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Third Person POV
It was that time of year again.
Marc hated it. He hated the whole process. He hated being an omega—the lowest on the social hierarchy.
For the past few days, he had been doing a well enough job of hiding his status, as well as the fact that he was in heat. He had been wearing hoodies, even in the heat of the summer, in order to snuff out his scent. He had been avoiding everyone, including his teammates, his closest friends, and even his own brother. While Marc understood that it was extremely suspicious and odd for him to do so, he didn’t want to risk anyone finding out. Everyone he knew was at least a beta or higher. He feared that exposing that he wasn’t as good as everyone else would get him kicked out. It was already bad enough that he was the youngest and smallest of all the guys. He didn’t need another reason for them to tease and make fun of him. It was a difficult and irritating secret to keep, but it was one Marc was determined to keep to himself about.
The day had gone just about as any other. Marc had just gotten off the track after doing a few laps alongside his friends. He had stuck around to do a few more, wanting to get some extra practice in. The sun was shining very brightly. That, and the raise in body temperature, was causing Marc to sweat underneath all the layer of clothes he was wearing. But, he knew what he was doing was worth the discomfort. As soon as he got off his bike, he removed his helmet and ran a gloved hand through his hair, trying to comb it so that it wasn’t as messy. There was only one thing on his mind now—to return to his designated room. To Marc, it was risky, being out for too long. He didn’t want to risk his scent being caught by someone else, or for his body to act on its own. It was hard enough for him to hide it, with his job literally requiring him to sit in such a tempting way. During his time on the track, he just wanted to grind down on his bike—
His thoughts were interrupted by a figure walking towards him. He immediately recognised the man to be Valentino Rossi, one of the people he knew was an alpha, and also happened to be someone he was specifically trying to avoid, due to the Italian’s tendency to tease and mock Marc.
There he was.
Valentino smirked to himself as he caught sight of the Spaniard. Of course, the older man already knew that Marc was an omega. His scent gave it away a long time ago. Valentino had always been able to catch whiff of even the slightest change in someone’s mood. So, to smell even the smallest hint of an omega in heat did not go unnoticed by him. While he had never told anyone, it had always been in the back of his mind, and he always loved the idea of holding the fact that he knew Marc’s little secret over his head.
He began sauntering over to the younger man, keeping the smirk on his lips as he put both hands in his pockets as he approached.
“There you are, Cucciolo.” As Valentino approached, it didn’t take him long to notice how visibly different Marc was acting. He could see the sweat on his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin, and the overall stiffness of his muscles. While to the normal person, it seemed completely unnoticed, Valentino could notice the slight signs of what the younger rider was going through. He was impressed that Marc was even holding out for as long as he was. Most omegas would’ve already gone feral with the need for an alpha. He chuckled to himself at the thought.
He finally stopped in front of the younger man as Marc turned to look at him. Without even being a foot apart, Valentino had to keep himself from shuddering at the strong scent coming from the younger rider. It smelled so good. He didn’t like Marc, not one bit, but that didn’t mean the older alpha didn’t have thoughts about him every now and then. He looked the younger man up and down, his smirk still on his face. Even though they were only a few inches apart in height, the Spaniard seemed so much smaller. Valentino could easily picture himself pinning Marc to the nearest wall. He had to stop himself from licking his lips as his mind wandered as he continued shamelessly checking out the younger man in front of him.
Marc was already tensing up just by standing so close to Valentino. The feeling of being so near to such a strong alpha was making him feel so weak, even despite their rivalry. He almost felt like he was being suffocated by Valentino’s overpowering scent. It was taking everything he had not to whine and melt into the ground right then and there. He took a step back as Valentino continued to inspect him, as though he was some kind of specimen. He tried to remain calm and avoid eye contact, but his eyes couldn’t help but briefly glance over at the other man, his gaze darting all over the older man’s body, before looking back to the side. Valentino’s smirk only widened as he watched Marc’s reaction. He couldn’t help but drink in the sight in front of him. Marc could barely even look up at him, and he appeared like he was already struggling to keep his composure.
Valentino found himself wondering just how long it would take for the omega to completely break down in front of him. ‘Not that much longer, I bet’.
He continued shamelessly checking the younger rider out, before finally speaking again. "You look a little overheated." His voice, along with the strong scent he was giving off, was already visibly doing things to Marc. Valentino could almost see the younger man already starting to struggle to even hold himself together. However, he was genuinely impressed at the amount of strength it was taking for Marc to even try to keep his composure. Most omegas would’ve thrown themselves at his feet by now. Valentino, obviously, wasn’t going to mention that he already knew Marc’s little secret. That was something he intended to keep to himself. For now.
"How about we go somewhere a little more private, yeah?"
Marc's eyes widened at Valentino's words. The last thing he needed right now was to be alone with an alpha who not only reeked of testosterone, but also currently holding a significant amount of power over him. With the Spaniard in his current state, it would not take long for him to completely lose all resistance to the other man.
“I…” he began, unsure of what to even say to get out of this situation. All he knew was that he needed to get away from Valentino, and now. He could feel his body temperature rise even higher. And the heat was starting to grow a little uncomfortable. “I-I can’t, I’m… busy,” he eventually said. Promptly after giving his, frankly rather shitty, excuse, Marc quickly tried to walk past the other rider. Valentino’s hand shot out and firmly grabbed Marc’s wrist, stopping him from walking past him. The alpha was amused by the younger man’s attempts at getting out of the situation. It was clear that Marc was well aware of how being alone with Valentino would very likely turn out. But the Italian wasn’t going to let him leave that easily.
“Wait a minute, Cucciolo.” He easily pulled the younger man’s back by his hand, causing Marc to turn and face him once again. Valentino didn’t loosen his grip, firmly holding the Spaniard in place. “I said,” Valentino started once again, now having brought the other man even closer to him. He was now standing up straight with his front pressed against Marc’s chest. He still hadn’t removed the smirk from his lips, and leaned down to get a good look at the omega’s face. “We should go somewhere… a little more private.”
Marc’s scent was only growing stronger, and it was getting more and more difficult for Valentino to keep his cool. He could practically feel the omega’s body practically radiate heat, silently showing how desperately it wanted an alpha to catch it, to mark it, and to claim it. He didn’t miss the way Marc’s body froze at the contact. The younger man’s breathing was quick and uneven, and he could practically feel the other man’s heart practically pounding against his chest.
“Don’t worry. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” Valentino teased, the smirk still on his face. “Come on. I know a place that’s nice and secluded. And… private.” He leaned down a bit more, his face now dangerously close to the younger man’s ear. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about your little secret.”
He had to suppress a laugh as he watched Marc’s eyes widen at his words. It was more than obvious that Marc was surprised, and almost panicked. The older man found himself amused at the fact that Marc actually thought he‘d been able to keep being an omega a secret. It was so painfully apparent that it was almost funny. He could only wonder how long the younger man had been keeping it a secret for. He could still feel Marc’s pulse rapidly beating against his own chest.
“Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that. What, you honestly thought that no one knew?” Valentino chuckled. “Honestly, it was clear you were holding back a secret of some kind, but I didn’t think you’d also be this oblivious to your own behaviour.” He smirked again. “It’s only a miracle you haven’t already dropped to your knees yet.” The alpha’s smirk widened as he thought about the young omega doing just that.
He leaned down so that his breath was hot against the younger man’s ear. “And how long have you been in heat, hm?” This time, he felt Marc shiver against him. Valentino was satisfied with this reaction, and a low growl escaped his throat. “I can smell it, you know. I’m surprised no one else hasn’t caught onto the scent yet. Are you trying to get everyone in the pit looking for you? Or are you secretly hoping that I’m the one that finds you?” Valentino smirked again as his words caused another shiver in the other man. He tightened his grip on the other man’s wrist before he continued. “I could easily just take you right here you know. You’d just let me in front of everyone, wouldn’t you? Right in front of your brother.” He chuckled at his own words. “How do you think he’d react, if he knew you were hiding this?”He could feel the Spaniard tense against him at the mention of his brother, and he watched as his gaze fell to the floor in what seemed to be embarrassment, humiliation, and slight anger.
“I bet he’s got no idea, hasn’t he? Poor Alex, completely convinced that his older brother is a strong, dominant alpha. Little does he know that you’re actually a meek, submissive omega, desperate for an alpha to satisfy you.” Valentino paused for a moment to soak in the expression of embarrassment and humiliation on the young rider’s face. How he loved seeing the Spaniard embarrassed like this. It only strengthened his desire to have him in this way. To him, it was so painfully obvious that Marc liked having his authority mocked. Maybe he was into being degraded.
Once the initial shock of the older man’s words had worn off, Marc tried once again to pull his wrist free from Valentino’s grip. “Let go of me,” he managed to force out of his mouth. The Spaniard tried to act like his words hadn’t bothered him, but he only managed to look pathetic at best. It was clear to the older man that, despite his obvious attempt to deny the effect it had on him, Marc had been greatly affected simply by his words. Valentino let out a small laugh at the younger man’s attempt to break free. He used his other hand to hold the other man’s chin, forcing him to look up to meet his gaze.
He leaned down so that his face was now only inches away from the Spaniard’s. “No. I don’t think I will.” He paused to smirk before he continued. “I’m still waiting for an answer, Cucciolo. How long have you been in heat for?” His eyes never left the younger man’s. He watched as an adorable blush appeared on the Spaniard’s cheeks at the question. He could tell that the omega was trying to keep his embarrassment and humiliation from showing on his face, but also that he was failing miserably. “Come on. Answer the question.” His grip on the younger man’s jaw only tightened. “How. Long.”
“… a week,” the younger man mumbled, his voice only loud enough for Valentino to hear. “I-I’ve… been in heat for… a week.” Despite all of his efforts to avoid this exact situation, Marc couldn’t believe that he was actually being made, and forced to answer, such embarrassing questions. He felt humiliation and embarrassment burn his cheeks as he could physically feel the older man’s smirk widen. How he wanted to punch the stupid grin off his face.
Valentino was more than a little amused when he heard the younger man’s answer. “A week?” He repeated. “You’ve had to suffer through being in heat for a week, on your own, and hiding it from others, just so that no one could find out your little secret?” He chuckled. “I can only imagine how painful that must’ve been for you. Constantly trying to fight the natural instincts of your body, trying to stop it from acting on its own. You must be desperate as hell by now, right?” He couldn’t help but notice The younger man shiver, just barely, at his words. How cute. “All alone, trying so hard to stop yourself from acting like the omega you are. You’ve had to go through a week of hell, suffering with the need to have an alpha claim you.” He lowered his voice. “And all just so that you could pretend to be like the rest of us.”
He could smell the younger man’s scent growing stronger with each passing moment. It was getting harder and harder to keep it together, and all Valentino wanted to do was to push the omega down to the ground and rip his clothes off. He had a strong self-control, however, and just a bit of dignity. Instead, he pulled the younger man closer to him, and whispered in his ear, “I could end that suffering, you know.” He could practically see the Spaniard’s breath hitch as the words fell from his lips. He leaned down again, bringing his mouth up to Marc’s ear. “I could take away all that need. Your suffering, your discomfort. All of it.” Every word he spoke made the younger man shiver. “And in return, all I want is for you to give yourself to me. Let go of that last bit of resistance, and let me give you what you’ve been craving. I promise you, you’ll love it.” He smirked. “And I definitely will.”
The moment the words left his lips, their mouths were mere millimeters apart. He could feel the younger man’s quick and uneven breaths again, could smell the sweet scent of the man grow even stronger. This was all he wanted, for so long. There was no need for his omega to suffer, no reason why he should have to keep it a secret. Marc was his to take. Valentino would give the young man what he wanted and needed, and in return, would take what was rightfully his: Marc.
For a few moments, it almost appeared as though Marc was seriously contemplating the offer. The heat in his body seemed to flare up the longer he delayed his response. His body was desperately craving some sort of release after forcing himself to be deprived of it for so long, but his mind didn’t want it. It didn’t want for anyone else to know of his status, nor did it desire to be claimed by someone, especially Valentino, because of a simple need.
“I…” he eventually began, his voice slightly wavering with uncertainty, while his brain was visibly going through an internal conflict. His eyes glanced over to the other man again, instantly noticing the lack of distance between them, and the musky scent emitting from the alpha. He tried again, though ultimately trailed off once more. “… I-I don’t…”
Valentino could see the conflict in Marc’s eyes, the hesitation, the desperation, and the way that the young man tried so desperately to fight it. He knew all the younger man wanted to do was just give in, and yet he was fighting it, despite the fact that it was so painfully obvious that he was desperate for relief. He felt his own control start to slip. "Marc, come on," he chuckled. "We both know that you've been craving this for a while now. You want it, I can smell it. It's only a matter of time."
The smaller man was silent, mind buzzing with far too many thoughts than he could count. He knew Valentino was right. And he hated it, so much. He wanted to continue to deny it, but for just how long could he? The longer he stood there, silent and unsure, the more convinced he, or at least his body, seemed to be getting.
Valentino could practically see the internal conflict playing out on the younger man's face. And he was getting more and more frustrated with each passing second. "Marc, look at me." He took a step forward, putting himself even closer, if that was even possible at this point. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't want it. Tell me you don't need me.”
Marc's eyes widened slightly at Valentino's words, but he was still hesitant. "I…" He trailed off again, clearly struggling to find the right words. His eyes flickered all over the place, the sudden wave of hesitance, anxiousness, and worry making him feel small and uncomfortable. He had been nervous before, many times, in fact, but it never was this bad.
He opened his mouth, trying to get the words out, though only two quiet words managed to leave him. “… I-I can’t…” Before he even knew it, Marc found himself bolting away, not even leaving Valentino a chance to respond. His entire body felt hot, like it was on fire, and he could feel a distinct pulsing coming from in his trousers, but he managed to somewhat hold himself enough to get away from the other man. All the while, he tried to shake off the unconscious disappointment of being denied what his body wanted.
Valentino growled in frustration. "Marc. Marc. Get back over here." He called out to the young man as he started to walk after him, but Marc was clearly faster than him, and got away rather quickly. He clenched his jaw, watching silently as the smaller man made a beeline for his room. Once the Spanish rider disappeared through the door, the older man took a few deep breaths to try and calm his rapidly speeding heart rate down. That was… incredibly irritating. He shouldn’t need to chase the younger man down. The omega should've willingly come back. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he continued to stare at the door where Marc disappeared. The fact that he actually had to chase the man down was just… irritating. Marc should have been the one to pursue him, but it had been the other way around. He could only imagine how much the omega must be hating all of this right now. Valentino knew he should just give the other man some time to cool down, but his primal instincts weren't happy about it. He was the alpha in this situation, and he wanted his younger mate.
As much as he wanted nothing more but to barge into the young man's room, Valentino knew it would only make the situation worse. He knew how Marc worked, he knew the Spaniard was far too stubborn to let him in. Instead, he stood outside the door, leaning against the wall and running his hands through his hair. He could still smell the strong scent of the younger man. And all it was doing to Valentino was making him even more frustrated. How he was supposed to just give the omega the space he obviously needed? He wanted to be in there, alone with him.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Marc had quickly locked the door, immediately stripping off the many layers of clothing he was wearing afterwards. He hadn’t even bothered to turn the lights on, leaving the room shrouded in a dim lighting from outside the bedroom. The floor now littered with clothes as he crawled onto the bed, dressed in nothing. His body felt like it was overheating, even with the lack of clothes now. It felt even worse after his encounter with Valentino. The more he thought back to it, the hotter he could feel himself become. Once he got on top the bed, his hands soon found the pillow, clutching it close to his chest as he laid down on his side, eyes shut, and mind trying its best, though failing miserably, to forget what just happened between him and the other man. His hold on his pillow tightened, and his face felt warm.
Outside, Valentino could only imagine what the younger man was doing in there. He could practically smell when the younger man stripped himself down, the sweet scent only growing stronger. He desperately wanted to be in there. He couldn't handle being separated from the omega for very much longer. He was losing control, slowly, and yet he still wasn't giving in.
He took a few deep breaths and clenched his fists once more. He knew he had to just wait, give the younger man his space, but it was so hard.
He stood outside that door for a few more moments, still trying to convince himself that he was acting patient. He could hear the Spanish rider inside the room shifting around, no doubt trying to get comfortable with the heat. That, combined with the fact that the young man was more than likely naked, was only making it even more difficult. Valentino could smell the arousal, as well as the frustration. Of course, there was no mistaking those smells. God, Marc was such a tease. He was probably doing this on purpose, just to rile him up.
Valentino groaned. He was going to lose it if he had to stand out here any longer. He could feel his self control slipping more and more the longer he stood outside the younger man's door. It was so hard, trying to remain calm and patient, and not just barge in and take what was rightfully his. His instincts were starting to get the better of him, but he was still somewhat holding it together. He just had to wait a little while longer. He could do that, right? He continued to lean against the wall, now trying to will his hard-on away.
Things weren’t getting easier for Marc, either. The heat was overwhelming, and he felt like he was having the worse fever ever. Eventually, while he didn’t want to resort to this, he had a little something in his mind that could possibly ease the discomfort, if just by a bit. However, Marc was extremely hesitant about it. But the heat was horrible. It was the worst thing he had ever felt, even worse than any physical injuries he had gotten. Ultimately, after some pondering and nervous thinking, Marc decided that the shame he felt would be worth it. Hopefully. And so, with that, he pushed himself from a lying position to a sitting one, positioning the pillow in between his thighs, essentially straddling it. Slowly, he began to grind against it, one of his hands instantly clasping over his mouth to muffle the small moan that escaped his lips.
Valentino perked up at the small sound that left Marc's room. Was that- did the young man just moan? His eyes widened, his breath picked up to match, and his body leaned closer to the door instinctively. His ear pressed against the wood, as he silently tried to hear the noises coming from inside. Something was definitely going on in there. The moan he heard was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He felt his own self control weaken considerably, and he groaned against the door. He closed his eyes as he leaned his cheek against the door, his entire body feeling hot in anticipation. What was the younger man doing in there? Why was he making such beautiful sounds? Valentino desperately wanted to know. He pressed his ear even closer to the door, trying his best to hear anything else. Any other sounds, any other moans. His own breathing had quickened, his heart rate elevated, the bulge in his pants growing tighter. He couldn't handle just standing out here.
As he leaned forward, he could hear the shifting movement coming from inside, and a couple of small whimpers and more movement. His eyes widened even more than before. His pants were so unbearably tight at this point, and his primal instincts were growing more and more impatient. He had to get in there, he had to. He tried one last time to convince himself to be patient, but there was no going back now. His self control was already almost entirely gone by this point.
With that, he took a step back, before kicking the door near the handle. The door opened fairly quickly, and he was suddenly met with a sight that made all the air leave his lungs in an instant. Valentino could now see exactly what the young man was doing, humping his pillow, and he couldn't tear his eyes away even if he had wanted to. For a few moments, he could only stare, completely mesmerised. His mind was absolutely clouded with lust.
Marc immediately whipped his head towards the door. His eyes widened, fear and embarrassment rising to his face. His body froze up, tensing under Valentino’s gaze. He hadn’t expected the other man to come in, so he wasn’t sure what to do, the shock and shame keeping him in place, unable to move an inch or even try to speak a single word. Valentino stood frozen at the doorframe for a few more moments, before he finally made the first move. He closed the door before locking it, and started walking slowly towards the bed, his eyes never leaving the young man. He was staring at Marc like a predator about to pounce on his prey. Slowly he got closer to the bed, not breaking their eye contact. His gaze was so intense it scared Marc, and the young man unconsciously clutched the pillow a little tighter as the older man inched, almost stalked, towards him.
When he was close enough to the bed, he leaned down, practically hovering over the young man, trapping him between the mattress and his body. He slowly looked over the other man, his eyes going over his flushed face, his torso, and then at the pillow in between the younger’s thighs, which was now slightly moist.
He smiled. “Having fun?”
The young man could only remain frozen, feeling like a cornered animal. He was scared, and ashamed, and embarrassed, and, most of all, aroused at the same time. The older man was looking at him like a lion about to feast on its prey, which both terrified, but also, strangely enough, excited him considerably. He was stuck on the bed, feeling so small and vulnerable under Valentino’s scrutinising gaze. And as the other man leaned over him and asked him that question, Marc felt his entire body shiver a little. The air around him was thick with tension, and his breathing was growing even more rapid. Valentino’s smirk widened. He was enjoying this, he loved the way the younger man was reacting to just having him stand over him.
“Look at you, all flustered and panting." His eyes glanced down to the pillow that the young man was still holding onto tightly, before returning to his face. “All hot and bothered.” He chuckled. “It’s adorable, really.” He began to move again, slowly crawling on top of the bed, straddling the young man. The mattress dipped with his weight, which only brought the two even closer together.
Marc let out a soft whimper, his fingers clutching the pillow as the Italian straddled him. The feeling of the older man’s body on top of him, the weight of him, it was overwhelming, to say the least. His scent alone was making it even more difficult to keep it together. He could feel the heat coming off of Valentino in waves, and it was making his own body temperature spike up. He was struggling to think clearly at this point, his head swimming with the desire to just give in to what his body wanted.
Valentino’s smirk turned into a smug smile. “You’re struggling a lot, huh?” He leaned down, bringing his face even closer to the young man’s. His breath was hot against the Spaniard’s skin. Valentino chuckled. “I can smell the desire off of you. You’re not hiding it very well.” He watched as a shiver went through Marc’s body. “You want me, don't you?” He moved down, his mouth now hovering over the younger man’s neck. He could feel his heartbeat.
Marc felt a shiver run down his spine as Valentino leaned down. The young man inhaled deeply, taking in the musky sent that came from the older man. He closed his eyes, breathing shakily as he tried to control the arousal that was building in his body. He wanted to deny it, but how could he? It was so painfully obvious at this point, his scent alone pretty much giving him away. Not to mention how hard he was, as well as the amount of slick he was producing. His body was shaking slightly under Valentino, an odd mix of excitement and desire.
Valentino chuckled at the lack of a response. “Looks like you can’t deny how much you need me.” His lips finally touched the younger man’s neck, trailing light kisses along the sensitive skin. He could hear Marc’s breath hitch at the contact, and that only encouraged him to keep going. He was enjoying this so much. He continued kissing the younger man’s neck, his nose nuzzling into the crook of it. He inhaled deeply, taking in that sweet scent of arousal. He could still prominently feel the bulge in his pants, and he ground his hips down impatiently. “You’re such a tease.”
Marc’s breath hitched at Valentino’s words. He involuntarily leaned his head back, exposing his neck even more, and he couldn’t help but let a soft moan leave his lips as the older man began kissing him. He could feel something large and hard grind against his thigh, and he let out a soft whine. His body was shivering, and his hips bucked upwards impatiently, almost as if his body was acting in its own. His face was flushed, his body trembling underneath the weight of the Italian. His body was so overheated that he was sure the older man could feel it. It was overwhelming, and extremely uncomfortable. He just wanted to feel cooler. He needed to feel cooler.
Valentino felt Marc’s reaction underneath him, and it only heightened his own need. He could smell the omega’s arousal and need, the scent somehow even morepotent and strong. He had to fight the urge to take him right then and there, wanting to continue to tease him for just a little while longer. But, at the same time, he knew the younger man was overheating, and he had to do something about it. He couldn’t let the omega suffer like this.
He ran his hands along the younger man’s body, tracing every muscle and contour, before finally speaking. “You’re overheating. aren’t you? I can feel you burning up.”
Marc couldn’t speak, or even think straight enough to form a response. He could only manage a small whimper and a nod. He felt so hot, he felt like he was about to burst. His need for Valentino was overwhelming, and he couldn’t deny it anymore.
Valentino hummed at the young man’s reaction. He was enjoying this so much, the power he had over the omega at this moment. “Poor thing. You’re so hot, aren’t you?” He could feel the Spaniard shiver underneath him. “It must be very uncomfortable.”
Marc nodded once again, still unable to form a verbal response. He arched his back, pushing his head back against the mattress and exposing his neck even more. There was no doubt about it now; Marc’s body was craving for Valentino's touch. Valentino grinned, his smirk growing wider at the young man’s actions. He was just begging to be touched, so needy and helpless. Valentino was going to give him what he craved so badly.
His left hand continued to trace over the Spaniard, while his right hand started trailing up the younger man’s inner thigh. He paused when he could feel more moisture from between the boy’s legs, his fingers brushing up against it lightly. “You’re so wet. You’re dripping for me aren’t you? Desperate to have me.”
Marc couldn’t keep himself from letting out another whimper. His eyes rolled back, and his throat let out another moan. He was so pent up and needy, he just wanted – no, needed – more. He wanted everything that the older man could give him. His body was starting to tremble even more, and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up again.
“Please,” he choked out, the word coming out as an almost-whine.
Valentino let out a low growl. Oh, how he had been waiting so long to hear that word. Begging from the Spanish rider. To hear him so needy and desperate was so satisfying to Valentino, and now, he was going to give him what he so desired. "Oh, you’re so cute like this. Begging for me. You need me, don’t you?"His fingers traced along the Spaniard’s entrance, coating themselves in his slippery fluid. "Look at you. So hot and wet and needy for me. I think it's time I give you want you want, don’t you?” He pulled the pillow from between the young man’s legs and tossed it away, finally freeing him from the fabric, and taking its place in between his legs. “Are you ready for me?”
Marc nodded, his breathing quickening. He needed this so badly, almost like a lifeline. His hands were grasping the sheets underneath him, desperate for something to hold onto. He was barely coherent enough to speak, but he managed to get out the next few words. “I-I’m ready… I need you, please…”
Valentino chuckled softly. “I know, I know. But you’re going to have to relax. I can’t have you tensing up like this, or I’m going to hurt you. Understand?”
Marc took in a shaky breath and nodded again, trying to do as he was told and relax his body. But it was so difficult; he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. He tried to focus on his breathing, just like he did during a race, but it was much harder under these circumstances. He didn’t understand why, but it just was. Maybe it was because this was the first time he was doing this. Maybe it was because of the ever-nagging heat. Or perhaps it was because it was Valentino who he was doing this with. Whatever the reason, Marc found it rather difficult to relax.
Valentino noticed the young man's difficulty in relaxing his body, and he sighed softly, gently cupping his face. "I know it's difficult, but I need you to try for me." He paused, his gaze softening. "It's alright. Just keep breathing, and focus on my voice. Listen to my words." His hand began to stroke the Spaniard's hair, trying to soothe and calm him down. Gradually, Marc’s breaths slowed and became less-shaky, his hands slowly releasing the sheets from his once-taut grip.
“That's it. Breathe. You're doing good,” Valentino whispered. "Just a little more. You're doing so well. You're doing so well for me."
Marc’s body slowly began to relax. The soothing motion of Valentino’s hand in his hair, and the gentle caress of words was a calming balm to his overheated, needy body. He was still so overwhelmed with need, but at least he was no longer feeling like he was about to lose control completely. He felt himself sinking into the sheets, relaxing just a little bit more. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on the sound of the older man’s voice, focusing on the sensations in the moment. It was helping, his body beginning to unclench and loosen up. Valentino couldn't help but feel a sort of gratification as he watched the young man slowly relaxing under his touch. He knew how difficult this was for the Spaniard—this was his first time after all—and he wanted to make sure it was as comfortable and pleasurable as possible.
He continued to stroke his hair, tracing his fingers along the young man's head, trying to lull him into a sense of security. "You're doing so well, Marc," he praised. "Just a little bit more."
Marc's body had finally relaxed sufficiently, his muscles no longer tensing, his breathing no longer laboured.
“There you go,” Valentino murmured, gently tracing his hand down the Spaniard’s side. He moved his body closer, his lips hovering over the young man's ear. “You’re doing so good.” He paused for a moment, his fingers continuing to trail against Marc’s skin. His other hand began to move to his own trousers, carefully starting to undo them, before he spoke again, his words barely loud enough for the other man to hear. “You’re such a good boy.”
Marc shivered, his body reacting to the simple praise. Normally, he would have felt slightly indignant, but currently, he felt himself melting with Valentino’s words. Feeling the young man’s body shiver under his touch, Valentino chuckled softly. The Spaniard seemed to be very receptive towards being praised, which surprised the Italian but also encouraged him to continue. He wanted to see just how much the young man would react to his words.
He pulled the trousers down as best as he could, now only in his underwear, the bulge protruding visibly against the fabric. He moved his free hand down to Marc’s thighs, his fingers just barely grazing against the sensitive skin. “Look at you. So beautiful. So handsome.”
Marc’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t stop the soft whimper that left his lips. It was as if his body had been taken control of by Valentino, reacting to every single move and every little word. It was so strange and foreign, but also, so, so good. He trembled a little more, his hips now bucking up a little, trying to grind against the older man once again. He just needed some friction.
This time, Valentino didn't push the young man back down. Instead, he let Marc grind up against him, wanting to feel the pleasure just as much as the Spaniard did. “You're so eager, aren't you?” He leaned down, his lips just barely grazing along the young man's neck. He pressed a kiss, right on the sensitive scent gland, before he continued. “Such a desperate little boy.”
Marc let out another whimper as he felt Valentino’s lips against his neck. He was helpless in the moment, wanting nothing more than for the older man to take over completely. But, despite how desperate he was for the older man’s touch, he wanted to be good. He wanted to be a good boy, and he craved that praise like a drug.
“Please…” he whimpered out, desperately. “Please, daddy…”
Valentino froze for a second, a low guttural groan leaving his lips. “Cazzo…” he muttered, his hand pausing its movement. He wasn’t expecting the younger man to call him that, but god, it got to him. He growled against the Spaniard’s neck, his grip on the boy’s hair tightening. “Say that again, baby.”
Marc let out another soft whine, his body squirming against the sheets, searching for any sort of gratification he could manage to find. “Daddy…” he said again, his voice a weak mix of a whimper and whine. Meanwhile, his body continued to arch against the older man’s. The Spaniard felt his cheeks heat up significantly as soon as the words left his mouth, clearly not used to saying things like this, but it only worsened as he felt the Italian’s low moan against his skin. Feeling Valentino’s hand tighten against his hair only made things worse, sending a jolt of arousal through his body. “Please, daddy…”
Valentino growled lowly again, a wave of arousal and need going through the older man. He couldn’t believe how the Spaniard was so beautiful like this, so needy and desperate. How he was willing to give himself up and submit to him. He felt another moan escape his lips as he heard the young man whine out, his name dripping from the Spaniard’s mouth. He needed to make this kid his.
He gripped the younger man’s hair a little tighter, his teeth grazing against the boy’s scent gland. “Say it again, again and again until you can’t anymore.”
Another needy whine left Marc’s lips, his entire body shuddering as he tried to push closer to the Italian. “Daddy… daddy, Daddy…” he repeated, his mind growing more and more hazy. He wanted Valentino, he needed the older man more than anything that he had ever wanted in his entire life. “Please… I’m—I’m good, I’m a good boy, Daddy, please…”
God* how the younger man was just wrecking him. Valentino was completely enthralled. He couldn’t think at all, too consumed by his instincts. Everything in his mind was just screaming to claim the boy as his, to make the young Spaniard his and rip him away from everyone else. To make sure that Marc wouldn’t want anything else besides him.
“You’re good, baby?” He asked, his tone soft. “You’re a good boy?”
“Yes, yes, I’m a good boy, daddy…” Marc practically sobbed out, needing something, anything, from the older man. The heat was becoming overwhelming, completely unbearable, taking over all of his senses, like water, flooding his mind with need. He had never used words like that before, but he found that he loved them. He loved the way his body felt as he willingly submitted to Valentino’s power. “I-I’m a good boy for you, daddy.”
Valentino growled again, the words going straight down to his dick. Marc’s submission, the way he moved, and acted, and sounded… it was just taking him over. He had no control over himself anymore, purely acting on primal instinct now. He pressed his nose against the boy’s scent gland, inhaling deep and taking in that sweet, addicting scent that came with it. It was incredible how much the Spaniard managed to rile him up. The older man couldn’t remember ever feeling this turned on in his life. And it was only because of the boy underneath him. One of his hands began to slid south, down to the last article of clothing preventing him from fully claiming Marc. He hastily took his boxers off, taking in a satisfied breath, knowing that the only thing keeping him from taking the omega underneath him was just a mere few inches of air. Marc was already ready for him; his entrance dripping wet with slick, and his expression glazed with wanton desire for Valentino, and only Valentino.
And so, the alpha began to line himself up, before slowly pushing in. He could feel Marx squirm and writhe underneath him, gasps and groans filling the air. A possessive urge to just shove his entire length in and force the young boy to just take him shot through his mind, but he had to remind himself that he had to be gentle with his future mate. He wanted to make this as comfortable for the omega as he could, no matter how difficult it would be with his mind so hazy.
The pain was almost too much for the young Spaniard, but he just wanted more, wanting to be filled in a way he never had been before, and as soon as he could take it. He whined and moaned, his body adjusting to the older man’s size; he felt himself get slightly impatient, wanting to move, but it was too much, and he knew he couldn’t. He groaned again, his hands now desperately clawing and grasping at the bed sheets for some sort of purchase, anything to ground himself in these painful moments.
Valentino felt like he was going insane, as he slowly pushed himself into Marc little by little, bit by bit. He knew he had to go slow, but it felt like torture. He wanted to just slam himself inside and hear the other’s desperate gasps, but he held himself back, even though it was a struggle.
“Relax, Caro. You’re taking me in so well. You’re such a good boy…” Valentino groaned out, as he slowly worked his way inside. He could feel the young man tense around him, trying to get used to the feeling. It was so hard to go slow, when every fiber of his being just wanted to just take what was his. “Just relax, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”
Marc could barely hear the older man’s words, the pain and discomfort was overtaking all his senses. He tried his best to follow his instructions, to relax and take it, but it was so difficult. The young boy just wanted to feel good, and right now all he could feel was pain. But, he tried his best to do as he was told, to be a good boy, like Valentino wanted, and he took deep shuddering breaths in and out to calm his body.
Valentino tried so hard to hold back, to let the boy get used to him, and not just slam himself in and take what he wanted. But it was so difficult, with the omega’s body so tight and perfect around him. It took every ounce of self-restraint to not just pound into him. He closed his eyes, breathing hard, trying to steady himself.
“Cazzo…” His mind was just growing more and more hazy, his instincts taking over. The only coherent thought that ran through his consciousness was that he had to be gentle. He repeated it multiple times. “essere gentile, essere gentile… il vostro compagno è ancora giovane e inesperto.... essere gentile.”
It seemed like hours before Marc finally got used to the older man’s size, the pain slowly, slowly ebbing away, leaving him with a dull sort of ache, and an unshakeable pleasure.
As soon as he was finally able to adjust, his eyes fluttered open, the pain having gone, leaving him panting heavily. “I—I’m good. I’m good now.” The young man murmured. “Please, please, please… I’m okay now.”
Valentino sighed a little in relief, hearing the young man say that he was okay. It took every ounce of his self control to keep it together, but finally, finally he was able to do what he’s been wanting to do since he got his hands on the Spaniard. Once he knew that he wasn’t going to hurt the boy, he let go of the last restraint he had and finally did what he wanted to since day one. He thrusted hard, and deep, gripping tight at his hips to hold him in place. Marc let out a sharp cry, not expecting the sudden movement. The pain was gone, for the most part, but the older man’s size and pace still took him off guard. He could barely think, his mind was in a complete haze, unable to do anything except let out cries and moans with each slam of the older man’s hips.
“Vale…” he let out a whine in between unintelligible noises.
Valentino wanted to go harder, faster, he could feel the urge rise up in him. He felt like he couldn’t get close enough to the young man, like no matter what he did, he couldn’t get enough. The older man growled, the sound deep and feral. He needed to be closer, to be as close as he could. He leaned down, bringing their bodies close, and pressed against one another’s. He nuzzled his nose into the Spaniard’s neck, his nose filled with that sweet scent once again. He panted against the other man’s skin, still thrusting into the young man, unable to get enough. He needed the boy, in a way that he couldn’t describe. This was something deeper than just lust, he knew that. He needed the boy, all of him, forever. He could scent his own desire to claim him, to keep him forever as his, without any competition. He wanted to own Marc, wanted to mark him thoroughly.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Valentino whispered into the Spaniard’s ear, his hands roaming over his skin, trying to touch every inch of the young man. He could feel his body heat rising, his own breathing heavy and quick. The older man could feel the urge to knot the boy, to lock him against him, and fill him to the brim. He could already feel his knot growing, the need growing uncontrollably. He could feel how tight the younger man was around him, clutching onto him like a vice, and all he wanted to do was to just mark him up. Mark him and claim him, until all that the young man could think about was how he belonged with Valentino. He needed to make the omega his. Valentino could feel it, every fibre of his being was screaming at him; Knot him, knock him up, make him bear your kids, bite him, mark him, claim him, mate with him. It was so difficult to hold back, to fight the urge to just mark him as his. But, he knew he should hold back a little more, even though the need growing impatient. Marc was still young, no older than 20. They would have plenty of time to fulfill his needs in the future, whenever they wanted. But, still, the thought of having to wait made him ache just a little.
He wanted to be a good mate, to be patient and gentle with the Spaniard. And yet, he could feel his instincts to just rip up the young man, to mark him, to claim him as his. He could feel his hands clench against the boy’s skin, his teeth itching to bite down on his scent gland. He pressed his nose against the gland, groaning at the scent. He wanted to bite down, but he knew he had to be patient and—
Marc let out an abrupt whine, breaking Valentino out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”
“S-Sensitive,” Marc managed out, with some effort. It was still so difficult for him to speak, but he knew he had to ask the older man something. “Bite… please,” the younger man whined, his head tilting to the side, exposing his neck. “Muérdeme, I want it… please.”
Valentino felt a jolt go through his body, hearing the Spaniard ask for that. How could he deny his future mate what he wanted? How could he deny that request? That sweet whimper out of that pretty mouth was too much. That sweet request was too much. Finally, after wanting to do it for so long, Valentino finally sank his canines into the younger man’s neck, breaking skin, marking it, claiming it. He knew the bond would take a while to fully complete, but it felt so satisfying to finally have the young man marked. The second he sank his teeth into the young man, a low, deep growl left his lips. His eyes rolled back as the familiar rush of claiming his omega went through him. He could feel the young man’s body jolt underneath him, the pain of the bite mixing with pleasure. The young man’s scent had never been so potent. Valentino’s mind was starting to go crazy. He couldn’t stop himself once he tasted the sweet, coppery taste of blood. The alpha pulled his teeth out of the young man’s neck, and before he even realised it, he was biting the younger man everywhere. His shoulders, his neck, anywhere he could get his teeth on. There was something so perfect about this young man. Something that just made him want to mark every part of him. Every inch of skin that he could mark, he did, until the younger man was covered in bite marks, all in various different stages of bruising and healing.
Marc let out sharp gasps as the older man marked him up. There was so much pain, but there was so much pleasure mixed in with it that he couldn’t take it. He had to do something, anything. But, he was pinned against the mattress, completely at the mercy of Valentino.
“It hurts so bad,” he sobbed out, as the older man marked him more and more. “Please, please…”
"I know, I know," Valentino said, in a rough, raspy tone. He didn't want to hurt the young man too much, but at the same time, he couldn’t help himself. He needed to mark him. He needed to claim him, and that was something that took over his mind. The pain meant it was real, meant that the Spaniard was his now. And it just made his instincts go off.
"You’re being such a good boy, taking it all so well for me," he growled against the younger man’s skin. He was finally done marking the younger man, his hands running over the marked skin. He felt so damn pleased at his work, to see the young man so covered in his own marks, showing everyone that the boy was his. It was so satisfying, to have such a pretty boy marked up, the omega looking like a masterpiece that he had claimed. He was growing tired, his thrusts becoming sloppy, yet he didn’t care at all. He was more than satisfied, and all he wanted was to look at his work.
“Such a pretty boy…”
Marc was practically sobbing, both from pleasure and pain. He knew what was happening, he knew the older man was claiming him, marking him as his mate. It was so painful, but he couldn’t get enough of it. He didn’t know if it was just the alpha’s pheromones, or if it was his own instincts finally settling in, but he just couldn’t get enough of the older man. Even though he was crying, even though he was being marked to an unbearable extent, he just wanted more. He needed Valentino. He wanted him. All of him. He needed to feel the other man filling him up.
Valentino could feel his mind growing hazy, his instincts finally satisfied but not completely, as he continued to roughly rock his hips. He wanted more, needed more, he needed to claim his omega completely. He could already feel his knot growing, the need to breed his future mate completely taking over. He needed to fill the younger man, mark him from the inside, show the world that the Spaniard belonged to him, and only him. He could hear the young man’s tears, the omega crying so beautifully under him.
“You’re going to be such a good mate for me…”
His knot was growing, quickly, his mind already filled with the need to breed Marc completely. He couldn’t stop his hips, not even if he tried, his pace quick and sloppy, needing to claim the young man underneath him. The young man’s scent was so thick in the air, and now, he could smell his mate’s scent all over himself, and his all over Marc. There was nothing left in either of their heads, only pure instincts driving them. The only desire in either of their minds was to breed, to complete their bond, and to claim each other. It was so thick and heavy in the air, and it was only getting harder and harder for Valentino to hold himself back, more impatient to claim the young man. He was so close, just minutes away from his knot locking into Marc, and claiming him, completely, forever.
‘ Almost, almost…’
The taller man was losing all control. All he could think and breathe and need was Marc under him. The need to claim and breed was so heavy, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He could feel the knot swelling, ready to lock inside the other, and he was just mere seconds away.
He looked down at Marc, whose was marked up everywhere, glossy eyes wide and desperate. "Sei pronto, Cucciolo?"
Marc was in a complete daze, barely able to respond to the older man. This was going to be his first time being knotted, and he was both scared and desperate for it.
It took him a second to gather his thoughts, but he eventually managed out a weak response. “Y—yes,” he breathed out, his whole body trembling, “please…”
That was all Valentino needed, that single confirmation, those words he had been waiting for. He immediately felt his instincts surge through him, his knot finally locking inside the young man, as he came. He slammed the boy deep onto the bed, before collapsing on top of him. They were connected now, and his instincts weren’t letting him move one bit. He pulled the young man against him, his hand running across the marked up skin, his own scent gland rubbing up against the marked-up one, marking his scent once more, just as a little cherry on top. He was fully satisfied now, and it was clear that Marc felt the same, simply judging from his relaxed and content expression and body language.
Valentino knew that Marc would be carrying his children soon. He wasn’t quite sure how they’d be able to get the other man to leave the season so soon—especially without explicitly stating why—considering it was currently the middle of it, but they’d figure it out. Everything would be alright now.