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Gale let out a sigh once the clock rolled over to 7 PM, meaning that his office hours were over. He loved his students dearly, of course, but he was just about ready to go home and curl up next to Tara with a mug of hot tea.
It was as he was trying to figure out what movie he wanted to put on that he heard his door open.
“Sorry,” he said without looking up, “Office hours just ended.”
“Oh, darling,” a familiar voice said, “Surely you can make a bit of extra time for me, can’t you?”
Gale didn’t even have to look up. Even if he hadn’t heard the man’s voice, the smell of his pheromones were beginning to fill the room: a heady mix of incense and leather.
He knew that Professor Ancunin was lounging in his doorway, watching him like a predator.
Despite the fact that they worked in drastically different departments, he was constantly barging in like this, strutting around Gale’s tiny office reeking of Alpha. Gale took his suppressants religiously so as not to rile up his coworkers, but Astarion still found him irresistible. Or just fun to toy with.
Gale finally met Astarion’s eyes. His pupils were dilated with animalistic interest, completely focused on his target. He wasn’t in rut, but it was the closest Gale had ever seen an Alpha come to it when he wasn’t in heat.
He could leave, of course. He could tell Astarion he wasn’t interested and to fuck off right back to the Law School.
But Gale would be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention. He’d spent years of his prime being a plaything for an older woman, and, since the divorce, no one had looked at him like Astarion did.
Like he was something desirable.
Gale stood up and walked up to Astarion, pressing the button on the doorknob behind him to lock it. The Physics Department was in a historic building, so the heavy oak door didn’t have a window in it, just a plaque with Gale’s name on the outside.
“What is so important that it needs my attention after hours?” Gale asked, trying to match Astarion’s teasing. He hoped it was working, but he was never good with people at the best of times, and Astarion’s scent was starting to go to his head.
Astarion languidly reached out a hand and wrapped his pointer finger around Gale’s belt loop. “You haven’t figured it out? I thought you were supposed to be smart.”
The barb should have upset him, but the physical contact, the scent, the look in Astarion’s eyes… it all sent his blood rushing downwards. Astarion might have been more slim than Gale and pinned between him and the door, but he was in control, and he knew it.
“I should tell your department head that you’re wasting time here instead of grading papers.”
Astarion made a show of grimacing. “Oh please, that’s what TAs are for. And you know that just as well as I do.” He flattened his palms against Gale’s belly, barely dipping his fingers into his waistband. “I have better things to do, anyhow.”
Astarion had done this before: cornered Gale in the university to tease him and rile him up. But he’d never been this physical before, and he’d certainly never played with Gale’s pants. Until now, Gale figured Astarion just wanted to berate him and enjoyed leaving him hot and bothered afterwards.
But if Astarion wanted to touch him, Gale wouldn’t say no. It would be nice to get some relief that wasn’t from his own hand.
Gale attempted to return the favour, placing one of his hands on the man’s hip.
Astarion tsk’d and grabbed Gale’s wrist, removing his hand. “I don’t recall saying you could touch me, Omega. I’m very old fashioned.”
He wasn’t. Before he’d come to work at Blackstaff University, he’d been a civil rights lawyer with a special interest in the rights of minority sexes, or at least that’s what it said in the articles Gale found.
This must be a game, then. Gale could play his part: be a good, obedient Omega and do what he was told.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Gale said, taking a step back. “Are you going to punish me?” He didn’t want to actually sound afraid, but now he was worried he sounded like the dialogue in a bad porno.
If it bothered Astarion, he didn’t show it. He just raised his hand and pointed a slender finger at Gale’s desk. “Both hands on the desk, facing away from me. I want to see you.”
Gale did as he said, a momentary rush of humiliation sending a shiver down his spine. He was a well-respected professor with a PhD in nuclear physics, and yet here he was, taking orders from an Alpha like a common whore.
He'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good.
Gale heard Astarion’s footsteps as he approached, then felt a hand run down the centre of his back.
“That’s it. Just like any other Omega slut, aren’t you?”
The question was punctuated by a slap to Gale’s ass that echoed around the small office.
"That," said Astarion, "was a reminder of what will happen if you don't listen to your Alpha," he chastised.
Then, Gale felt his Alpha's hand drift to the front of his pants, where his cock was straining against the material. Now exposed to the air, Gale could feel how damp the front of his boxers had become.
Astarion purred at the sight of it. "Sit back on your desk for me and show me what I've done to you."
Gale obeyed, pushing his laptop aside to make room for him his sit. He spread his legs open as Astarion removed his pants and then pulled down his boxers.
The bastard had the audacity to laugh as Gale's cock slapped up against his chest.
"I forgot that Omega cocks are so tiny." He reached out a hand and started stroking it. Gale could feel Astarion's hand close around the length of it, enveloping even the head with his palm.
"We can't all have monsters between our legs," Gale countered, motioning to the front of Astarion's dress pants with his shoe. There was a bulge at the front of them that made Gale preen internally. Even after all these years, he could still rile up an Alpha with the arch of his back and his tiny cock.
Astarion grabbed Gale's chin with his fingers, tilting his head so their eyes met. With his other hand, he continued to jerk off Gale, occasionally pausing to use precum to slick his shaft. "You won't come until it's inside you, understand?"
Gale felt a moan slip from between his lips at the command.
Astarion stopped stroking and gave Gale's cock a hard squeeze. "I asked you a question, Omega."
"Yes, Alpha," Gale whined, trying to buck into Astarion's hand to encourage him to move again.
Instead, Astarion just squoze harder, sending a shock of pleasure up Gale's body. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Alpha. I understand. I understand that I can only come with your knot inside me," Gale's voice was barely above a whisper as he fought the feeling of Astarion's hand on his cock.
The Alpha just smiled, predatory and unyielding. "I'm glad you managed to choke that out, between mewling like a bitch in heat." He shoved Gale down, his back flat against the surface of the desk. "You smell like one too, I'm afraid to see how much your desperate hole has soiled this gorgeous wood." With that he pushed Gale's knees up to his chest, finally getting an eyeful of his hole.
Gale could feel the slick pooling beneath him, the smell of it hanging heady and sweet in the air.
Astarion knelt down to get a look at his pucker. "Just as I expected. Slicked up and desperate for me.”
Gale was expecting him to slip a finger inside, but instead he was greeted by a warm, flat tongue gliding over his pucker. He gasped, and nearly would have finished then and there if he hadn’t grabbed the base of his cock to stop the orgasm. He wasn’t sure what Astarion’s punishment would be for disobeying his command, but he was sure he wouldn’t want to know. Not tonight, at least.
Astarion continued to work Gale's hole, swirling his tongue and occasionally dipping it inside. He'd pause, on occasion, to lap up Gale's slick and his own saliva.
"You've managed not to blow your load early," Astarion purred as he pulled back from Gale's hole and wiped his face against the back of a pale hand. "It's almost impressive."
He gave Gale's cock a quick tug before returning his attention to his hole. He slipped a single finger inside, probing inside of Gale until he hit his sweet spot.
It was soothing, but nowhere near the thickness his body craved. He may not have been in heat, but the presence of an aroused Alpha was enough to make him desperate. He wanted Astarion to claim him, perhaps wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything.
"Astarion, please," Gale choked out, barely able to breathe between the finger pounding his prostate and the heavy mix of pheromones in the air.
Astarion stopped all motion, leaving his single digit pressing hard against Gale's sweet spot. It was agony, but it made every nerve in his body sing. "What did you just call me?"
"Alpha," Gale corrected, "Alpha, please."
Astarion tutted, finaly releasing a bit of the pressure. "I can't help you if I don't know what you're begging for," he chastised.
"I want you to breed me," Gale moaned, "I want you to pound me with your gorgeous Alpha cock until I can't see and then I want you to fill up."
"There we are," Astarion purred, "Was that so hard, darling?"
He withdrew his finger, then unzipped the front of his pants. He pulled down his dress pants and boxers just enough to reveal his cock.
It mirrored Astarion: long and slender, slightly pink where it flushed at the head. Gale could see the uninflated knot at the base of it, starting to swell with arousal. Astarion might have made a show of how much better he was than Gale, but it was clear he was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Without bothering to prep Gale any further, Astarion lined up the tip of his cock with the rim of Gale's hole, giving one teasing thrust before completely burying himself inside. Gale felt the blunt tip of it brush against his prostate. It sent a burst of pleasure radiating outwards, setting his nerves on fire.
He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with how deliciously Astarion was filling him. And as he began to thrust in earnest, eliciting another shock of pleasure with each thrust into his sweet spot. Gale wasn’t sure when he started moaning, but he heard it echoing off the bare walls of his office, creating this overwhelming cacophony of sound and smell and feeling. And for a moment, he was just a hole being filled by his Alpha.
“Astarion,” he breathed out, “I’m…”
Suddenly, there was a pressure at the base of Gale’s cock. His Alpha was squeezing him there, trying to prevent the orgasm before it happened. Instead, Gale let out a choked whine as the pressure found no outlet.
Astarion continued to pound into him. “I told you, you aren’t coming at all unless it’s on my knot.” He threw Gale’s knee over his shoulder, letting him thrust deeper and torment Gale’s hole further.
He was close, though. Gale could feel Astarion’s thrusts become erratic as he chased his own pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, Astarion’s knot swelled, pushing against the rim of his hole.
Without meaning to, Gale threw his head back against the desk with a loud thud. If it hurt, he couldn’t even notice when every nerve in his body was devoted to pleasure.
Then, Astarion gave Gale’s cock a quick tug and he exploded. The release was so powerful that, once he came down, he could still feel his legs spasming with the aftershocks.
Gale opened his eyes slowly, meeting Astarion’s gaze. His Alpha was still deep inside him, but one of his hands was scooping up Gale’s spend. Once he’d gathered all of it, he pressed the cum-covered fingertips to Gale’s mouth. “Open.”
Still in a daze, Gale did as he was told, his mouth filled with the musky, salty taste of his own release.
“There’s a good Omega,” Astarion purred. “So pretty and obedient for me.”
“So,” Astarion said, finally catching his breath, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Gale laid back down on the desk, his head hitting the pillow that Astarion stashed in one of the drawers. “Yes. Absolutely.”
With Astarion’s knot finally deflated, he pulled out of Gale. “I’m glad it was good for you. I was getting a bit worried that I was being too mean to you.”
“Honestly, you could have been meaner.” Gale sat up and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “But I appreciate that you wanted to play with me. Maybe next time, we can give one of your fantasies a go?”