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"Are you sure you don't want to cuff me?" Ruze asked, his entire body tense as he lay down on his bed, eyes fixed, glaring at the ceiling. He wasn't angry though. He was concentrating, taking in deep, steady breaths to ground himself.
He looked so serious despite being complete naked, his cock bright red and standing hard. Though the sight isn't anywhere near as sensual as the scent of his room which was overpowering even to a beta like Jurard.
"Not my kink." Jurard said, snickering when his jest was rewarded with a snarl. He took his clothes off before joining Ruze on the bed, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand and practically soaking one hand with it. "Don't worry so much, we both know I can take you. And it's not like we needed it before."
"Don't be so fucking careless." Ruze growled, "What if I slip? Just because I've never hurt you before, doesn't mean I never will."
"You won't." he said without a hint of hesitation or doubt. "I trust you, so stop worrying about it."
Ruze growled and as Jurard joined him in his bed, straddling him, he had a good view of the monster hunter. A sheen of sweat covered ever inch of skin, muscles pulled taut, his pupils blown out and teeth bared. That handsome face was scrunched up in an expression of pure concentration, occasionally interrupted by gasps of pleasure whenever Jurard accidentally brushes his cock. His hands were over his head, gripping the headboard tightly as if he was afraid of losing control and hurting Jurard. As expected of Ruze, he wasn't the kind of person who would let himself be consumed by his instincts.
"I got you." he breathed out, one hand cupping Ruze's cheek and caressing it with his thumb while the other worked on preparing himself to take the alpha's cock.
He won't be able to take Ruze; knot, but it'll be enough to alleviate some of the alpha's discomfort. And that's all he wanted to do. That's all this was— just helping his second-in-command out.
Jurard tried to ignore the sense of pride when he saw the hungry look in Ruze's eyes, watching intently as he prepared himself— tried to suppress a shudder at how he manged to radiate both danger and desire. He can't let himself get carried away with it. Ruze was in rut. It wasn't that he wanted Jurard, he wanted release.
Jurard pulled his fingers out with a squelch, the generous amount of lube he used was dripping out of him, making him look like an omega producing slick.
Jurard was proud to be a beta. He was happy that he didn't have to deal with the biological inconveniences of being an omega or an alpha. He would always say that he wouldn't want to be anything else.
But there were moments when he did. Moments when he wondered if his family would've acknowledged him more if he'd been an alpha. If Armis would be more successful and treated seriously if their leader was seen as anything but mundane.
If Ruze would look at him outside of his ruts with that expression of desire and reverance if he had only been an omega.
Jurard was proud, but he was also greedy. It's why he offered this whole arrangement in the first place.
He took the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount over Ruze's cock. No need to stingy with it, he'll need all the help he can get.
He watched as Ruze tensed up, his grip on the headboard tightening, and his breaths getting heavier. He wants to take control— wants to get up, throw Jurard on the bed, and fuck him hard. But he doesn't, even as every nerve in his body is screaming at him to do so, because he didn't want to hurt Jurard.
Honestly, Jurard wouldn't mind it. But saying that out loud would mean admitting to a lot of things he wasn't ready to say yet. So he doesn't and instead focuses on the task at hand.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto Ruze, his breath hitching as the head entered and then he sunk down, savoring the sensation of being filled. But not too much, he can't let himself get too distracted.
He stopped at the swell of Ruze's knot and smothers down all the desires he had of taking it all. He was a beta. It probably wouldn't fit, and even if it did, there's no way it would be pleasurable for Ruze.
Jurard started moving, bouncing on Ruze's cock that still maanged to fill him even not including the knot, which he wrapped a hand around to simulate full penetration. This was for Ruze's benefit, and from the noises he was making, Jurard was doing a great job. So surely, it wouldn't be so wrong for him to enjoy himself and get lost in pleasure too?
Listening to Ruze's growls and moans brought a different type of ecstasy though, just from the idea that he was the one making Ruze feel good. It was addicting. He reminded himself not to linger on it— reminded himself that this was a temporary, convenient arrangement that would end once Ruze finds himself a worthy partner. A good omega who wasn't as obnoxiously loud or difficult to deal with as Jurard, and can make Ruze feel good— better than Jurard ever could.
Someone actually suited for someone as strong and amazing as Ruze.
Jurard's movements were getting sloppier as he felt his climax approaching. This was bad, it's too early. He bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from cumming too soon.
"Cum for me." Ruze's husky voice shot at Jurard's willpower. Maybe it was the alpha pheromones or maybe Jurard's subconscious was just seeking permission, but his hips started moving on its own and chasing for his pleasure despite his brain telling him to slow down— to focus on what's best for Ruze.
"Good boy." Ruze grunted and Jurard couldn't hold back a whimper. "That's it… so good. You'll cum for me, won't you?"
And that's all it took to push him over the edge. Jurard couldn't even stop the high pitched whine he let out as he stained both their chests with his spend. He barely had time to bask int he afterglow as the world spun around him.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back and Ruze was pumping him full. Jurard could swear he could feel his stomach distend and he let out a tiny moan. He wondered what a heat or a rut felt like and how Ruze could manage to think straight through his when Jurard's brain already felt like mush from one good fuck.
Damnit, Ruze's rut just started. He got carried away and now he'll basically be useless for the rest of it.
"It's okay…" Ruze grunted as if reading his mind. "We still have some time before I'm at the thick of it. Rest for now."
"What about you?"
"… I'll keep myself entertained." He nuzzled Jurard's neck and grinded deeper into him.
Jurard shivered. "In the mood to play with your food today, eh?" he tried to joke but his voice was too shaky. He was grateful that Ruze didn't talk more and just focused on leaving marks all over Jurard's neck.
Strange. He wasn't usually this… clingy. But the more ruts Jurard helped Ruze out with, the more relaxed they became with each other. So he shrugged it off and closed his eyes, deciding to get as much rest as he could for the long, tiring night ahead of him.
Ruze watched him intently, basking in the beauty of the strongest beta he's ever met, trying to smother his alpha's urge to flip the man over and bite that sweet, delectable nape.
He can't. Jurard was just helping him out, he can't take advantage of him after all he's done. No matter how much his fangs ached to claim him or his knot craved to be buried deep inside him. His fear of hurting Jurard always trumped his selfish desires in the end.
Jurard was a proud, independent beta, and Ruze wasn't about to ruin whatever the fuck it was they had just because he wanted to be greedy.