folds.
Something inside of Carlos’ brain seemed to rewire itself in that moment. A circuit snapping into place, igniting every neural pathway all at once as the taste of pure, undiluted Charles entered his system.
He licked. He devoured. He darted his tongue in and out of Charles’ perfectly tight hole while he nudged his nose up against the hard bud that sent even more tugs and pulls to his scalp. Charles was screaming, writhing, unable to remove himself but unable to stand the assault he was undergoing.
“Fuck, fuck-” He gasped, his other hand gripping the table. He was practically thrusting into Carlos’ mouth.
Carlos was all too willing to oblige, planting his hands on either side of Charles' hips as he let the whimpering omega ride his face. It wouldn’t be long now, at least not based on how Charles’ legs kept trying to wrap themselves around Carlos’ shoulders.
“C’mon, baby,” He growled, keeping his lips connected to Charles’ tender flesh as he spoke, “let go for me.”
With one last swipe of the tongue, Charles’ body tightened while the orgasm pulsated through his body until it finally went limp. Carlos merely leaned back on his heels as he licked the slick from his lips and palmed at himself through his jeans.
He was harder than he’d ever been before in his life, but the alpha inside him was, for the first time, holding him back. Like it sensed that the omega in front of him needed to wait. Needed to be cared for.
Carlos slowly raised himself from the ground, walking gently around to Charles’ side. Seeing him in this post orgasm haze, those tiny clicks within his brain continued to lock into place.
“Wh..What are you waiting for?” Charles laughed, rolling his head back.
Carlos didn’t know. He didn’t know why he felt like a dog at the end of its leash, leaping forward and trying desperately to drag its owner along with him. And he certainly didn’t know why he was supposed to be playing both dog and owner in this situation.
“Shirt. Off.” He gasped, reaching for the buttons of his own. “Now.”
The energy that had dissipated though Charles’ orgasm returned, yanking the fabric over his head like the command had been one held by gunpoint.
Carlos, on the other hand, was not so quick with his movements. He took it slow, languishing in the way that Charles watched each button give him more access to the sculpted chest underneath.
As the fabric sild over Carlos’ shoulders, Charles began to trail his own fingers down until he was touching himself, playing with the overstimulated puffs of skin still dripping with slick and saliva.
Once he reached the buttons of his jeans, he could see the omega bite his lip. Charles threw his head back, a thumping sound against the table reminding Carlos that they had barely made it two steps into his apartment before ravishing this complete stranger.
A snarl left his lips as he bent down, picking Charles up and throwing him over his shoulder. The omega desperately clawed at his back, thrashing about as he was carried into the bedroom, but not in an attempt to be released. At least, not until he was thrown onto the bed.
Landing with a bounce, Charles whined as he watched Carlos finally peel away at the jeans and briefs that were hiding what he really came here for.
“Please…” He whined, backing up onto the pillows, legs spread divinely. “Alpha…”
Carlos grabbed Charles’ ankles and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, feeling the reins on his willpower loosen a bit. His cock slapped against the omega’s inner thigh and he could feel his knot beginning to form before even getting the chance to stake its claim.
He reached, as well as he could without stepping away, for the bedside table before having his wrist grabbed mid air.
“It’s okay.” Charles gasped. “I’m on the pill.”
The reins had to tighten again while Carlos asked “Are you sure?”
Charles nodded his head. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
With a groan that ripped out of his throat, Carlos dove forward and sealed their lips together. Charles arched himself up, pressing their chests together as his hands wove themselves into the threads of Carlos’ truly unruly locks with microscopic tugs that only served to drive him even more crazy than before.
Slowly, but without any hesitation, Carlos slid his fingers in between their pressed bodies and sunk two of them deep within Charles’ cunt. He was so tight and so ready for him, pulsing and pulling in the appendages to give him the relief that he was chasing so desperately. The slick only made the slide more devastatingly beautiful.
Carlos worked at him, carefully kneading Charles open until he pushed a third finger alongside the others.
He is perfect, Carlos’ mind repeated to him. I need to make this perfect.
His perfect little omega twitched at his thighs, pulling Carlos’ hips closer. The base of the alpha’s shafted brushed oh so delicately against where Carlos’ fingers had disappeared to and practically forced them to grid their hips in unintended synchrony.
“Please,” Charles whined, an absolutely inhumane sound, “I, oh my god, I need you.”
Pulling his hand back, Carlos lapped at his own fingers because he knew in his soul that it would be a sin to let a single drop go to waste. He was nearly drunk off the stuff already, but no liquor in the world could inebriate him long enough to stay unfocused on the task at hand.
A final kiss, a final nip at Charles’ lips, Carlos lined himself up and pushed.
For merely a moment, the two of them were completely still. Hot open mouths breathing into one another as the powerful waves of something washed over them both.
Everything felt so intense, like the world had suddenly gone into high definition. The air was crisper, the colors more vivid, but none of that mattered when the only thing that mattered was the pulsating energy between them.
Carlos pushed even deeper, inching his way through the cautious new reality that they’d entered. He’d nearly gotten himself up to the hilt the first time and had to will himself to keep going and not breed Charles that second.
Charles himself seemed to be struggling, his thighs quivering as they pressed into Carlos’ hip bones. He was practically shaking in Carlos’ arms, something Carlos had also been feeling. His fingernails were digging into the back of Carlos’ neck as he pulled him even closer for what was less of a kiss and more of a mashing of two faces together.
Having enough of his own patience, Carlos slowly pulled himself back before properly thrusting forward.
“Fuck.” Charles hissed into his mouth. “More.”
More is what perfection deserves, Carlos thought, so more is what he’ll get.
The feeling of restraint fell free from his shoulders as he began pounding into the omega so hard that he could feel the bed shaking. Every thump of the headboard against his wall would only anger Carlos’ neighbors more, especially as they were paired with the grunts and mewls of the man under him.
The base of Carlos’ knot was expanding, barely holding on as Charles held him closer with his legs. One moment there was clarity beyond anything he’d ever experienced and the other was a drift through the haze as his body performed on the most glorious autopilot. It was feeling as though there was something just under the surface of his skin clawing its way through him. Needing this, needing Charles.
Needing to knot.
“Can I-”
“Ugh, just knot me already, you idiot!” Charles panted, biting onto Carlos’ shoulder.
And like a good alpha he was, Carlos did as he was told.
There was only thought in his mind as he came down from that high, locked in and pumping Charles full.
Charles.
Is.
Perfect.
***
When Carlos normally awakens from a night of rather successful love-making, the worst that he will feel is a sense of exhaustion from his rather enthusiastic activities.
But when Carlos woke up after that night, he thought he was dying.
He was sweating, his head throbbing and making him feel so lightheaded that he practically fell on his way to the bathroom. There, he held his head under the sink for several minutes while the water cooled his fiery skin, feeling like a thousand ants had dug their way under. The side of his neck especially itched, the realisation of that causing Carlos to fling his head upward and inspect the area.
To his somewhat muted relief, there were no bite marks. But the thought of it snapped him out of his physical torture to remember just why he would have assumed he’d been bitten at all.
“Charles?” He called out, peaking his head around the corner.
But there was no response.