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Till can recognize the smell of alpha in rut like the back of his hand at this point in his life. The smell is strong enough that it nearly makes him drop to his knees when he crosses the threshold of the home he shares with his boyfriend, Ivan. Luckily, he manages to steady himself by placing a hand on the wall.

He can taste the smell of rut on his tongue, it is thick enough to let him know the rut is here, but not pungent enough for Ivan to be in the woes of it yet.

Ivan had called Till an hour ago while the omega was at work. His voice had been so low and desperate that Till had almost started slicking just from the sound, practically digging his nails into his thigh in an effort to distract himself.

Good thing Till’s boss, Luka, understands the needs of an alpha in rut. He’d let Till leave early and approved his leave for the next week, knowing the omega would be busy.

Since Ivan was still cognitive enough to call, there should still be more than enough time to get the muzzle on him. Once Ivan’s full rut hits, all rationality goes out the window for both of them and bad decisions will be made if given the chance. It doesn’t matter who is in rut and who is in heat, instinct takes over at that point. Till knows that better than anyone.

Sure, they could throw caution to the wind and mate now, since they’re both adults with jobs, but Till is positive his mother and Ivan’s father would explode. They want them to wait a few more years before making such a commitment.

They’ve been dating for a few years, yes, but they’re still young and if they bite each other, other things will soon follow and well, Till has a promising career ahead of him in the music industry. Ivan, being the son of a successful businessman, has embraced the life of being a nepo baby and his schedule is quite busy these days as well. There’s absolutely no time to play house. It’ll only lead to a mating full of distress since they won’t have enough leave to be with each other like nature intended.

Now, if you were to ask Ivan, he would say they’ve waited long enough and he’s more than ready to seal the deal. He’s wanted to bite Till from the moment they first kissed, probably when they first met. The alpha has never quite followed society’s expectations, especially not when it comes to Till. He tends to throw rationality out the window quite often and follow his instincts. Some find him intense but Till finds Ivan’s unorthodox ways interesting. They certainly keep the omega on his toes from time to time.

In the woes of rut, Ivan loses himself, mostly because of his dynamic and because of his adoration for Till. Ivan is human after all, a slave to his desires, and he’s made it abundantly clear that Till is the greatest of them all, despite the omega slapping him on the back of the head at the mere mention of it.

Till is quick to blush and easy to make squirm but he can’t help it, not when Ivan is constantly saying shit like that to him in private and public. Ivan likes torturing him, likes whispering filthy thoughts about biting the omega while they’re knotted together, even more if Till is in heat. He loves pulling a reaction out of Till, no matter the cost.

Still—despite Till’s reluctance to any displays of affection toward his boyfriend, he does love Ivan. He just isn’t crazy enough to let the alpha bite him so muzzle it is, for both their sakes. He can’t even imagine the trouble they’d get to if Ivan had free range and how much Till would let happen, too knot-drunk to care about rationality.

Till thinks the muzzle is hot. He blushes at the mere thought of it like someone, Ivan specifically, can read his mind. He can’t help it though; he enjoys muzzling Ivan far too much and watching the alpha drool and growl behind it. Ivan doesn’t fight the muzzle, he knows better, and he does everything in his power to make his presence known, fucking Till stupid until the sun rises and digging his fingers into the omega’s skin.

One day, Till will whisper in Ivan’s ear after things have settled, when the room is filled with a mixture of their scents, Ivan’s knot is deep in him, and everything seems right in the world.

During Ivan’s rut, Till will be nice…nicer than he usually is. He knows mating cycles are hard and recognizes that Ivan practically worships him when his heat hits. It’s the least he can do and well, he does get fucked stupid on every surface of their home for days on end, so it's not a bad deal.

There’s something hot about having an alpha like Ivan at his mercy and being at his mercy in return.

Ivan might suffer during his rut since he gets muzzled, sure, but it’s not like Till doesn’t suffer during his heat in return. He might not be as insane as Ivan, but he does get collared, just in case he gets fucked too stupid and ends up asking the alpha to bite him when rationality leaves him behind.

It’s happened a few times and well, they’re both only so strong, Ivan especially, considering he tends to act on impulse when the omega is involved, so muzzle and collar it is.

Currently, Till feels beyond stupid as he gets his shoes off and shrugs off his coat, feeling like there’s honey being draped over him. Ivan’s scent in the air makes him feel weighed down, making him move slowly, but he knows it's only his pheromones reacting to the alpha in rut. They demand he find Ivan, find his pseudo mate, and help, just like Ivan would do for him.

Instinct is a hell of a drug.

Till should’ve known Ivan’s rut was coming earlier than usual. He’d woken up with an inch under his skin he couldn’t quite scratch. That’s usually a good indicator of something being amiss. Ivan had also been more clingy than usual, wrapping around the omega like an octopus and refusing to let go.

Till had indulged him, letting the alpha practically crush him in his embrace for a few seconds longer than he usually did. If he let it go on for more than that, the omega would’ve never gotten out of bed and made it to work.

Of course, Ivan is clingy by nature, always having to be touching Till in some way, let it be gently or teasing, there’s hardly an in-between when it comes to them.

This dates back to when they first met after Sua, Ivan’s friend, and Mizi, Till’s friend, started dating during their early days of university. They’d all attended a fancy private performing arts university that only a select few got into, Anakt Garden University.

Till had only seen Ivan from afar, always surrounded by people, so he’d decided long ago that he didn’t like Ivan, and he barely liked Sua, considering that he felt like he was losing Mizi, his only friend, to her. It wasn’t easy for Till to make friends to begin with at Anakt Garden, being the scholarship, gifted child while most people there were talented and rich. He stood out like a sore thumb.

Ivan, popular alpha number one, seemed to be intent on making Till’s life impossible from the first moment they were properly introduced to one another, always messing with the omega and picking fights. Till thought, Ivan was insane, annoying, and had a staring problem while everyone thought the alpha lovesick.

Till would’ve never guessed he would end up here, dating the jerk who seemed adamant about taunting him every second of the day. But all of that considered, Ivan is a good boyfriend, clingy sure, a little weird, yes, but not bad. His ruts on the other hand…well, those are a beast of their own.

This morning, Till had to physically pry Ivan’s hands off him so he could get out of their nest. He was nearly late for work because of it and all Ivan did in response was whine and shove his face back into the sheets, sheets that probably reeked of Till’s slick from prior activities the night before…

Till barely gets a few steps into the kitchen of their home when he’s bombarded by Ivan. The alpha sends them down onto the floor, wrapping hot arms around Till, and shoving his face into the omega’s neck. The alpha is barely clothed, wearing only a pair of boxers.

They land in a mess of limbs, Ivan on top and Till on the bottom, and almost immediately, their pheromones start to mix. Ivan scents Till with impatience, sighing in relief as he breathes in the omega’s scent.

“Ivan,” Till grumbles, placing his hands on Ivan’s naked shoulders. His eyes flutter and his body starts to react even faster now that Ivan is touching him. The cold floor is a hard construct to Ivan’s scorching body.

Usually, Till is levelheaded and shy when it comes to affection, especially the physical kind but when Ivan gets like this—desperate and possessive, it’s enough to break the omega and make him want.

Ivan’s skin is burning to the touch, letting Till know the rut is running fiercely through the alpha’s bloodstream. Ivan is sweaty, panting, and painfully hard in his underwear as he bears his full weight on Till, caging the omega against the cold floor.

“Till,” Ivan growls, lapping at Till’s neck before sinking teeth into the meat of the omega’s shoulder, making them both hiss from the sensation and relief it brings them. It’s not quite near the spot where Till’s scent glands are but it’s close enough.

Till feels like the air has been punched out of his from the bite but he gladly bears it, knowing Ivan is probably feeling a horrible, desperate need to claim and scent him right now. Sanity goes out the window when instinct takes over, warning Ivan of other potential alphas and betas that are lurking in search of a mate. Ideally, he’d probably love to lock them away from the world if he could, somewhere safe and private.

The omega imagines that if this were the past, Ivan would show no restraint, no mercy, if anyone dared approach them. Ivan can be a freak when he wants to be and Till likes that maybe a little too much, despite what the front he often puts on.

Ivan bites Till harder, making the omega whine and roll them around until he’s on top and can look down at the alpha’s sweaty face.

“Down,” Till growls, making Ivan whine again as he reaches his hands up to touch.

Like this, under the influence of rut, Ivan is so puppy-like and desperate to please. Till finds that he likes it a little too much.

Ivan must detect Till’s pleasure from his scent because of the alpha’s pheromones intensity, clearly pleased his pseudo mate is happy right now. Till’s happiness must smell like euphoria to Ivan right now in the woes of rut.

“Till,” Ivan whines, breathing harshly now as he runs his hands under Till’s shirt, touching his skin like a man possessed until he gets a good grasp of the omega’s waist.

Till swallows, feeling Ivan’s erection rubbing against him even harder in their new position. It’s rubbing against his ass with intent, seeking, wanting.

He’s getting turned on beyond belief and Ivan has barely touched him. Honestly, the alpha is turning him into some sort of pervert. It’s all Ivan’s fault. All of this. Till wasn’t so needy before giving in to Ivan. Now, when he goes into heat, he’s not satisfied until Ivan has knotted him thrice before the day has even ended.

Ivan frowns, mostly likely due to the lack of attention from the omega. He reaches up and pinches one of Till’s nipples, rolling it between his fingers to get a reaction out of him. He’s always hated sharing Till’s attention with anyone and everything, so greedy.

Till hisses and reaches down to pull at Ivan’s sweaty hair. “Ivan,” he scolds, swallowing when he accidentally rolls his hips, creating sweet, delicious friction.

Ivan says nothing and instead, turns his head and licks at Till’s wrist, acting like he might die if he doesn’t get his mouth on the omega. He’s sloppy, like a puppy, getting saliva all over Till’s wrist near his scent gland that’s located there, dragging his snaggletooth across the omega’s wrist.

Till grits his teeth and tries to ignore the feeling of Ivan’s mouth. He’s growing more and more desperate with every passing second. He doesn’t want to get too aroused because they have days of this left and the last time Ivan went into rut, Till was left sore for almost a week after.

Ivan is sweaty, hair sticking up everywhere, face blushed, and pheromones spreading like wildfire, it’s hard to resist him like this. He looks like a dream, one Till wants to bury himself in and never escape from. His instincts are salivating at the thought of the alpha, clawing at his skin, desperate for more.

Till can’t resist it anymore. He bends down and pulls Ivan into a deep kiss; one the alpha eagerly reciprocates as he props himself up on his elbows and pulls Till deeper into his lap by the thighs.

Ivan sucks on Till’s tongue, biting at every part of the omega’s mouth he can reach and licking over the bites to soothe them. He licks over Till’s teeth, laughing when Till pulls on his hair in response. He’s such a freak.

His hands keep exploring all the while, gripping Till here and there, smacking and pinching until the omega whines directly into his mouth. The sound makes Ivan buck up, grinding against Till and making them both sigh at the sensation. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

If Till wasn’t kissing Ivan right now, he’d hit him for being such a brat but right now, that’s the least of his worries. He moans, loud and dirty this time, when Ivan moves to scruff him, hard, making the omega slick in his underwear, enough that it permeates the air around them.

He feels shy at letting out such a perverse sound despite knowing their neighbors won’t hear them, this apartment is soundproof, but still, he’s always been reserved about certain things, and this is one of them.

Ivan groans at the scent of Till’s slick in the air, thrusting up and grinding his hips harder against the omega’s, probably searching for release. The movement only serves to make Till slick even more as he digs his fingers into Ivan’s shoulders as he holds on for the ride.

Using his upper body strength, Ivan sits up fully with Till in his lap. He doesn’t hesitate to run his hands down Till’s body before reaching down to squeeze the omega’s ass through his pants as he keeps grinding against him.

Till blushes, knowing that Ivan can probably feel the damp mess through the fabric. His pants are ruined. They’ll need to be burned or washed thrice at least before he can wear them again. He wouldn’t be shocked to find Ivan burying his face in them later as he tries to get off once Till falls asleep.

He knows Ivan can smell it even better now because the alpha starts thrusting up faster, harder, pulling at Till’s clothes like they’ve personally offended him. Nothing beats the feel of skin to skin so it won’t be long until Till is naked.

Till gasps and drops his head on Ivan’s shoulders, panting and drooling against the alpha’s bare skin. Ivan’s scent is strongest here, near his scent lands, seeping into Till like the best drug on the market. It’s making the omega feel weightless the more he breathes it in, getting scent-drunk the longer he keeps his nose buried in the smell.

The friction feels so good. The barrier of Till’s pants and underwear creates an exciting element the omega didn’t know they needed, rubbing against him in all the right places.

It feels good, too good. Till isn’t even in heat but if anyone saw him right now, they’d probably think he’s on the brink of it with how desperate he starts grinding his hips in response.

Wait.

The thought of anyone seeing them, Ivan especially, like this, vulnerable, makes Till’s heckles rise and glance toward the front door.

They should get up and go to the nest, somewhere safe. The kitchen floor is uncomfortable and cold. Plus, the muzzle is in the nest and they’re only tempting fate the longer they go without it.

Ivan’s rationing is slipping at a rapid pace and Till certainly isn’t making the best decisions for them when he’s slicking all over the alpha’s lap, scent-drunk, and running his tongue all over the alpha’s scent glands.

“Ivan,” Till turns his head and whispers into Ivan’s ear. He tries to clear his head now that he isn’t focusing solely on Ivan’s scent, but his attention is redirected when Ivan shoves one of his hands into the back of the omega’s pants and underwear.

Sneaky alpha.

“Yes?” Ivan purrs, holding Till close with an arm around his waist like he’s innocent and not some kind of sex-deprived monster while he grasps one of the omega’s asscheeks in his grip.

“Nest,” Till orders, trying to stand but finding it difficult when Ivan doesn’t let him go. “Come on.”

The rut is starting to cloud Ivan’s senses. He probably thinks Till is leaving him and he’s worried, thinking that there might be danger nearby. So silly, there’s no one here but them.

Sure, Till might put up a front but he cares a lot about Ivan. He’d never leave him alone during something like this. They’re practically bonded despite having no bite marks.

Till presses their foreheads together and tries to ignore Ivan’s hand that’s currently in his pants, fondling him and making him slick up even more. It’s probably all over Ivan’s hands, coating every digit.

The omega tries to focus and moves to cup Ivan’s face and tries to find clarity in the alpha’s dark eyes.

Ivan whines, pressing his forehead against the omega’s, needing them to stay close. “Stay.”

“I’m not leaving,” Till promises, thumbing at Ivan’s temples to try and calm him down. The alpha’s pheromones are heavier now, making Till’s sight hazy. “But let’s go to the nest,” he orders. “I’m not leaving you,” he reassures the alpha, pressing his thumbs harder against Ivan’s skin to get his point across. “Alpha needs me,” he mumbles, feeling himself blush at having to utter those words. He already knows the mortification will come to haunt him after Ivan’s rut has ended for saying that.

Ivan pulls Till in closer, clearly liking the reassurance. “Promise?” He asks, acting like Till has one foot out the door.

“Yes,” Till whispers, gasping when Ivan pulls away and once again, buries his face in Till’s neck and starts sucking a hickey into the skin, hard enough like he’s trying to brand the omega with his mouth. “Ivan!” He screams, grasping at Ivan’s hair.

Ivan growls, lapping at the mark like he’s more animal than man right now. His fingers dig into Till’s waist, wanting to mark. “I love you,” he professes against the skin, pressing a kiss against it before licking over the area again and again. He’s slobbery and making a mess as he aggressively scents the omega. “Till,” he whines, biting again. “I love you so much,” he keeps going, sinking his teeth into the skin again and again.

Till already knows he’ll be wearing patches and high-collared shirts for the next coming week at work once Ivan’s rut is over. The alpha always manages to leave a mess of hickies and bites all over him before Till gets the muzzle on him. Till can’t even imagine the damage Ivan would do if he wasn’t muzzled throughout his entire rut. The mere thought of it is quite enticing though so Till tucks the thought away for later before it goes to his head.

Normally, Till would feel annoyed by the marks, given his job, but he knows that Ivan’s rationality leaves him in rut, knows that marking the omega soothes him before he gets muzzled, so Till lets him have this for the moment.

Carefully, Till threads his hands through Ivan’s hair, twisting the strands tight enough that it makes the alpha moan and continue to thrust up with newfound vigor. It feels good, making Till gasp and pull harder on Ivan’s hair.

Till will admit, he likes how much control Ivan gives him during these moments. There’s something so enthralling about it. Yes, Ivan is possessive, he is an alpha after all, but he’s the type of possessive that makes Till’s mouth water. The alpha will proclaim first that he’s Till’s alpha, over and over, before ever whispering that Till is his, like he has a desperate need for him to be Till’s first.

“You’re doing so good,” Till decides to praise Ivan, knowing the alpha desperately needs it at a time like this. “So good.”

Normally, Till isn’t as brave to speak words of affection but right now, he focuses on making sure Ivan is good. He takes one of his hands and snakes it down, past Ivan’s chest, down his happy trail, and into his boxers before it settles against the alpha’s hard cock. He grips.

Fuck.

Ivan’s already leaking precum through the fabric. It makes Till’s mouth water, feeling barbaric at how much he wants a taste of it. His jaw aches with want at the mere thought.

Till starts pumping Ivan slow, trying to make every glide of his hand worth it. He slides his thumb against the slit of the alpha’s cock, tightening his hold to make Ivan groan. Ivan’s cock is thick, it’s heavy, and Till’s hand barely manages to wrap around it.

Ivan bucks up into Till’s hand, chasing relief. He wraps both arms around Till’s waist and holds on. He keeps his face buried in Till’s neck, scenting him and panting against the skin.

Eventually, Ivan cums, getting it all over Till’s hand and forming his knot. He cums at least twice while Till jerks him off and it does little to calm down his arousal, such is the life of being in rut.

Till decides to have more mercy on the alpha and grips his knot, making Ivan cum again for a third time. It’s truly an endless cycle of alpha cum from here on out but Till doesn’t mind, especially when Ivan reaches down to coat his fingers in it and proceeds to shove them into the omega’s mouth, making Till drool everywhere as he licks the alpha’s fingers clean.

Ivan watches with intent fascination as Till sucks on his fingers, looking entranced by the sight, and once again, growing hard again. Normally, his knot takes longer to come down but only when he’s buried in Till.

They make their way to the nest eventually, after going at it on the kitchen floor like they don’t know any better.

Till feels better now. He managed to get Ivan to eat and drink water before they made their way to the bedroom. Sure, he had to bribe the alpha, mostly with affection and having to strip, but it got the job done. He never thought the day would come when he’d have to sit in Ivan’s lap, naked in his kitchen, hand-feeding the alpha to get him to eat.

Now, the real challenge begins—getting the muzzle on Ivan before they do something stupid and make their parents explode from the outrage.

It’s not that Ivan gets aggressive when he has to be muzzled, far from it actually. He gets sad and pouty, because he can’t put his mouth on Till and apparently, that’s the worst thing in the world. He’s like a puppy, he likes to bite and lick to his heart’s content.

He gets this gaze in his eyes whenever Till muzzles him, looking at the omega like the man just stomped on every single one of the alpha’s dreams. Still, puppy eyes or not, the muzzle has to go on.

So, they compromise, like every healthy couple should. Of course, every couple’s comprises look different and for Ivan and Till, this means letting the alpha have his fill before he gets muzzled for the next few hours.

Till lays back in the nest, naked, and flushed, letting Ivan eat him out to his heart’s desire. It’s messy, with Ivan pressing Till’s legs against his chest as he works to give himself as much access as his heart desires.

Ivan doesn’t hold back, knowing what’s coming afterward. He licks and sucks at every part of Till he can reach, swiping his tongue through the mess of the omega’s slick like no drop of it can go to waste.

His face is probably drenched in slick at this point and even that doesn’t seem to slow him down. He’s groaning as he works, tongue plunging into Till while his fingers thrust into the omega right alongside it.

“I love you.”

“Till, I love you.”

Ivan delivers the words right into Till’s hole, creating delectable vibrations against it. It makes Till grip the nest tight from the sensation. Ivan is such an incredibly talented individual, his oral skills included. He growls right into Till, making the omega leak even more slick from the sound, ruining the alpha and the nest beyond repair. It soothes that animalistic side of Till, marking his alpha and his nest in his scent. He’d never admit any of that out loud, knowing he’d be a flustered mess if he ever did.

Till attempts to focus on the ceiling and tries to trace the pattern in hopes of distracting himself before he cums. He knows that if he does, he won’t last for the next few hours, and he’s already orgasmed once since Ivan went down on him. He’ll be sore for days afterward.

It’s hard not to pay attention though, especially when Ivan eats him out like this, with such a passion that it makes Till’s toes curl from the sensation. The alpha’s fingers seem to know just where to thrust and how deep, as if they’ve memorized everything about Till from touch alone and are eager to leave their presence behind.

It’s hard to think that those same fingers that oftentimes caress Till’s face, offer him food, pull him into an embrace, or reach over to fix his hair sometimes are the same fingers that are currently thrusting into him and splitting him open.

Ivan adds another finger into the mix, making Till’s legs start to shake and eyes glaze over with tears. He won’t last, not when Ivan is set on carving his mark inside the omega.

This reminds Till of the time they’d both been in bed, with sleep nowhere to be found despite both of them having a busy schedule the next morning. Till was facing Ivan and the alpha had his face shoved into the omega’s chest, arm and leg thrown over him as well, wanting to be cuddled, which fine. Ivan was just one overgrown puppy whenever it came to Till.

The alpha had mumbled something, asking the omega if he thought they were always meant to be together, in their current life and the next, given how well they were clearly meant for each other and how well they knew each other. The alpha swore they’d met in another life before their current one.

Till had thought nothing of it at the time, telling Ivan to go to sleep, but he’d dreamt about it, wondering if they were truly always meant to be together, no matter the lifetime.

Now, with Ivan’s fingers thrusting into Till at a fast pace, Till is reminded of that night. There’s no one else for him but Ivan, this much, the omega is positive of. No one could ever do what Ivan does for him. The alpha’s dedication alone might freak some people out but Till likes it, likes that Ivan is a bit strange.

It makes him different and well, Till has never exactly been normal about anything either. None of their friends that are in relationships act like them and hardly any alphas Till knows are like Ivan. They’re perfect for each other, in their own, weird way.

Ivan seems to notice Till’s lack of attention on him, moans and soft whines aside, and takes it as a challenge. He pulls his fingers out and goes back to eating the omega out with more enthusiasm, making Till’s eyes shut from the feeling as he sharply inhales.

This time, Till can’t stop himself or his instincts from wanting more. He crushes Ivan’s head between his thighs, reaching down to pull on the alpha’s hair to shove him in deeper, moaning when Ivan whines in approval.

Ivan laps happily at Till’s hole, probably feeling beyond proud of himself for winning whatever little game the omega was playing. He now gets to relish his prize: Till’s attention.

They’ve always been like this, even before they started dating. Till recalls once when Mizi had invited them to a yoga class she was teaching, and he’d had the misfortune of getting paired with Ivan. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the class and make a big deal out of switching, especially since Ivan seemed so giddy about being his partner.

Ivan had helped Till stretch, taking far too much pleasure from it. Till still remembers trying to get his own revenge afterward when it was Ivan’s turn to stretch, only to look down and see a sharp, pleased grin plastered on the alpha’s face as he gazed up at the omega with far too much intensity.

He was enjoying it, the sick bastard. It only dawned on Till then that Ivan was happy to receive any kind of attention from the omega, let it be good or bad. Ivan did not care; he was a freak like that, happy whenever Till acknowledged him, no matter the situation.

Now is no different, it seems. Ivan lives for Till’s attention. As long as he has it, he’s happy and well, Till likes seeing his boyfriend happy, despite his reserved demeanor.

Till tries to stay strong but he’s cumming all over Ivan’s face not even a moment later, making the alpha groan against his hole and dig his slick-drenched fingers into the omega’s thighs to hold onto him.

Ivan pulls his head away from Till’s hole and leans it against one of the omega’s thighs, looking up at him with puppy eyes. He doesn’t waste a moment and thrusts three fingers back into Till, making the omega gasp from the overstimulation.

“I love you,” Ivan confesses, fucking Till at a rapid pace with his fingers while his eyes stay locked onto the omega’s face, as if he’s afraid to miss even one second of this. “Till, I love you,” he repeats, looking awfully pouty now despite being in the woes of rut. He pulls his fingers out and spits on them before shoving them back into Till, creating an even bigger mess of things.

His gaze turns sharp now, no longer the sweet, puppy, demeanor. It’s intense, looking very much like a hungry alpha in rut now. His instincts are locked into Till now. Even his musk gets thicker, and heavier, making Till’s head spin as his arousal comes back with a vengeance, responding to Ivan’s pheromones.

One day, their mating cycles will sync and Till knows for a fact that chaos will ensue. There’s a very high possibility they’ll come out of it bonded.

Till pants, trying to find the will to respond but all his thoughts and energy are focused on the alpha’s fingers right now and his intense gaze. He tries to prop himself up on his elbows but fails miserably when Ivan twists his wrist and makes Till see stars.

“Ivan!” Till screams, throwing caution to the wind. Fuck their neighbors at this point, Till doesn’t care anymore, not when all he can think about is Ivan and the alpha’s cock. He wants it so badly, needs the man on him, in him, right now.

Ivan kisses the skin of Till’s thigh where he’s currently leaning and keeps up the fingering, making lewd noises of slick resonate throughout the place. “Cute.”

“Oh, fuck,” Till pants, wanting to feel embarrassed by the sounds and Till’s praise but his instincts seem to thrive in them, especially when he imagines the slick that must be coating Ivan up to the wrist at this point. He feels lightheaded and possessive instead.

Ivan doesn’t stop fingering him or looking at him. It’s an intense combination, making Till cum another time before he can stop himself.

“Happy?” Till whispers as he catches his breath and falls back into the nest. His thighs are shaking and there are tears clouding his vision as he pants.

“Yes,” Ivan answers, not sounding the least bit sheepish.

The alpha pulls away and sits up, looking awfully proud of himself for that as he sucks his fingers clean like he’s been starved for years. The sight feeds Till’s stupid possessiveness. Ivan doesn’t waste a moment before flopping onto Till, pulling the omega into a kiss of his own slick.

Till moans into it, cupping Ivan’s slick-covered face and pouring every emotion that he can muster before reaching for the muzzle. It’s time.

They break apart after a long moment and Ivan growls as he presses kisses to every part of Till’s face that he can reach, holding each one of them for a few seconds, as if trying to savor the taste and feel of the omega. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to lick Till from his shoulder up to his hairline, like a puppy. It’s so slobbery.

“I love you,” Ivan reminds the omega, pressing their foreheads together. His gaze is piercing and intense, dark eyes staring into Till’s soul.

Till closes his eyes and enjoys the moment before replying. “I love you too,” he whispers, feeling shy at saying it. He can’t help it, not when Ivan is staring at him so strongly and after what they’ve been up to since the omega got home.

Ivan pulls away to lean down to kiss Till’s pulse before moving south. He kisses and licks his way down from Till’s neck, all over his chest, taking a moment to suck and bite at the omega’s nipples, making Till shudder from the sensation.

The alpha continues, licking and scenting Till’s stomach, eagerly digging his nose into the omega’s happy trail, and in between the omega’s legs, desperate to leave his scent behind on every part of Till’s body. He’s so stupidly possessive, that Till hates him and loves him all the same.

Ivan reaches down and strokes his cock until he cums again. It doesn’t take long, given that he stares intensely at the omega throughout it all, making Till squirm from the attention. Ivan sits up on his knees and cums all over Till and makes sure to rub the cum all over Till’s stomach and chest, making the omega fluster and get aroused again. Stupid Ivan.

Eventually, Ivan makes his way back up once he’s satisfied with his work, and Till reeks of him. That’s when the omega strikes, clipping the muzzle on with ease.

The muzzle goes over and under Ivan’s ears and clasps together in the back, under his hair. It extends from the bottom of his chin to the bridge of his nose. It’s not too long so they can still rest their foreheads together comfortably, but it does keep Ivan’s teeth away from Till in case things get a little too crazy.

Ivan slumps against Till, scent turning annoyed, but he doesn’t fight the muzzle, just accepts his fate. He presses his ear against Till’s heart and listens for a moment, letting Till once again thread his hands through his hair to comfort him.

Till doesn’t let Ivan pout for too long. He knows what cheers his boyfriend up after he gets muzzled, he’s practically an expert at this point in their relationship.

The omega wastes no time. Once Ivan sits up against the hoard of blankets and pillows that make up their nest, Till crawls in between the alpha’s legs. He fights the blush as he moves, thinking of everything but the alpha’s gaze on him.

“Till, please,” Ivan begs, cradling the back of Till’s head as he guides the omega toward his cock.

Till’s mouth fills with saliva at the sight of it. Ivan’s cock is hard and leaking again. One would think the alpha has been suffering all day without relief when that’s far from the case. Honestly, Ivan’s stamina is extremely impressive, in and out of rut. He never seems to tire of Till, no matter how many times he has the omega. He’s a glutton of an alpha, that much Till is certain of.

Normally, Till feels shy about this but with the pheromones in the air, being covered in Ivan’s musk, and his instincts being on edge, he feels nothing but eager right now. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat, feeling mortified about what’s currently happening, weeks from now.

Till reaches down and coats his hand in slick, keeping his gaze focused on Ivan’s cock. He knows that if he looks up and meets the alpha’s eyes, he’ll do something stupid like blush even harder.

“Till,” Ivan growls when Till wraps his hand around the alpha’s cock, jerking him slowly from base to tip.

Till knows what Ivan likes by now, and knows how to get him close with a few, simple movements. Ivan, despite what most people outside of Till think, is easy to read. Till knows what every little expression and movements mean by now, given how long they’ve been together. He’s learned a lot about his friends during that time and knows how to please the alpha, just like the man knows how to please him in return.

Ivan’s hand tightens on Till’s nape, bringing him closer until the omega’s nose bumps against his cock and gets precum smeared all over it. The touch makes Ivan hiss and Till drool, eager for a taste, so he lets himself have it.

Till flattens his tongue against Ivan’s cock, giving the alpha one, slobbery lick before wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking it slowly into his mouth and preening at the growl that escapes Ivan. He keeps going, taking more into his mouth and stroking what he can’t reach, twisting his wrist just the way Ivan likes.

Ivan’s cock stretches Till’s mouth so deliciously, making Till drool out of the corners of his mouth. This feels good but it does little to compare to when Till is in heat, that’s when Ivan’s cock tastes the best. He quite literally cannot have enough of it and well, Ivan certainly has no protests to the omega keeping them in the nest for days on end.

The grip Ivan has on Till’s nape tightens, making the omega moan around Ivan’s cock. He takes it further into his mouth, almost gagging. It feels hot and heavy in his mouth, smells musky and salty, and most importantly, smells like Till’s slick.

Mine.

Till’s eyes close as he whines, fueled by nothing but instinct now. He sinks further down, fully choking on it this time. Ivan starts pushing Till down further, keeping a gentle hold on him like the omega is something fragile. It’s oddly sentimental for what they’re doing right now.

Ivan groans deep and loud at the vibrations the omega’s whine sends through him. Till preens at the alpha’s reaction, using more tongue to push the man closer to the edge and digging his fingers into the man’s thighs for support, leaving his mark behind.

It seems to work. Ivan’s knot starts to form, just slightly, probably from having the omega so close to his cock. It won’t form fully, not until they’re fucking, but just feeling it so close makes Till slick up again.

“Omega,” Ivan whines, pulling Till off his cock.

Till frowns and he’s about to protest that he wasn’t done but Ivan doesn’t give him the chance.

Ivan works fast to get them into a new position, fueled by rut and instincts. He lays back fully, and places Till on top of him, with Till facing the alpha’s cock, and Till’s ass facing him.

“Ivan!” Till starts to scold the alpha, feeling the muzzle press against his ass and his asscheeks get pulled apart by greedy, impatient hands.

He doesn’t get much else out because Ivan’s spreading him open, and thrusting fingers into him again. It makes Till’s mouth drop open as he grips the alpha’s thighs for support, letting the man’s cock brush against his face again and smear more pre-cum on him.

“Till,” Ivan begs and Till knows what he wants. “Please.”

Till takes a moment to gather himself before sucking the alpha’s cock into his mouth again, moaning at the taste. This angle is better and lets Till deepthroat Ivan more easily.

He nearly chokes when Ivan smacks him on the ass, making him clench around the alpha’s fingers. He’s such an idiot, Till is going to kill him later.

It doesn’t take long for Ivan to cum again, releasing into Till’s mouth and getting the rest all over the omega’s face. Luckily, Till has learned from past experiences and knows to close his eyes, letting the cum smear over his eyelids instead. He can’t help but wipe the cum off with his fingers and suck them into his mouth. At least Ivan can’t see him and tease him about it later.

Till feels like he’s floating right now, scent-drunk, as he cums all over Ivan’s fingers for the nth time today. The musk of alpha in rut in the air certainly isn’t doing him any favors. He feels good, so good, even better than when he’d learned about his latest accomplishment within his career in the music industry.

Gently, Ivan moves them again, making Till protest. He was already starting to fall asleep.

Till feels boneless as he lets the alpha manhandle him, letting his boyfriend give him water and making sure the man has some as well. The muzzle goes right back on afterward through, Till knows better, they both do.

He gets comfortable, laying on top of Ivan again, this time, facing him, chest to chest. The exhaustion is starting to hit him now and all they did was foreplay. Ruts can be so draining.

Till tucks his face into Ivan’s neck, letting the fatigue wash over him. Ivan isn’t too far from sleep either. He wraps tight arms around Till after throwing a blanket over them, far away from the door. He gets so territorial during his rut, like they’re back in the stone age or something. As long as it makes him happy, Till has no complaints. He already knows Ivan will probably try to hand-feed him later because of instinct or whatever.

“I love you,” Ivan whispers, squeezing Till with as much force as he can muster. His rut haze has cleared, and he’s sated…for now.

Till mumbles a response, eyelids drooping as he presses his nose against Ivan’s scent glades, breathing in his scent. It comforts him, knowing they’re together, safe, in the nest. It’s just the two of them here, no one else.

They’ll sleep for a bit, then, the real fun will begin.

It’s dark when Till wakes up. He feels refreshed and eager, already dripping slick. It’s probably due to the heavy scent of rut in the air and the alpha pressed against him. The entire room smells like Ivan, making Till’s instincts react even in his sleep.

He tries to move but finds that it’s impossible to do so when there’s a clingy alpha wrapped around him. Ivan is plastered to his back, sweaty, and already hard.

Till reaches a hand back and presses it against Ivan’s nape, finding the alpha running hot. “Ivan?” He whispers, gasping when Ivan’s cock presses against his ass.

“Till,” Ivan growls, deep and strong, making Till squirm from the sound.

It’s time.

“Let me take care of you,” Till whispers, trying to stay levelheaded when all he wants to do is roll over and let Ivan have him. He will do that, but he has to make sure Ivan is alright first.

Rut can be hard on the body, just like a heat can. The last thing they need is for one of them to get dehydrated and need someone to come in with medicine. Ivan’s instincts will freak out and not let anyone near Till.

Ivan shakes his head, softly bumping his muzzled face against Till’s head. “I want you,” he begs, tightening his hold on the omega. “Please, please, please.”

Well, there will be no talking sense into a desperate alpha in the woes of rut, that much is obvious to Till right now. He’ll just have to get Ivan to drink some water and have something to eat later, like when Till is stuck on his knot and there’s absolutely no way the alpha can deny him.

Till gives Ivan the go-ahead and the man wastes no time jumping into action.

Ivan flips Till onto his stomach with ease. It’s honestly remarkable, what Ivan is capable of when he’s this desperate, not that Till is any better when he’s in heat. Just the thought of how he acts in heat makes the omega feel embarrassed, but he doesn’t get to ponder his thoughts for too long.

Ivan is climbing over him, covering him completely, and pressing his muzzled face against Till’s nape. If he weren’t muzzled, he’d be digging teeth into the omega, making a mess of him. Ivan has always been a biter.

The alpha presses his entire weight onto the omega, pressing him into the nest. The feeling makes Till’s arousal skyrocket as he slicks even more, shoving his face into the ruined bedding of the nest and tasting them on it.

It’s not long until Ivan gets Till presenting on all fours, caging the omega in against the nest.

Till can’t help but groan in anticipation when Ivan snakes a hand down his back, taking a moment to caress the omega’s back dimples. He presses two fingers into Till easily, given how wet he is. The alpha keeps his other arm wrapped around Till, holding him close.

Normally, they take their time with foreplay, but in moments of rut and heat like this, there’s only impatience.

Ivan opens Till up effortlessly, fucking him with two fingers until Till starts begging for more, only then does Ivan add another one. It’s only when Till starts chasing the feeling of Ivan’s fingers that the alpha pulls them out, making Till whine at the loss of them.

If Till could, he’d probably bite Ivan out of annoyance and well, the alpha would probably love that and try to bite him back.

The alpha wastes no time in reaching for his cock and running it all over the omega’s crack, smearing pre-cum all over him. Ivan’s cock feels hot and heavy against Till’s hole and he’s desperately chasing after it, canting his hips back as he slides his arms up the nest to get a better position. His face is buried in the nest now and his ass is up, eager for the taking.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” Ivan groans, lining himself up.

Till nods, pushing back. He spreads his knees out more, presenting fully now as he waits. “Do it, alpha,” he begs, making Ivan growl in response.

Ivan sits back on his knees and holds onto Till’s hip with one hand, using the other to guide his cock against the omega’s hole.

They both groan at the contact.

Till, overwhelmed and desperate, throws caution to the wind, and moans, biting at the bedsheets as Ivan starts slowly thrusting his cock into him. He finds one of Ivan’s dirty, discarded shirts that fill the nest and bites down on it, drooling as the man’s scent fills his nose. Like this, he’s surrounded by Ivan.

“I like it when you’re loud,” Ivan reminds him, sounding awfully pouty about the omega not being vocal. He moans as he sinks fully into Till. “I like knowing you feel good.”

Ivan lays against Till’s back again, pulling the shirt out of the omega’s mouth and tossing it. He braces himself on his hands that land on either side of Till’s face and pulls out before thrusting back in and starting a slow, deep pace.

His presence, weight, and cock make Till lose his mind and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Fuck Ivan and his large cock, Till hates him so much. He’s made Till such a freak in bed and a size queen. Honestly, the nerve of that guy.

Till whines, loud, and lewd as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. He shivers when he feels Ivan’s drool drip onto him.

“You sound so pretty,” Ivan praises him, pressing his muzzled face against the crook of Till’s neck. His breath is hot against Till’s temple, making him clench around the man’s cock. “I want to hear more of it,” he begs, wrapping an arm under Till’s neck to fuck him deeper and hold him close.

Ivan’s cock goes deeper and Till gives the alpha what he wants as he whines again. Till reaches his hands up and grips Ivan’s arm under his neck.

“I love you,” Ivan groans, holding him close. “I’m all yours, always, always, always,” he chants, sounding out of breath as he keeps thrusting into Till.

Till moans, digging his fingers into Ivan’s arm as he tries to hold on for the ride. His instincts are purring, delighted at hearing Ivan’s words. He likes knowing Ivan is his, all his. He knows Ivan is popular, with those that know him personally and because of his job in the spotlight. There are a lot of people that want Ivan but Ivan only wants Till. That makes Till’s heart swell.

This is his alpha, only his.

“More, more, more,” Ivan greedily begs, letting go of Till and sitting up on his knees again.

Ivan grabs the omega’s hips for leverage to fuck him better. The loud squelch of Till’s slick ricochets in the room, making Till’s head spin. He can’t believe how much of an effect Ivan has on him. He can feel the slick on his thighs. Fuck, it’s probably all over Ivan’s cock and balls. Fuck, this is his alpha, only his.

Till’s moans and whines fill the air around them, mixing with Ivan’s groans and growls. It makes the temperature in the room skyrocket as they keep going at it.

It’s so fucking good that Till can’t hold on anymore, not when Ivan keeps thrusting into him this good. Ivan keeps a steady pace, knowing just how Till likes it, never too hard and never too slow.

Ivan shows no indicator of slowing down anytime soon, aided by rut and pure determination. It has Till cumming before he can stop himself, panting against the nest as the orgasm rips through him.

“Already?” Ivan teases him. He tightens his hold on Till’s hips and starts thrusting into him deeper and slower now, desperate to please. His hold on Till during his rut is always so possessive, tight, and protective, as if he’s afraid someone will come and take Till far away from him. It’s kind of romantic, in a fucked up, alien, horror, sci-fi movie kind of way.

Till feels like a pile of jelly as Ivan keeps fucking him. He preens when Ivan’s knot starts to form and begins to bully its way into his hole. It’s always a delectable stretch and Ivan has to work for it if he wants his knot milked. He’s such a puppy top, Till loves him.

Ivan reaches forward and gathers Till’s arms in one hand, folding the omega’s arms against his back as he starts fucking his knot into him. He’s growling now, all possessive and eager, as the knot starts to catch, making Till whine in anticipation.

“It’s all yours, I’m all yours,” Ivan promises, snapping his hips forward to get the knot in. “Take it, Till, take it,” he growls, finally locking them together.

Till’s mouth falls open at the sensation, feeling himself tighten around Ivan’s cock. If he felt good before, he feels even better now, stuffed full.

Ivan starts cumming immediately, flooding Till’s insides. His knot makes sure it all stays in, making Till purr in delight. It’s all instinct, Till lies to himself. He’s not really that much of an animal…

It’s only then that Till remembers they didn’t use any condoms. He should feel bad. He should be more responsible, given that Ivan is the one in rut but, well at least he remembered the muzzle…right?

Ivan lays his weight over Till again, groaning and pressing his muzzled face against the crook of Till’s neck again. His instincts are most likely telling him it’s the right time to bite Till and make it official. Instincts don’t care about social norms when it comes to mating, they want them bonded now.

Good thing for the muzzle because all Till does is reach back and grip Ivan’s hair, pressing the alpha further into his neck as he bares it, eager for the bite. Yeah, getting knotted feels really fucking good but Till bets getting bit while knotted would feel even better, at least according to his instincts.

Ivan can’t handle the sight, he growls and whines, digging the muzzle against Till’s skin. He’s drooling, desperate to bite and Till whines in response, pulling harder on the alpha’s hair, begging for it.

They’re playing with fire right now, but the burn feels so good.

Honestly, their friends think it’s a miracle they’re not mated yet. Till usually gets flustered whenever they bring it up, but Ivan just grins and looks over at Till. Shyness aside, Till gets why their friends think it’s a miracle, especially right now. It’s because they’re both insatiable when it comes to each other.

It would be so easy. All Till has to do is reach a little further down and unclasp the muzzle. Then, Ivan can bite him.

Yeah, he should do it…it would feel amazing, plus he loves Ivan. That’s his alpha.

He almost does it, but Ivan shifts his hips and makes the knot slide deliciously inside Till, making the omega moan and forget himself for a moment as he chases the feeling.

Ivan keeps trying to nuzzle him despite the muzzle. He’s so clingy so instead, he settles for bringing one of his hands up and pressing two fingers into Till’s mouth, groaning when Till wraps his lips around them and sucks.

Ivan feels heavy against the omega but Till doesn’t care right now. He likes it, likes having Ivan’s weight press him against the nest while they’re knotted together like this, with Ivan drooling all over his neck because of the muzzle, and with Ivan’s fingers stuffed in his mouth. Sure, Till feels like he can’t really breathe but that’s the least of his worries right now.

Right now, all Till cares about is how good Ivan feels laying on him, heavy, warm, and reeking of them both. It gets even better when Ivan wraps his free arm around Till and brings them even closer together.

Sometimes, Ivan will tease that he’d love to live inside Till’s skin, just move right in so they’re always together. Most of the time, Till will swat him away and tell him he’s crazy, but in moments like this, Till understands where Ivan is coming from. He could stay this close to Ivan forever and it still wouldn’t feel like enough time.

They stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow before Till decides Ivan needs to drink and eat something.

Whining, Ivan obeys and sits up with Till still on his knot.

Till clenches his teeth and tries to suppress moaning from how good it feels to be impaled on Ivan’s cock. If he moans, Ivan’s going to start thrusting into him, and replenishing himself will be the least of his concerns. Till cannot have that.

They keep a fridge of beverages and a basket of food for easy access during their mating cycles. It’s close to the nest so no one has to leave.

Once, back when they were spending Ivan’s rut together for the first time, Till made the mistake of leaving the room to go to the kitchen. He thought it would be fine since Ivan was asleep. He’d nearly jumped out of his skin when he’d turned around and found Ivan right behind him, eyes wild, and scent acidic. Ivan had thrown Till over his shoulder and carried him back to the nest, scenting him for almost an hour afterward. They’ve learned since then.

“Eat it,” Till orders as he leans back against Ivan’s chest, holding out food toward Ivan.

For the moment, Ivan is muzzle free and he’s taking full advantage. He has his face buried in Till’s neck, scenting, licking, and kissing. The only rule is that he can’t bite right now, not when there’s a chance it’ll lead to a mating one.

Ivan ignores him, wrapping his arms around Till, and keeps scenting him. He’s content to have Till in his lap.

“Ivan,” Till tries again, shivering from Ivan’s touches.

“No,” Ivan whines. “I just want you,” he says into Till’s skin, licking at Till’s shoulder now. He’s making a mess. They’re going to need to bathe eventually which will only lead to them fucking against the shower wall…

Till sighs, knowing exactly what he has to do to get the alpha to eat. He takes a bite of the food and holds it between his teeth, gently knocking his head against Ivan’s to get his attention.

Eventually, Ivan looks up, all puppy eyes, and takes the food. He’s such a freak but Till purrs when their lips almost touch. He likes it just as much. They’re both crazy.

Till does it again and again until he’s sure Ivan has had enough food.

He offers Ivan water and frowns when Ivan shakes his head and tries to kiss him.

“Water first,” Till orders, turning his face away from Ivan to show the alpha that he means business. “You know the rules,” he reminds the alpha. “I won’t…kiss you until you have water,” he says, feeling shy at having to speak the words out loud.

Ivan whines but takes the water, drinking it in one go. It’s honestly impressive, the things Ivan will do when there’s Till involved.

“Now,” Ivan growls, turning Till’s face back toward him and pulling him into a kiss.

Till gasps against Ivan’s mouth, relishing in the kiss, even more, when the alpha pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it. Till can’t exactly turn to face Ivan all the way, given that they’re still knotted together but they make it work.

Ivan doesn’t waste a moment, sliding his hands all over Till’s chest. He pulls at Till’s nipples, making the omega hiss into the kiss from the sensation.

The knot finally goes down but Ivan’s hard again and he starts thrusting up almost immediately, not that Till has any protests.

Ivan reaches down and slides his arm under Till’s thighs, pulling them back against the omega’s chest as he plants his feet and starts thrusting. He wraps his free hand around Till’s neck, keeping the omega close as they continue to kiss.

There’s a mixture of cum and slick escaping Till’s hole as Ivan fucks him again. It should be nasty, but all Till feels is arousal as he reaches up and grips Ivan’s hair with one hand.

Nothing feels quite as good as when Ivan splits Till open on his cock and fucks him stupid.

Eventually, they break apart, but Ivan keeps thrusting up, bouncing Till in his lap.

There’s a line of spit connecting them and Ivan grins, face flushed as he gazes into Till’s eyes. Normally, something like this would have Till grossed out but right now, it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“I love you,” Till whispers, panting against Ivan’s lips.

“I love you more,” Ivan confesses, sounding more sure about it than anything else in the world. “Till, I want to be with you forever,” he whines, leaning his head down and licking at Till’s neck, right over his scent gland where the mating bite goes. “Let’s be together forever?” He proposes, not once slowing down his thrusts. “Please, please, please.”

Till’s eyes glaze over, feeling his orgasm build again. “We…we shouldn’t,” he whispers, trying to stay rational. “We should wait…”

There’s their future to think about, their parents, their…

Well, they’re adults, right? They can make their own decisions. They’ve already been together for some time now.

“It’s just your rut talking,” Till tries to justify, gasping when Ivan buries his face against Till’s scent gland.

“I know what I want,” Ivan growls. “And I know I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

Till purrs, closing his eyes and basking in the attention.

He braces his hand against Ivan’s nape and digs his fingers in. “Do it,” he decides, letting his instincts take over.

There is no more rationality left in either of them. It was only a matter of time. During Till’s heat, they almost bit each other, so really, this shouldn’t be a surprise.

Ivan doesn’t have to be told twice. He sinks his teeth in not even a second later, breaking skin and making Till cry out from the bite. Like clockwork, his knot expands again, locking them together as Till cums again.

Till feels overwhelmed by everything as he whines, feeling Ivan’s teeth dig into him and lock in, refusing to let go. He keeps a firm hold on Ivan’s hair and bears down on the alpha’s knot.

He’s never felt so complete before. He feels so good, so happy, so whole.

From there, pure chaos arises.

They fall asleep, fuck, eat, and repeat until they’re exhausted. There’s no stopping them. It’s like Till has gone into a false heat in response to the bite and he’s desperate for Ivan’s touch. But neither of them care, too busy being consumed by each other.

Till knows it’s only a matter of time before he bites Ivan back. It’s tradition after the alpha initiates the process.

The muzzle is long forgotten on the floor somewhere. Till doesn’t even care, too busy sitting on Ivan’s cock and riding the alpha until they’re knotted together again. He’ll worry once the daze of being freshly mated has passed and reality sets in.

He grinds down on Ivan, leaning back on his hands that are propped on Ivan’s thighs behind him. They’re both so sweaty that Till almost loses his grip as he bounces but luckily for him, Ivan has a death grip on his hips.

Ivan’s gaze hasn’t left Till since the alpha bit him. It’s an intense gaze but Till doesn’t mind it. He knows Ivan is weird and the alpha is probably about to be even weirder now that they’re mated. He welcomes the attention. Besides, Ivan is looking up at Till right now like he's mesmerized by the sight of him, like Till is something holy.

“I love you,” Ivan repeats for the nth time since his rut started. “So much,” he swears, reaching one hand toward where they’re connected and running his thumb around it. The touch makes Till shudder.

Till gives Ivan a shy smile in response, one apparently the alpha wasn’t expecting because, in a few smooth moves, Till finds himself on his back, with his knees bent against his chest as Ivan jackhammers into him with newfound momentum.

He wraps his arms around Ivan’s neck, hissing in pleasure when Ivan’s tongue laps at the new mating bite on the omega’s neck. Like this, in the mating press position, they’re so close.

Till swears he’s never felt closer to Ivan.

Ivan digs his teeth into Till again, reopening the bite as he folds Till in half, pressing the omega harder into the nest.

Till digs his nails into Ivan’s back, holding on for the ride as Ivan fucks him from a much deeper angle now. There’s still no condom in sight.

“Your turn,” Ivan whines, bearing his neck as he keeps thrusting into the omega.

Till swallows, feeling his teeth ache at the sight of Ivan’s neck.

“I’m yours, right?” Ivan asks, thrusting faster now. “Your alpha?”

Till nods and nuzzles Ivan’s neck, finding the right spot before digging his teeth in. The bite makes Ivan’s knot pop and Till release an excessive amount of slick, helping the knot get fucked into him with ease.

They’re mated now, fully and officially.

Their parents are going to kill them.

extra

Ivan can’t sleep, he’s much too excited.

They’re lying in the nest after a long shower. His rut has finally ended and they’re both exhausted. The room looks like it’s been ransacked.

Till is asleep in Ivan’s arms, lips parted, and hair all over his face. He looks cute, drooling everywhere. He would probably kill Ivan if he could hear what the alpha was thinking.

Ivan grins at the thought of it.

Gently, he leans his head down and nuzzles Till’s neck, right where the bite mark is. He still can’t believe they’re mated. He’s happy, really happy.

Till looks like he’s glowing from the bite, skin pretty and smooth. Being mated suits him. He looks good with Ivan’s bite on his neck. They’re meant for each other; Ivan has always known that.

Ivan runs his tongue over the bite, making Till shiver and cuddle closer against the alpha in his sleep. It’s cute, Till is never this affectionate when he’s awake, much too reserved so Ivan tries to enjoy it, holding Till close.

“Mine,” Ivan whispers as he runs his hand down Till’s back, caressing the skin as he goes. “All mine.”