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For an alpha, there’s hardly anything in the world better than the prospect of fucking a beautiful omega through their heat.
Lohen has had the honor of being Illuga’s chosen heat partner several times now. Each has been truly fantastic – even outside of his heat, fucking Illuga stupid is one of Lohen’s favorite pastimes – but this time, Illuga has, amazingly, agreed to try something new.
For Lohen, an alpha with somewhat unusual tastes, there’s hardly anything in the world better than the knowledge that his beautiful omega is currently in heat and waiting for him, suffering all the while.
Lohen goes about his day as usual, not a thing out of the ordinary except that he carries Illuga’s heat scent, freshly baked bread and strawberries, on him. He fucked Illuga this morning when Illuga’s heat began, making sure to really bathe in his scent before leaving. Now, the extra-sweet scent is impossible to miss.
No one dares comment on it, but they don’t need to. He sees the other alpha knights’ pupils dilate and their nostrils flare as they try and fail to discreetly track the scent’s source. When they eventually realize the scent is radiating from Lohen, they’re left with nothing but disappointment; there’s no vulnerable omega around for them to stick their dick in, just another alpha, boasting about the omega he’s banging on the regular.
Their jealousy is delicious. Watching their faces fall offers a brilliant distraction from the instincts constantly pestering him to immediately drop everything and return to his needy omega. It’s a constant struggle, fighting so hard against his innate desires, one he’s never really had the pleasure of indulging in before.
The amount of physical pain it causes him surprises him. His teeth ache, desperate to bite, his scent glands throb, desperate to spread his own scent, and his cock is so damn hard it hurts, desperate to breed. He’s never felt this way outside of rut before. But since he’s not in rut, his mind retains enough clarity to enjoy the experience. It’s not exactly the kind of pain that really gets him going, but it’s maddening in its own worthwhile way.
Lohen goes about his day as usual, but if he doesn’t actually manage to accomplish anything productive, that’s neither here nor there. There’s an omega in heat waiting for him; surely he can’t be blamed for his shortcomings. Besides, he’s taking the next two days off to spend entirely with Illuga, one whole day less than a typical heat-leave.
The hours tick away slowly. But for as restless as Lohen feels, Illuga must be feeling a thousand times worse. His precious little bird must be absolutely miserable, the poor thing. It’s a miracle that Illuga agreed to this. Really, it’s a miracle he puts up with Lohen at all. Someone as perfect as he is could do much, much better than a vice captain with a penchant for pain.
But until Illuga finally realizes that, Lohen will make the most of their time together.
When he finally lets himself into Illuga’s home, he’s greeted by the scent of freshly baked bread and strawberries, two of his favorite things in the world. It’s almost overbearingly sweet. Despite Illuga’s anguish, which would typically sour his scent, he’s in heat, so his scent only grows more cloying when distressed, his body doing everything it can to attract an alpha to him.
At Illuga’s own suggestion, Lohen gagged him before leaving. If he hadn’t, Illuga would have spent the hours yowling until his voice gave out. As delightful a song as that would have been from the lovely little bird, he wants Illuga to lose his voice after screaming from the pleasure Lohen gives him, not before. Not that that was Illuga’s concern; Illuga was instead worried about crying so loudly he might disturb his neighbors.
Lohen lingers in the bedroom doorway, savoring the sight before him: Illuga, half on the floor, half on the bed, red ropes carefully binding him in place. He’s shaking like a leaf, and Lohen has never seen anyone so beautiful. Keeping his distance is one of the hardest battles he’s ever fought. But like any other battle, the more Lohen is made to struggle, the sweeter the victory becomes.
Lohen left Illuga in an uncomfortable position for any omega in heat to be stuck in. Illuga’s knees are pressing into the floor, as they should be, but his chest lies flat on the bed. His instincts are screaming at him to present properly, to put his face and chest to the floor and wiggle his ass in the air, but he can’t. He’s tantalizingly close, yet still so far. It must be terribly frustrating.
On a whim, Lohen decided to keep Illuga in his panties, a tiny, frilly pair that complements his eyes. Illuga’s slick has, of course, long since soaked through, dampening the baby-blue fabric and leaving a small pool on the floor between his legs. Lohen figured the slick-soaked panties would be another source of discomfort, but Illuga might be too out of it to notice or care.
Slowly, Lohen approaches his caged bird. As soon as Illuga hears him, he perks up, letting out small, whimpering noises muffled by his gag. Spit leaks from the corners of his mouth, leaving a messy trail down his chin. So damn beautiful.
“Hey there, Birdie.” Lohen casually leans against the bed next to Illuga, running a hand through Illuga’s soft hair before removing the gag. Illuga gasps, gulping down air. It must have been difficult crying with that in.
“You’re b-back,” Illuga slurs, blinking up at him with his gorgeous, teary eyes. Lohen can’t help but reach down to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb, cupping Illuga’s cheek. Illuga nuzzles into his hand, smiling.
“Of course I am. You didn’t think I’d leave you here all alone forever, did you?”
“N-no,” Illuga shakes his head, but Lohen can tell that part of him had worried that Lohen wouldn’t ever come back. Lohen knows that despite the many, many assurances otherwise, Illuga’s omega brain couldn’t help but worry he had been rejected and abandoned.
Lohen smiles back at him, sincerely, then bops him on the nose. “No lying allowed. Be honest.”
Illuga struggles to find his words, blinking rapidly, breathing labored. “I w-worried a-a bit,” he confesses. “Missed you.”
“You missed me, did you?” Illuga nods as enthusiastically as possible. “So if any other alpha had walked into this room, you’re telling me you wouldn’t have immediately begged for their knot?”
Illuga hesitates, frowning, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I… I don’t… that’s not...” He looks so conflicted, it’s adorable. He sniffles as if he’s about to cry again.
Lohen shushes him, “Shh, it’s okay. I already know how slutty you are in heat; there’s no need to hide it. I could smell your dripping cunt the second I walked in.” Illuga doesn’t try to deny it, not when he’s literally wearing the evidence. “It must hurt a lot, huh?”
Illuga nods again.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Lohen coos, cupping Illuga’s cheek again. Illuga tilts his head, pressing his nose as close as possible to Lohen’s wrist scent gland and inhaling deeply, shuddering. “But you can keep holding on for me, can’t you?”
Illuga’s eyes are pleading. His lower lip juts out just so, making him look a bit pathetic. Still, despite his suffering, he reluctantly agrees, “Yes.”
“That’s my good Birdie.”
Lohen stands and slowly strips, keenly aware of Illuga’s eyes zeroing in on his cock. Illuga struggles against his binds, shaking his ass as much as he can, trying to entice Lohen into fucking him already.
He so badly wants to. But seeing Illuga so pitiful and weak for him sets all his nerves alight with cruel desire. Illuga’s suffering is unbelievably sexy, and Lohen can’t help but prolong the torment for a while longer.
Naked, Lohen settles himself on the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He takes his cock in his hand, gently stroking himself. What gives Lohen a bit of relief only adds to Illuga’s annoyance, being able to see an alpha’s cock but not being able to touch it. He makes a show of it, slowly pleasuring himself while Illuga watches in frustrated silence.
Obviously, his hand is nowhere near as good as Illuga’s sweet cunt, but it’s enough to take the edge off. Lohen relaxes, really letting himself get comfortable, and truly enjoying the sight of Illuga’s flushed face and wet eyes. Lohen’s eyes never leave Illuga’s face; Illuga’s eyes never leave Lohen’s cock.
Lohen sure is one lucky bastard.
He throws his head back a bit, groaning every now and then, just to let Illuga know how good he’s feeling.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Lohen says, voice husky. “Couldn’t stop thinking about your little pussy. Not for a second.” Illuga shivers. It goes without saying that Illuga hasn’t stopped thinking about this, either.
“Got to make everyone mad, carrying your scent around with me. How many alphas do you think are jerking off tonight, thinking about your heat scent?” Lohen continues, not bothering to filter himself. “I bet each and every one of them would have mounted you the second they laid eyes on you, all helpless and dripping wet. Would you have preferred that? Being with a nice alpha who actually gives you what you need?”
Lohen’s words have Illuga panting. It’s clearly a struggle for him, but he eventually shakes his head. “No,” Illuga forces out, breathless. “Only… want you.”
His heart does something ridiculous at that. Oh, Illuga, don’t you know I’m unworthy of your affection?
“Say it again.”
“Just want… you…”
“Again.”
“Only you… Lohen…” Illuga whines his name, and Lohen couldn’t stop himself if he tried. His orgasm rips through him, and he groans, enjoying the way Illuga’s whines grow louder and more anguished as he lets his cum spill over his fist.
Illuga is crying again. Lohen offers his fist to Illuga, who looks at it for several moments, like he’s debating if getting Lohen’s cum in his mouth is worth the possibility of not getting it in his cunt. Before Lohen can take it away from him and deny Illuga either, Illuga’s tongue darts out to lick up the cum. He visibly relaxes, getting an alpha’s cum in him at all making him feel a little better.
How can someone so perfect exist in this world?
When Lohen’s hand is completely and thoroughly cleaned, he gets off the bed and kneels behind Illuga, between his spread legs. He takes his time leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way down Illuga’s spine, Illuga shivering beneath calloused hands that grip his hips. So slowly that even he gets impatient, Lohen carefully removes Illuga’s panties, revealing his cunt like he’s unwrapping a present – which he is, really.
Lohen’s breath catches in his throat.
Illuga’s poor little pussy, so pink and pretty, is glistening wet and swollen with need. If Lohen were a better man, he would feel some amount of regret for allowing something so soft and delicate and good to suffer for so long. His instincts are certainly giving him shit for it.
But Lohen has no regrets, especially not as he dips the tip of his finger into Illuga’s hole, barely penetrating, just enough to gather a bit of slick. Lohen sucks the slick off his finger, internally melting at the sweet taste that is just so Illuga, and trying not to laugh at the way Illuga desperately tries to push his hips back to get more of Lohen inside him.
Lohen does this again and again until Illuga is finally pleading and crying out, “Please! It hurts! Lohen!”
Lohen’s cock is hard again. He takes that as a sign it’s finally time to end Illuga’s suffering.
Lohen leans in to whisper in Illuga’s ear, “Since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you what you need. I’m going to cut these ropes off you, and you’re going to lie on the bed on your back. Can you do that?”
Illuga nods, practically vibrating with the anticipation of relief after so long.
Illuga’s chest heaves as he does as Lohen asks. On the bed, he spreads his legs wide and shows off his cute pussy. Lohen’s ability to resist temptation fizzles out, replaced by his own aching need.
Wasting no more time, Lohen slots himself between Illuga’s legs, lines up his cock, and shoves himself fully inside with a single thrust.
To Lohen’s immense amusement, Illuga’s eyes squeeze shut as he writhes, his back arching off the bed as he screams. His cunt contracts rhythmically around Lohen’s cock, so impossibly warm and wet, coming just from the relief of finally being penetrated. Lohen knows, without a doubt, that Illuga could not even begin to fathom how beautiful he looks in this moment. If this were the last thing he ever saw, he’d die happy.
Nothing in the world feels as good as Illuga coming on his cock. He needs more of it. He’ll never get tired of it.
Lohen fucks Illuga as hard and as deep as he possibly can, just as Illuga deserves. As soon as he sets his fast pace, Illuga reaches up, grabbing Lohen’s head and pulling him down onto his body, guiding their lips together.
Illuga kisses him as frantically as Lohen fucks him and moans into his mouth to show his appreciation. He grabs onto Lohen’s shoulders and wraps his legs around Lohen’s hips, desperately clinging on to Lohen as he gets pounded into.
The hours of throbbing pain and emptiness have made Illuga’s pussy so unbelievably tight. Lohen didn’t know that could even happen, but what a wonderful discovery it is. Illuga feels so damn good around his cock, Lohen knows he won’t be able to last. It’s unfortunate, but Lohen is more than willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to him over the next two days.
“Feel that? You want it?” Lohen says against Illuga’s lips. He slows his thrusts to more of a grind, letting Illuga know what he means. Illuga nods, his misty eyes blown wide, clutching Lohen even tighter and wordlessly asking Lohen to give it to him. As much as Lohen would love to, Illuga is just too much fun to tease.
Lohen pulls his body off Illuga’s just enough so that he can reach between them and grab the base of his cock. Illuga gasps, panicked, between his moans, comically horrified by Lohen’s threat to knot his own hand instead of his cunt. Illuga rocks his hips, as if he could take Lohen’s knot by force without moving his hand first. Lohen stops moving altogether just to watch Illuga struggle.
“No, no, no,” Illuga sobs angrily. His nails dig deep into Lohen’s back, seeking to hurt. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t!” After all the pain and waiting he’s had to endure today, it’s the threat of Lohen knotting outside him that has him breaking down. What a perfect little bird you are.
“Can’t I?” Lohen taunts.
Illuga’s face is furious. “If you don’t knot me, I’m kicking you out. I’ll go find some of those nice alphas you mentioned and take their knots instead,” he snarls.
“Alright, you win,” Lohen quickly concedes, letting go of his still-forming knot. But Illuga isn’t satisfied with that, pushing at Lohen to get off him. He does, stomach sinking at the thought that he might have pushed Illuga too far.
Illuga glares at him as he turns over, settling on his knees, face and chest to the bed, presenting himself properly. “I think my alpha should knot me now.”
Lohen’s heart does something silly again. He’s not Illuga’s alpha, not by any stretch of the word. They’ve just been sleeping together for a while and helping each other out with their cycles. Lohen has not placed a bite on Illuga’s neck and has no intention of doing so, even if he refers to Illuga as his omega in the privacy of his own mind.
But now is not the time to fuss over the semantics.
Lohen mounts him, chest to back, pushing his cock deep inside at the perfect angle to satisfy Illuga’s instincts. He pulls his hips back just to snap them forward, not as fast as before, but with far more power behind them. “Is this what you wanted?”
Between his sweet, punched-out moans, he tries to say a few words, but soon gives up and just nods.
Lohen’s knot pushes up against Illuga’s hole with every thrust, close to finally slipping in. “You want my knot? My cum in your pussy?” Illuga quivers beneath him. Lohen can feel how close Illuga is, too, and it spurs him on.
He keeps going, unable to stop himself or filter his brazen thoughts. “You wanna get knocked up? Carry my pups?” Lohen can picture it, and he groans at the idea. “Fuck, you’d look so good with your belly all big and round. Your cute little tits swelling with milk… fuck.”
With one final strong thrust, Lohen shoves his knot inside. Illuga screams again as he comes, his need finally met, his cunt squeezing Lohen’s knot as it swells and locks in place. Lohen comes too, pressing his lips against Illuga’s sensitive neck scent gland, his hips stuttering as he fills Illuga with his cum for the second time today.
For some time afterward, Lohen’s head is filled with nothing but the scent of freshly baked bread and strawberries.
Eventually, Lohen maneuvers them onto their sides, both of them hissing as Lohen’s knot painfully pulls against Illuga’s hole before it’s deflated enough to slip out. They sluggishly settle against one another, finding comfortable positions to wait out the next twenty or so minutes of being stuck together.
As badly as he wants to wrap his arms around Illuga, to hold him as close as possible while his cock is still inside him, he hesitates. Lohen’s never voiced those particular fantasies before, not even during his ruts, and Illuga’s never called Lohen his alpha before, either. Illuga’s in heat, in an altered mental state, and not his normal self. Lohen knows better than to take Illuga’s words to heart. Besides, Lohen doesn’t even want children for at least another decade, and Illuga is taking birth control.
Still, he stares at Illuga’s unclaimed neck, so close to him and completely exposed. Lohen could easily lean in and bite down before Illuga could even hope to stop him. He wants to; fuck, does he want to make Illuga his.
Lohen knows well that there are only so many of his wants he can indulge in with Illuga. He wanted to make Illuga suffer, and Illuga, the beautiful fool, let him. But he won’t allow himself this, not when the consequences for Illuga are far greater than a few hours of discomfort. Lohen could never be that cruel, especially not to someone like Illuga.
Lohen is surprised when Illuga eventually wiggles off his cock and flips over to face him, remarkably cognizant. “Figured you’d be fast asleep by now,” Lohen comments.
Illuga looks a bit sheepish. “Ah, well, I might have fallen asleep for a while when I was alone, and after everything, I’m still feeling a bit keyed up…”
Lohen raises an eyebrow. “You fell asleep, huh? Guess I’ll have to stick around to keep you awake next time,” he muses, mostly to himself, unsure whether there even will be a next time. He supposes he should have anticipated Illuga’s uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere and at any time to kick in, even while enduring heat pains.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was absolutely hell on my instincts, especially in the first couple of hours. I struggled so much that I exhausted myself,” he laughs nervously. Cute. “But then you came back and…”
“And?” Lohen gently prompts, feeling a pang of nervousness as Illuga’s tone turns somber.
Illuga stares at Lohen’s chest, rather than meeting his eyes. “And I realized how happy I was that it was you. Not any other alpha, just you… My alpha.”
“Birdie,” he sighs wearily. “I’m not your alpha. Nor should you want me to be.”
Illuga is angry again. “If you’re going to keep up your shitty ‘I’m not good enough to be with you’ attitude, then you might as well see yourself out now. I lied about finding another alpha; I’d rather just get through this heat alone, without needing to wait on you to come back.”
“Illuga…”
“You know how I endured all those hours of heat torture? Knowing it was you who would eventually come back to me, that made all the misery worth it. You came back to me, so don’t you dare act like you don’t deserve to be here.”
Lohen just stares at him, his mind going blank like he’s the one in heat, not Illuga. Illuga narrows his eyes, jabbing a finger at Lohen’s chest.
“If my knees weren’t absolutely killing me – and I will blame you for that – I would climb on top of you and bounce on your dick and sit on your knot again and again until you finally get it through your thick skull: I want you. Got it?”
Lohen, like the moron he is, tries to argue with the pissed-off, beautiful omega before him, who is insisting Lohen actually means something to him. “You’re in heat, that’s not –”
“I am in heat, and I’ll still want only you once you fuck me out of it. I don’t let you do all this to me because I’m some poor, helpless creature who can’t take care of myself. I let you do this because I trust you.”
What can Lohen even say to that? How can he possibly express how fucking wild it is to him that Illuga, who is so warm and kind and talented and amazing, trusts him? So he says the only thing he can think to, “I love you,” he murmurs. “You know that, right?”
Illuga’s eyes immediately soften, his anger dissipating. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
Lohen closes the short distance between them, pressing their bare bodies flush together and bringing his lips to rest against Illuga’s forehead. “Once your heat is finished, we can talk about this more, okay? Just kick my ass if I keep being an idiot. Actually, kick my ass even if I’m being reasonable. Please.”
Illuga laughs, short and sweet, and Lohen is so hopelessly in love with him, this incredible Lightkeeper with the prettiest eyes and the most beautiful heart. “Alright. We’ll talk after.”
Illuga isn’t his omega, not yet, but perhaps soon. The thought that Illuga actually, genuinely, enthusiastically wants to tie himself to Lohen with any sort of permanence has him lightheaded. Maybe this entire day has been one long, fantastic rut-induced fever dream.
“What are you thinking about?” Illuga asks after Lohen falls silent.
“You’re going to need another knot soon, so… Are you sure your knees are too sore to climb on top of me and bounce on my cock? Because that sounds really hot.”
Illuga huffs and rolls his eyes, but Lohen can see the fondness in them. “The things I do for you…” Yet Illuga pushes Lohen onto his back and does just that.
Even if this were a dream, Lohen knows Illuga would still be right beside him, patiently waiting for him to wake.