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At first, Phil’s little whines and whimpers didn’t wake Dan from his sleep. He’d worked hard the day before, carrying his Master’s books to and from the Academy for him, serving him lunch, and running little errands for him. He’d earned his rest, and so at first the soft sounds from the bed above him had merely entered his dreams and made them restless. A boring dream about buying groceries at the shops had shifted into one full of the heavy scent of Alpha and vague longings that he was still too inexperienced to entirely understand.
But then Phil let out a long, high-pitched whine that finally jolted Dan out of his confusing dreams. He woke to find himself panting, with an unusual, tight feeling in his lower abdomen. His heart was racing.
He didn’t know at first why he was awake or why his body felt so unusually warm, but then he heard the sound again, a low whimper in the back of the throat. Since it hadn’t come from Dan’s own throat, he knew it must have come from the only other person in the room, his Master, Alpha Phil.
A moment later, his nose caught a whiff of the scent filling the room, and a wave of hot pleasure rolled through his abdomen. He sat up, inhaling deeply of the musky aroma of aroused Alpha. He’d caught similar scents before, but never so strong or so close. And it had never affected him this way before. His whole body was trembling, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming in pants. And then he felt it, a trickle of slick sliding down the back of his left thigh.
The Alpha still lay on the bed above him, and in the faint moonlight passing through the curtains over the room’s window, he could see that Phil was lying on his stomach, cheek pressed into his pillow and body moving slowly up and down as his hips thrust ineffectually against his bed sheets.
Not knowing quite what he was doing, Dan shoved his own covers aside and stood from the small pallet where he slept on the floor beside Phil’s bed. He bent near the Alpha, trying to get a better sense of what was wrong with him, but as he drew closer to the other’s face, his senses were suddenly flooded with Phil’s strong scent. His heartbeat kicked up a notch, and even more slick began to trickle down the backs of his thighs and the insides of his legs.
His thoughts were scattered. He was still not fully awake, and the Alpha pheromones were clouding his mind, making it hard for him to form any thought beyond the need to be closer to Phil.
Something deep and innate within him was compelling him to climb into bed beside the other boy, to snuggle up close to him and press his skin against Phil’s skin.
His thoughts weren’t clear enough for him to come up with any good reasons to resist this urge, so he pulled off his pajama shirt, lifted Phil’s duvet, and slid into the warm space beside him.
Once there, he cuddled as close to the other as he could, sliding his arm over his Master’s back and burying his nose in the fragrant heat of his neck. He breathed deeply of that glorious scent again, his thoughts growing more muddled by the moment. He didn’t know what he was doing or what was happening, only that he needed to be closer to Phil, even closer than he was now, impossible though that seemed.
For Phil’s part, his sleep had started out nearly as deep as the Omega’s. He’d spent a long day with his tutors at the Academy, and after returning home, his Alpha Father had wanted to take him out to his club with some of his colleagues from the Senate. Phil had turned sixteen recently, and now that he was nearing adulthood, his Alpha Father had told him it was time he began to build his connections within the adult world. They’d kept him there until many hours after nightfall, drinking strong wine and discussing politics (a topic Phil only occasionally found interesting).
When he’d returned home, he still had reading to complete for the next day’s lectures at the Academy. Fortunately, his body slave, Omega Dan, had laid out all his books for him with the necessary pages marked, and he’d been there as Phil read late into the night, fetching him water or helping him with some concept that he hadn’t fully comprehended during the lecture. Dan came to the Academy with him every day and sat patiently at the back of the classroom with a few other Omega slaves belonging to Phil’s elite Alpha classmates. Despite being an Omega, Dan was very sharp, and over the years he had learned to pick up on the signs that Phil was struggling with something in one of his lectures. He always made sure to pay extra close attention at those moments so that he could explain it to Phil later when they were alone. Though Phil was nominally the only one being educated at the Academy, Dan heard every lecture he did and read most of the same readings he was assigned. Like many slaves belonging to Patrician families, Dan was actually far better educated than many poorer freemen.
Phil was dreaming about Dan now. The dream had started out innocently enough, with him and Dan sitting near the window in his bedroom as they often did in the evenings, looking out at the city below together and having a silly conversation about something like “what if a world existed where everyone was a beta?” or “what if the moon really is made of cheese?” But at some point, the dream had changed, or rather, his feelings within the dream had changed. He’d looked at Dan and suddenly longed to move closer to him, to touch him, to press his nose against his neck and breathe deeply of his Omega scent.
So he’d done just that, standing and walking over to his slave, ruffling his fingers through his curly brown hair and running the tip of his nose lightly over the skin of his neck. In the dream, this had caused the Omega to sigh and shiver, and Phil’s heart had started pounding. The dream had shifted all at once, as dreams often do, and suddenly he’d found himself in his bed with Dan beneath him, and he was pulling off the Omega’s clothes with eager hands. The Omega’s arms were around him, and he was panting and whispering encouragements, urging Phil to move faster, to move closer, to hurry up and make him feel good.
Phil had never mated with anyone before, though ever since his Alpha Father had bought Dan for him, he’d known that that’s exactly what they would do someday. He’d never thought too carefully about it before. Dan was his slave. Dan was his Omega. Dan was his closest friend, the most constant thing in his day-to-day life. He was already so much to Phil that it had never felt necessary to make him his mate as well.
But now, within the dream, he knew that was the one thing he wanted most. He’d seen Dan without his clothes on countless times over the years, and so his imagination had no difficulty conjuring up the beautiful image of the Omega naked beneath him in his bed, the golden brown skin of his chest rising and falling with each panting breath and his soft brown eyes full of a desire Phil had never seen in them in real life.
“Knot me, Alpha Phil,” dream Dan murmured to him, parting his knees to let Phil sink down between them. “Make me yours.”
Phil wasn’t aware that every longing whimper he made in the dream was spilling from his lips in real life. All he knew was that he was burying his nose in his Omega’s scent and running his fingers up and down the warm skin of his sides and pressing his hard cock against his slicked entrance.
He knew when the dream changed again, when suddenly the smell and the warmth of Dan became stronger, more real, almost overwhelming. He reached out his arms and pulled the dream Dan even closer, brushing his cheek all along his smooth neck and sighing at the change in the Omega’s smell as Phil’s scent mingled with it.
“My Omega,” he whispered, and in the bed beside him, Dan heard the indistinct words and whimpered softly as Phil’s arms around him tightened. Phil’s face was pressed all against his neck, and he could smell the change in both of their scents. Phil had never scented him before, and the fact that he had now made Dan feel almost giddy. The Alpha’s scent had already been driving him wild, but their two scents mixed together was the most heavenly aroma Dan thought he’d ever inhaled.
“My Alpha,” Dan whispered back, tilting his head back to give Phil access to more of his throat. Normally, he would have thought of this as a risky move. Gone as Phil was, he could unknowingly bite Dan’s bonding gland and bond them for good right then and there. But at the moment all Dan could think about was how the sensation of the Alpha’s breath running over his skin was sending pleasurable chills all throughout his body.
Without warning, Phil pulled away from Dan, his arms releasing him only to allow his hands to take hold of the Omega’s body and roll him over onto his stomach. Dan didn’t know what the Alpha was doing to him until he felt Phil’s weight on top of him and the hard length of his cock pressing against Dan’s buttocks through both of their pajama bottoms.
Dan moaned low in his throat at the sensation. He’d been bought by Phil’s family when he was only nine years old, and since then he had known that someday Phil would knot him and bond with him, but the idea had never meant much to him before. He’d seen Phil naked countless times, when he helped him dress or readied his bath for him. He’d found it interesting, found the size of his Alpha cock impressive, but he’d never felt any particular compulsion to become more closely acquainted with it.
Now he could think of nothing else. Phil’s hips were pressing his into the soft mattress, his thick member sliding against the place where Dan’s buttocks met, and Dan’s own cock was growing increasingly hard as it rubbed against the bed beneath them. The Alpha’s hands were on his shoulders, holding him down though Dan offered no resistance, and he was once again nosing at Dan’s neck. His breath was hot and harsh near Dan’s ear, and he could hear every groan and sigh the Alpha made with perfect clarity. His every sense was overwhelmed with Alpha, but more than that, his every thought was flooded with Phil.
Phil’s dream had grown even more intense as he unknowingly scented the Omega and his body began to react to the change in their scents. He’d seen Dan laid out on the bed beneath him, lying on his stomach, face turned to the side so he could watch as Phil took him from behind. He’d shivered at the sounds Dan made, letting out a low groan or high-pitched whine every time Phil thrust deep into him. Phil felt himself nearing the edge, pushed closer and closer by the Omega’s eager expression, his mixed scent, and the glowing pleasure Phil felt between his legs. As a virgin, he didn’t really know what it would feel like to be inside an Omega, but his imagination was supplying a close enough approximation that he soon found himself coming, pushing hard into the Omega, Dan’s name falling soft and fast from his lips.
Dan felt the Alpha’s movements growing jerkier and more erratic, heard his breathing growing faster and more ragged, and when at last he felt the hot moisture of Phil’s cum seeping through their pajama bottoms and he heard Phil muttering his name like a litany, it sent him over the edge as well, the wetness of his cum combining with the trails of slick sliding out of him so that his pajama bottoms were now soaked through.
It was his orgasm that finally woke Phil. He’d masturbated before, of course, and even had a few wet dreams, but he’d never come so hard or so intensely any of those times. It was the intensity of it that jolted him into consciousness.
He opened his eyes to the sight of Dan’s naked back, pale blue in the moonlight, and the hair on the back of his head all mussed from where Phil had run his fingers through it. He saw his own hands clenched hard against the Omega’s shoulders. Then he felt the wetness at his crotch and realized that it was still pressed against Dan’s firm bottom.
He blinked for a moment and then quickly let go and backed away, scooting backwards over onto the other side of the bed. His eyes never left the Omega’s prostrate form, though. Just the sight of him, laid out there like that, face turned toward Phil, with a large wet patch on the back of his pajamas, was making Phil hard again.
The Alpha reached up to wipe his forehead and discovered that it was beaded with sweat.
“W-what…what did I do to you?” he whispered, keeping his voice low, worried that one of the house slaves or his family members in nearby rooms might hear.
Dan lay on his stomach still, trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. He too couldn’t take his eyes away from the other. Phil’s pajama shirt was half-unbuttoned and shoved to the side, revealing a tantalizing expanse of chest, and his hair was sticking up in the front where he’d been rubbing his face against his pillow.
“You only scented me, Alpha Phil,” Dan murmured.
Phil drew in a deep breath. Yes, he could smell it now, that Dan’s Omega scent had been mingled with some of his own. Just the thought of it was enough to make his head spin.
“I-I’m sorry,” Phil said. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Dan said, placing his hands against the mattress and lifting himself up at last. When he’d managed to struggle into a more or less upright position, he smiled shyly at his Master and lowered his eyes. “I’m your Omega. You can do with me what you like.”
A warmth flooded Phil’s chest at the Omega’s words. He knew that what he said was true. He’d always known that the slave was his, to do with as he pleased. The idea of it had never seemed so exciting before, though. Something was different about him tonight. Something had changed, and he was beginning to suspect what it might be.
“Why are you in my bed, Dan?” he asked after a moment, his voice shaking slightly. Everything in him was urging him to move close to the Omega again, to continue what he’d started, to claim him for real rather than only in a dream. It was taking all of his willpower to fight that urge.
Dan’s eyes dropped further, and he hugged his knees to himself.
“Y-you… You smelled really good, Alpha Phil. I wanted…to be closer to you…”
Phil wished he could pretend he didn’t know what the Omega meant. He and Dan had lived together, eaten together, slept in the same room, gone everywhere together for five years now. Dan had never mentioned thinking he smelled good before, though he personally thought the Omega smelled better than anyone he’d ever met. He smelled like summertime and chocolate and sleeping in late. Phil closed his eyes, drawing more of the Omega’s scent in through his nostrils. Tonight he also smelled of starry evenings sitting by the window and apple cider next to the fireplace in the dead of winter and staying up whispering in the dark and sex. Phil opened his eyes, his breaths coming in gasps, and he found that Dan was staring at him now.
“I think it’s my rut,” Phil whispered. “I think I’m starting my first rut.”
Dan nodded slowly, never taking his eyes from Phil’s face. Then as Phil watched, he climbed down off the bed, stood there for a moment, and then slid his pajama bottoms and underwear off, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor at his feet. Phil stopped breathing for a moment at the sight of the Omega standing completely naked in the moonlight in front of him. Then Dan climbed back onto the bed and lay down on his stomach again. Now that he was no longer wearing his pajamas, Phil could see the glistening trails of slick running down the backs of his thighs, and he could smell the sticky, heady scent of it.
Dan turned his head to look at him again.
“You can do it for real now, Alpha,” Dan murmured, his mouth curling into a smile. “I know you need to.”
Phil’s breath came back in a ragged gasp. The Omega clearly wanted him, was offering himself to him. There he lay, spread out and ready for Phil to claim. He could feel his cock standing hard and painful against his abdomen, leaking precum against the trail of coarse hairs there. His hormones were coursing through his veins, and the intoxicating scent of Omega was clouding his thoughts, but he shook his head. He had to focus.
He could still remember the day about a year ago when his Alpha Father had called him into his study and closed the door.
“You’ll be a full-grown Alpha soon,” Father had told him, leaning forward on the desk and forming his fingertips into a triangle in front of his face. “Your Omega slave is growing up too. It won’t be long before he has his first heat and you have your first rut. I expect the two of you will be bonded before too many more years have passed.”
Phil had nodded. This was nothing new to him. Many of his Alpha friends had Omega companions who had been bought for them at a young age. His older Alpha sister had had one, and even his Alpha Father had. It was common wisdom that an Alpha and Omega brought together at a young age, who grew up together and experienced their first ruts and heats together, would be a strong bonded pair likely to create many healthy offspring. Phil himself had been born through such a pair. Phil’s Omega Mother had been with Father since she was five years old. She was a slave, just like Dan was, while Phil’s older Alpha sister was the child of Father’s noble Omega Husband.
That’s why Phil’s sister would become the next head of the family. Phil was only a spare, though he had occasionally overheard whispers among the servants that Alpha Lester secretly loved the children of his slave better than those of his husband. Phil hoped that wasn’t true. He loved his half-siblings just as much as he loved his full ones.
“You are well aware that Omegas experience their first heat at a younger age than Alphas typically have their first rut,” his Alpha Father had continued, “so it is likely that your Omega will reach the age of his heat first. However, since you are the elder, there’s a possibility you will experience your first rut before then. I want to make it clear to you that your Omega can not be put on birth control until after his first heat. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Phil had replied promptly. They’d had to learn all about ruts and heats and suppressants and birth control during a special lecture at the Academy. He’d felt a little awkward listening to the tutor drone on about Omega biology and Omegas’ lust for being knotted during heat while Dan had been sitting right there in the back of the classroom. It had been difficult to meet his eyes on their way home that day.
“Now, as you know, the Omega is yours to do with as you will,” Father had said. “It is up to you to decide when you will knot him, but you should bear in mind that it will also be up to you to deal with the consequences. An Alpha is nothing if they are unable to take responsibility for their own decisions.”
“Yes, Father,” Phil had agreed. It had been easy to nod and frown seriously while he was sitting in the quiet study across from his father. Now, though, with Dan lying ready and willing on the bed in front of him and his cock throbbing in his boxers and the hormones of his rut coursing through his bloodstream, he was so very tempted to just knot his Omega and deal with the consequences when they came.
“Oh, Dan,” he murmured, crawling over to the other boy and leaning over him to bury his face against the crease between his shoulder and neck yet again. Yes, he’d always loved the way the Omega smelled, but Dan’s scent had never had the power to make him absolutely delirious as it was doing right now.
“Make me yours, Alpha,” Dan murmured, just as he had in the dream, and Phil could hardly stand it.
With a groan, he grasped Dan by the wrist and pulled him up into a seated position.
“I can’t Dan, not yet,” he muttered, wanting to continue pulling him until he was pressed right against his chest. Instead, he kept his hand firmly on the other boy’s wrist, holding him at a safe distance. “You haven’t had your first heat, and you aren’t on birth control, and we don’t have any condoms.” He could have cursed himself for that last one. Why hadn’t he thought to buy some, or get some from the free clinic at the Academy, and keep them on hand just in case? He shook his head. No, he hadn’t been wrong. It wouldn’t be right to knot Dan yet, before he’d even reached his first heat. It was right to wait. At least, that’s what his brain was telling him. His body had a very different opinion on the topic, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the rut won out and his rational brain lost the argument.
Dan’s eyes dropped as his Alpha spoke. He knew Phil was right. Even if he wasn’t in heat, his body was responding to Phil’s rut. If the Alpha knotted him now, there was a strong possibility he would become pregnant. He was only fourteen, and the idea of having a baby so young was terrifying. Still, his Alpha was in rut, and even if they weren’t bonded yet, Dan couldn’t help feeling the need to help him through it.
He crawled closer to Phil, which was difficult to do as Phil still had a strong grasp on his wrist.
“I can help you, Alpha Phil,” he whispered. “Let me help you.”
Phil blinked down at the Omega crouched before him, their faces just inches apart. Didn’t Dan realize how dangerous it was to come so near him right now?
Resting his weight on his left hand, the one still gripped by Phil, Dan reached up with his right hand and tugged at the waistband of the Alpha’s pajama bottoms.
“I can make you feel good another way,” Dan said, meeting his Alpha’s eyes for a moment before glancing down at where his hand clung to the elastic waistband of the pajamas.
The Omega’s words made Phil’s cock twitch and a wave of longing washed through him. He definitely needed to do something. As his rut grew stronger, it would grow more and more difficult to withstand his urges, and Dan was right. There were things they could do other than knotting. He let go of Dan’s left wrist, and the Omega immediately lifted it to where the other hand rested, tugging gently down on the elastic of his pajama bottoms, his curved knuckles brushing enticingly against the skin of Phil’s stomach. His cock twitched again.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, swallowing hard.
“Suck you,” Dan whispered. He smiled and then slipped his fingers into Phil’s boxers as well, pulling down until both the boxers and pajama bottoms were pooled around Phil’s knees where he knelt on the bed. Phil watched wide-eyed as the Omega lowered his face to Phil’s swollen member, which they could both now see was coated in trails of both cum and fresh precum. As Phil watched, Dan stuck out his tongue and licked the head of his cock clean, running his tongue over his lips afterward to remove the stickiness that clung to them.
The Alpha shuddered at the intensity of the sensation. Before he had time to even process it, though, Dan was pressing a kiss to the cleft bottom of the head of his cock and then parting his lips to let them slide over the head, sucking it slowly into his mouth. Phil kicked his chin back, overwhelmed by the way Dan’s lips enveloped him and the darts of pleasure shooting down through his thighs and up through his abdomen.
“Fuu-uck,” Phil breathed, his fingers weaving themselves into the Omega’s hair without him even realizing it.
Dan pulled off then and began licking at the rest of Phil’s cock, cleaning it and getting it wetter and slicker in the process. After a while, he moved back up to the head and sucked it in again, this time continuing farther down until he had half of the Alpha’s thick cock in his mouth. He raised one hand to wrap his fingers around the other half and then, without moving off, began to slide his tongue against the underside of the shaft, allowing his front teeth to graze ever so gently against the top of it.
Phil could do nothing but sit back and let the sensations wash over him. He had no idea how the Omega was so good at this, but he wasn’t about to question it.
After a minute or so, Dan pulled up and, without breaking the suction of his lips against Phil’s cock, ran them down the underside of it to his balls, gently sucking one of them into his mouth, playing with it on his tongue for a moment, before sucking in the other in turn.
In his hyper-sensitive state, everything that the Omega was doing to Phil was magnified tenfold. He was already close, even though Dan had only barely started. As Dan moved his lips back up to the head and sucked it into his mouth again, Phil groaned out a warning.
“I’m close,” he muttered, twining his fingers more securely into Dan’s hair, unable to stop himself from starting to thrust against the other boy’s smooth tongue. He heard the Omega hum his understanding, but he didn’t pull off. Instead, he moved his hand back up to grip the base of Phil’s cock and he sucked even harder at it, pulling up and down along it without releasing the seal of his lips against the skin.
“Fuck, Dan, fuck!” Phil groaned, giving in to instinct entirely as he began thrusting raggedly into his Omega’s mouth. A moment later he was coming, the sticky cum spurting against Dan’s tongue and the back of his throat. He heard the other boy choking and gagging a bit, so he let go of his hair, and Dan pulled back enough that the tip of Phil’s cock was no longer so near the back of his mouth. He didn’t stop sucking, though, until the last drop of cum had slid down his throat.
When the Omega at last pulled off and sat back on his heels, Phil couldn’t help staring at the way he swallowed and licked his lips.
“You taste amazing, Alpha,” he murmured, his voice shaking just a bit. His dark eyes were shining in the moonlight, and Phil could almost swear he saw a flush on his cheeks, even in this faint light.
Overwhelmed with the flood of desire and affection that filled him at the sight of his Omega sat there, licking his cum from his lips, with his own small cock hard against his stomach and his thighs wet with slick, Phil took hold of his arms and pulled him up to press his lips harshly against the other’s. He heard Dan giggle, felt the vibrations of the sounds against his lips. He’d just come, but thanks to his rut he was already getting hard again. He almost wanted to cry from the frustration. He knew that if he just gave in and knotted Dan, his rut would end and they could both just go back to sleep, but until he knotted an Omega, his body would keep demanding he do so until the rut had fully run its course. He knew that that could be days from now. How was he supposed to hold out until then?
Dan was giggling again, and Phil felt his fingers running up the Omega’s arms and into his thick, brown curls. He smelled like Phil and sweat and slick and home, and Phil hadn’t realized until that moment that he was actually in love with his slave. He felt the Omega’s lips parting, and he slipped his tongue between them, exploring the flavor of Dan’s mouth and of his own cum that lingered there.
“I want you, Alpha Phil,” Dan mumbled in a breathless voice after pulling away. “I want your knot. I want you to make me yours.”
Phil blinked down at him in surprise. He couldn’t deny that the Omega’s words were affecting him, making his stomach clench and his dick throb with pleasure. But Dan seemed strange, too giddy, his words too light. He’d seemed to understand earlier when Phil had explained why they couldn’t mate just yet. Had something changed? A moment later, it dawned on him. The Omega had just swallowed a large amount of the Alpha’s cum. He’d heard that in a strongly bonded pair, the Alpha’s ejaculate would sometimes affect the Omega like a drug, making them high off the taste of their mate. He and Dan weren’t bonded, but apparently the Omega’s body disagreed. No wonder his body had reacted so strongly to Phil’s rut, making him wet with slick even though he wasn’t in heat. It already considered Phil to be his mate.
Dan was leaning into him again, pushing his lips against Phil’s with an urgency that made him clumsy, and his palms were at the front of Phil’s pajama shirt, fumbling at the buttons and attempting to tug it off of him. Phil’s self-control was worn so thin that he could barely focus on anything besides the Omega’s eager lips moving against his and the warm, sweet scent rising from between his thighs and the throbbing Phil felt between his own legs.
With a groan, whether of frustration or desire he could no longer fathom, he pulled back from Dan and shrugged his shirt off. They were both completely naked now. When he pulled the Omega toward him again, the skin of their chests, damp with sweat, pressed together. Phil thought he could almost feel Dan’s heartbeat thudding against his own.
He was hardly in control anymore. His rut and the smell of Omega had addled his brain, and there seemed to be a constant chant in the back of his brain: knot, mate, bond, breed, knot, omega, knot.
“Dan,” he breathed against the Omega’s lips. Before he quite knew what he was doing, he had taken hold of Dan and pushed him down onto the sheets again, straddling him and trailing kisses all up and down his face and neck. Dan was whining and whimpering and leaving sloppy kisses along Phil’s cheeks in his own turn. Phil’s hips were moving of their own accord, rutting up against Dan’s so that their cocks rubbed together in a way that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through his abdomen.
But still it wasn’t enough.
“Want your knot,” Dan was rasping into his ear. “Wanna be your Omega.”
“You are,” Phil groaned in return. “I’m your Alpha, and you’re my Omega. You’re mine. All mine.” He hardly knew what he was saying. The words were tumbling out of him, straight from his lower brain and into the air around them.
“You’re my Alpha. I’m yours,” Dan repeated, pressing his lips into Phil’s neck. Phil discovered that his own teeth were bared and poised above the bonding gland at the joining of Dan’s neck and shoulder. In a moment of clarity, he managed to pull back just before biting. No. No, it wasn’t the right time. He needed to find a way to end this, now.
“Turn over,” he ordered Dan, barely aware that he was using his Alpha voice. The Omega obeyed at once, rolling over onto his stomach again and turning just enough to watch as Phil crouched over his back.
“Knot me, Alpha. Please,” the Omega whispered. Some of his giddiness had passed, and the urgency in his voice had taken on a different tone. Maybe he too realized that Phil just needed to end this as soon as possible.
“Shhh,” Phil whispered, bending forward to place a kiss against the soft fuzz at the back of Dan’s neck. He didn’t dare get any closer to his throat than that. He pulled away and then placed a hand against either one of Dan’s hips, gripping them gently, but firmly. He could see that the Omega was still leaking slick all down his thighs. “Can you cross your knees a little bit for me?”
Dan was still looking back at him, and his forehead wrinkled up at Phil’s request, but he still did as he was asked.
“Thank you,” Phil rasped out, bending forward to press another kiss to Dan’s shoulder. His knees were shaking from want and exhaustion. He pulled Dan’s hips up off the bed until they were at the right angle. Then he let go of them and wedged one hand into the tight space between his thighs, stroking slowly over his entrance. Dan gasped and then let out a long, low moan at the contact. He spread the Omega’s slick across his swollen hole and the skin around it until the whole area was coated with a thick layer of moisture.
He set his clean palm down on the duvet, propping himself up on one shaky arm, and then he raised the other palm to his cock, coating it with the remnants of the Omega’s slick that clung to it. The quick, clumsy movements of his own slick-coated hand were almost enough to send him over the edge again, but he stopped, took a deep breath, and managed to hold out.
Then he placed his other hand on the duvet on Dan’s other side, positioning himself just below the Omega’s buttocks.
“Thank you, Dan,” he whispered one more time, leaning forward so that his lips were right next to the other’s ear. “Thank you, my beautiful Omega.”
Dan whined deep in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, and then Phil plunged his cock down into the tiny triangle of space between Dan’s buttocks and his crossed thighs. The space was tight and hot and slippery with the Omega’s slick, and it felt so good he couldn’t imagine that the real thing could be any better.
Dan had opened his eyes again and was staring up at Phil with an expression he didn’t have the mental capacity to decipher right now. The Alpha started thrusting between his Omega’s thighs, lost in the blissful tightness and heat and the scent of aroused Omega. Knot, breed, bite! his brain was screaming at him. Already he was reaching his peak again. He leaned over Dan, running his nose against the beautiful scent of his neck. The Omega moaned at the sensation, and it was that sound that sent him over the edge, his cock slipping in and out of the tight crevice between Dan’s thighs before thrusting in for one final, savage plunge, and then he felt his knot thicken, his body tricked at last into thinking that he was claiming the Omega, and because he no longer had the strength to fight the urge to bite, he moved his lips just a few inches further down Dan’s shoulder and bit down into the soft flesh there.
He heard the Omega gasp in pain, and his heart clenched with a responding pain. But he was still coming, his body pumping cum down between the Omega’s thighs in its futile effort to breed him. The sheets would probably be ruined, but he could worry about that in the morning. Dan started to quiver and pant beneath him, and he realized after a moment that the Omega was coming too. Did it really feel that good, he wondered, even without Phil’s knot inside him? He released Dan’s shoulder from between his teeth and pulled back, licking and kissing at the slightly-bloodied bite mark to soothe it. His hips jerked a couple more times, and then at last he was finished coming, and he collapsed on top of the Omega, his knot still wedged firmly into the space between his thighs.
As the hormones of his rut receded, Phil’s body at last began to relax. He started drifting off back into sleep again, his nostrils filled with the scent of contented Omega.
Dan, for his part, could sense that the Alpha’s rut was ending. His Alpha smelled calm and sated and happy, and that made Dan happy. The bite on his shoulder stung a bit, but he didn’t mind it. One day, he knew, Phil would leave a proper bite mark, one that would stay forever and let all the world know that Dan was a claimed Omega. He thought of this one as a preview of that. He was actually marveling a little at the Alpha’s self-control. How, through the haze of hormones from his rut, had he managed to keep it together enough not to bite Dan’s bonding gland? Dan was even more impressed, and grateful, that the Alpha had come up with such an ingenious solution to their predicament, managing to end his rut without knotting the Omega.
“Thank you, Alpha Phil,” he murmured, his lips only managing to open slightly as the side of his face was still pressed firmly against the sheets. He knew he ought to find the position uncomfortable, but his Alpha’s relaxed scent was making him feel drowsy and peaceful, and the feel of the Alpha’s still-thickened knot between his thighs was almost comforting. Phil hadn’t properly knotted him, yet in a way he still felt claimed. When his Alpha had needed him, he’d been there. He’d given the Alpha what he needed, and he didn’t think that anything could make him feel more like he belonged to Phil than that.
“Shhh,” Phil shushed him again. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
Dan could see that the moonlight had already begun to shift to the grey light of early dawn, but he didn’t bother to bring it up. He was as exhausted as the Alpha, so he closed his eyes and breathed deeply of Phil’s scent and let it carry him off into sweet dreams again.