“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Micah gasped. “Just like that. Fuck me with your th-thick cock, I need it. God, I need it-”
“I got it for you,” Jackson grunted. “Gonna stuff you so full of my come you’ll be bloated for days.”
Micah mewled, spreading his legs a bit more so that Jackson could push himself deeper. The filthy sound of his wet ass was like an audible stimulant. Jackson gripped Micah’s hips roughly, fingers digging in so that he could hold him still while he fucked him hard, and with each thrust forward, Jackson put more power into it. He pushed forward so harshly that the legs of the bed were starting to groan, the springs in the mattress creaking beneath the two of them. Micah ate it up; he panted as loud as he wished and let Jackson use him up.
“Right there,” Micah panted, “Right there, baby, fuck- keep - fucking me, just like that,” and then he stretched out, fingers and ass twitching, and he came the first time.
Jackson could feel every inch of the omega’s body fluttering around him, could see Micah shaking beneath him. The omegas scent was smothering him, sticking to every inch of his skin until he couldn’t see straight. Jackson bent over Micah’s back and reached between his legs, fingers wrapping evenly around the man’s cock. It was warm and wet from his first, or second, or third orgasm. Who knew how many Micah had actually had without his alpha’s cock inside of him? All Jackson knew was how slick the omega was now, how wet every part of his body was, and how horny he smelled.
Like a bitch in heat, waiting to be bred. Every alpha deserved to experience this.
Jackson growled and fucked Micah at a punishing pace, drinking in every moan and every gasp, pumping Micah’s cock in time with his thrusts and listening to the slick as it gathered at his hole. Micah would probably stay hard for hours and that was fine because Jackson never wanted this to end.
“You want my come, baby? You want me to knock you up and give you something to brag about?”
“Yeah, do it, do it, do it.”
“Because you need my cock. What are the other omegas gonna think about how good daddy treats you, huh? Think they’ll be jealous? Think they’ll imagine you here, hanging off my dick all night until you’re stretched and full - shit, fuck-”
Micah screamed, hunching in on himself and garbling nonsense as he came again, warm strips of his release shooting onto the bed. It was so soon after the first one, a boost to Jackson’s ego even though this was the nature of heats - an omega who could just come and come and come until he passed out. Jackson’s hand caught some of the dribble as he pumped Micah through the aftershocks. The omega’s cock stayed blessedly hard.
“I want you so badly,” Micah sighed. His voice wobbled and it sounded a bit like he was ready to cry.
It was a purely biological need. Micah’s body was made for Jackson’s rut, was made to take the rough and demanding sex that went on for days. Micah’s body wanted it. It was open and receptive to a cock so much bigger than his own because alphas were always packing such massive ones that omegas had little choice otherwise. When Micah looked back, though, for just a second, glancing over his shoulder with his mouth hanging open and his eyes half-lidded, for a second Jackson could believe it was something greater. That this wasn’t just some hormonal tryst, and that this feeling of completion, of utter bliss, was specific to the two of them.
Maybe this was divine intervention. Either that or something like it.
“Okay, baby,” Jackson huffed. He ran one hand along Micah’s spine and felt it quiver, and when Micah faced forward again and dipped his sweating head to the mattress, Jackson put his all into it. He fucked Micah like it was the last thing on earth he’d ever do, thrusting the hard line of his cock into Micah’s fluttering hole hard enough to almost flatten the omega against the mattress. The sound of his balls against the man’s ass was so arousing that Jackson wanted it recorded, played on a loop in the Louvre like the art that it was.
Micah’s chest shuddered when Jackson groaned, and he went stiff as he came a third time, entire body seizing up in what looked like a painful orgasm. But when he started breathing again, Jackson knew that it wasn’t over. Micah began to roll his hips almost wildly, pushing back to meet Jackson’s thrusts as he started chasing another orgasm. Jackson was amazed. His omega was a go-getter, a stunner, a fucking beast. And he’d probably do this for days, just riding and pressing himself back until Jackson was balls deep in him. Jackson smirked down at Micah’s body, leaning back and slapping Micah’s ass to watch it jiggle around his cock.
“I’m gonna come in you, baby. I’m gonna give you what you want.”
“Mm,” Micah hummed. He was bent inward like a cat, back arched and knees spread indecently. He looked so beautiful, a soft pink color blooming on his ass-cheek where Jackson had smacked him, and the scent that was wafting from between his legs was so overwhelming. It matched perfectly; it was just as mouthwatering, just as pretty.
“But I want you to beg me for it,” Jackson finished, punctuating each word with a well-aimed thrust. “Tell me what you’d do for my dick.”
Micah inhaled deeply, moaning so obscenely that Jackson thought he’d imagined it.
“Fuck, I want it so badly, please,” Micah started immediately. He babbled like his jaw were made of loose hinges. “Please, alpha, I waited for you. I waited for your cock - wanted it in me so badly, please.”
“You waited? Ah, ah, ah -” Jackson growled. He wound his arm back and released again, slapping Micah’s ass a second time. This time, it was a sharp sound, and an even sharper sting against his palm. A bit disciplinary, though the heat behind it was clearly a show of dominance, and Micah didn’t try to hide how much it turned him on. He tilted his head back and screamed, and Jackson reached out to grip a handful of his sweaty hair, keeping his head back at an angle so that he had to pant loudly to breathe. “How many times did you come before you got to me?”
“I don’t know,” Micah cried, voice strained against his position. “Fuck, I - it was always you. I t-touched myself and I - I thought…”
Jackson growled and snapped his hips forward so hard that the remaining words never made it past Micah’s lips. Jackson didn’t want apologies. In fact, he wasn’t angry at all. He could imagine Micah stuffing himself full of a fake cock, imagining Jackson in it’s place. It made him feel important. Now that Micah was starting to devolve into wordless sounds, just garbled noises and choked off breathing, Jackson was certain that he was fulfilling the expectations that the omega had of him. Whenever his ass started to flutter around Jackson’s cock, the alpha knew he was coming yet again, soiling the sheets beyond repair and releasing orgasm after orgasm on the linens.
Soon, Jackson could feel his own orgasm approaching.
“Touch yourself,” Jackson warned, chest heaving as he thrust wildly into Micah’s heat. Everything was so easy, so good. He was gonna come. His eyes rolled back and he moaned, and then he said, “Fuck your fist. I’m gonna come inside you.”
Micah was quick to respond. He began to chant, oh, please, please, please, and Jackson could feel the clench as the omega started to stroke his own cock, masturbating to the pace of Jackson riding his ass. Jackson’s orgasm started in his spine. He bent over Micah’s back and licked the base of his neck. There was a small, sweaty part of his skin where his mating gland was, a little bit past the juncture in the man’s shoulder and jaw, somewhere close to the base of his neck, and Jackson was unbelievably tempted to just bite down and bond them. They were already connected. The alpha was already so deep inside. Micah whined and leaned his head to the side so that the strip of skin was fully exposed.
“Do it,” Micah begged. “I need it.”
“I know,” Jackson breathed. His hips stuttered and his body stung, balls tightening as he started to come. There was no question that he was going to give Micah what he wanted, because a good alpha did that for his omega. When Jackson bit down on the skin of Micah’s neck, his whole world went white. The omega screamed, clenching down so hard on Jackson
’s cock that the alpha worried he might not be able to push back in at all. He forced his way inside, settling deep inside as his cock twitched a pool of come into the omega’s body.
And like a puzzle piece in the right slot, Jackson and Micah’s entire beings began to intertwine. There was no explanation for it. No words or situations that Jackson could liken it to. He couldn’t pull out. He couldn’t move. His entire mental state was revolved around being as close to Micah as humanly possible.
Micah whimpered and whined, hand shaking terribly as his body came undone. He painted the bed white and his cock pulsed as he orgasmed for what felt like forever. Jackson reached around and covered the omega’s fist, guiding him through the endless aftershocks as he whispered soft praises in his ear. He was driven by the savage desire to be a good alpha. He wanted his omega to feel safe and feel loved, even if it didn’t make much difference now that they were mating. The warm, puffy hole that was suctioned to the hot skin of his cock was so comfortable. It was so fitting. Like a key in a slot.
“You’re so good for me baby. Feel how tight your hole is around me right now.”
To make a point, Jackson reached between the mess of slick in Micah’s cheeks, hooking his thumb in alongside his cock.
“Fuck, fuck,” Micah sobbed. “I c-can’t stop.”
Then don’t stop, Jackson thought savagely. Don’t ever fucking stop.
Jackson had never felt anything like it in his life. Though he’d fucked a few omegas, he’d never bonded. He’d never wanted to bond, not like he did now. The feeling of Micah’s body, the scent of his new mate, was already starting to shift. If Jackson had thought that the scent was his entire universe rolled up in one before, now he understood the true power of a mate, because he felt so encompassed by what the omega’s scent was shaping itself into that he felt half crazy from it. Jackson was sure he was dreaming.
But even if he was, his rut had never been better.
* * *
They followed you.
Love. Crushes. Infatuation. They all followed you. Trailed along behind you like a shadow, always present, always looming, and even the shade wasn’t recess from the crazy symptoms of a man in love. Jackson had always seen himself as a person who could avoid it. He’d watched people he respected bend over for their physiology and lose themselves to their emotions, and he hated every second of it. Mutating who you were because of someone else’s hormones. It was an embarrassing thing to do.
Then he’d met Micah.
It was as if he were reborn. His entire philosophy changed, and he knew now what all the songs and the quotes and the movies were about. With certainty, if Micah needed him to change, he would change. Jackson didn’t know whether that was the alpha talking, or just his very human response to finding a person that seemingly completed every part of him.
Jackson wondered if his friends would be able to tell. If he’d walk into class a week or two from now and the other alphas would tilt their noses up at him to smell the residual scent of Micah’s heat on his body. As he laid back with Micah in his lap, the omega riding his cock slowly, just rolling his hips, he wondered about a lot of things. But all of his musings dissolved the second Micah leaned forward and kissed him, licking filthily into his mouth and moaning into the space between his lips.
They’d been fucking for hours, maybe even a whole day, non-stop since the moment Jackson had woken up. They were sweaty and disgusting. The stench of their sex had covered every single inch of the room, was wound into the blankets and the pillows as if it were the fabric itself, and was settled on their skin in the form of sweat and come. Jackson truly believed that he could do this for eternity without ever wanting for anything else. He could shift and roll in a bed the size of a yoga mat, and he could fuck Micah until the man couldn’t even remember his own name.
As long as his omega was here like this, tonguing between his lips and tasting every inch of his mouth, he would be perfectly content.
“You feel so good,” Jackson mumbled, gripping Micah’s ass as they kissed and spreading his cheeks further. The sound of slick gathering around his cock was so filthy it was making him impossibly hard. The tickle of it as it dribbled down his shaft and pooled around his balls was the extra stimulation he didn’t know he needed. Micah was so wet, the slick keeping them both from chaffing too much, and as the omega rolled into another dry orgasm, cock twitching feebly and producing nothing, Jackson said, “Look at you - putting in some much work. I can’t believe how good you smell.”
Micah whined. He’d lost total control of his reactions to the baritone of Jackson’s voice singing his praises. None of the studious, focused omega that Jackson had seen in the classroom remained.
“Smell like you,” Micah reminded him, nipping at his bottom lip. “‘m yours now.”
To be honest, Jackson felt like Micah had always been his. The two just hadn’t crossed paths soon enough.
“Yeah, you are,” Jackson grunted. Micah sounded so tired. He was speaking slower and his voice was much huskier. He was exhausted, and yet he fucked back on Jackson’s dick like it was the only thing he knew. Carefully, Jackson held Micah’s waist to slow him down, and then he pushed up on his heels, rolling the two of them over so that Micah was beneath him. The omega sighed and wrapped his arms around Jackson’s shoulders, and Jackson reached between their legs so that he could steady his cock and push right back in. It was easier, and the quieter, more docile noises that slipped from Micah’s mouth in this position were unbelievable.
“You’re gonna take care of me,” Micah slurred, lips moving against Jackson’s temple. He kissed the alpha’s skin softly, lips just a soft and warm pressure against Jackson’s, and Jackson thrust into him slowly, making sure that his cock was deep-seated and spreading him well. They’d been in this position on and off since they’d started, but only now that his rut was clearing could he truly appreciate it. Micah wrapped his legs around Jackson’s waist, hooking his ankles and wiggling his ass playfully. Jackson growled and tried to spank him, the awkward angle producing much more of a tap to his thigh.
Jackson’s alpha was in the clouds. It was such a foreign feeling. Usually his ruts were just a week of bitterness and suffering followed by an equally boring recuperation period. It was staggering how quickly they hit, and when the hormones evened out and Jackson went back to normal, it was usually a drop. A tough winding road flanked on all sides by his wounded pride and his heavy emotions. Now his hormones were regulating slowly, teetering between an unshakable need, and a normal, healthy, bone-deep desire. Rather than reaching a crest and falling off of it, Micah was walking Jackson’s body back down the slope, back to normalcy.
It didn’t take long for Jackson to come. Micah’s throat was too raw for him to do anything but squeeze his eyes shut and grit his teeth, fingers scratching at Jackson’s back as he came. There was nothing left for him to give. He’d been dried out for many long hours and now. His dick just twitched and twitched and twitched. Micah’s head tipped back and he tried to yell, but it was so broken that Jackson had to giggle. The omega’s body milked Jackson’s cock for all the come it was worth, pulsing around his shaft until he was properly satisfied.
When it was over, Micah and Jackson were left heaving, chests shuddering.
“Fuck,” Micah huffed. “Holy fuck.”
Jackson agreed wholeheartedly. He chuffed and hid his face in Micah’s neck, nosing at his jaw and licking at the skin. Micah’s scent had changed, almost dramatically now. Whereas before he’d smelled like winter and snow, now he smelled almost… rich. Buttery. It was such a strange contrast to his previous scent that Jackson had to pause and soak in it. It wasn’t as if the original elements of the man’s scent weren’t there, it was as if they’d been rearranged to make space for Jackson assumed was his scent, too.
“Are you comfortable?” Jackson asked, still a bit breathless.
“I am, but I don’t think you are, right? Roll us over,” Micah suggested, stuttering when Jackson moved to
obey. “A-ah, okay, wait. Just… go slow. It stings a bit.”
Jackson moved more carefully than ever. He used his strength to lift Micah’s hips properly, and then the two of them maneuvered until they were chest to chest again, this time with Micah on top. Unlike last time, Micah didn’t rock back onto his cock to bring himself to another orgasm. Instead, he wiggled until he was comfortable and then settled in, laying his head on Jackon’s chest, refusing to let the alpha pull out. The two of them stayed still for a long time, catching their breath and trying to regain some of their energy. Jackson wanted to fall asleep, but he also wanted to stay awake and rub Micah’s shoulders, run his fingertips down the omega’s sides, just hold him close and scent him until the only thing his nose knew how to recognize.
Finally, breaking the silence, Jackson asked, “I’m not dreaming, right?”
“No. You’re not dreaming.”
“Then how’d you get in here?”
“You’re in my heat room,” Micah said coquettishly. “So how’d you get in here?”
Jackson laughed. “Okay, how’d I get in here.”
“They bought you to me.”
Jackson snorted. “We’re not mated though. You know that, right?”
“My neck says otherwise.”
When Jackson huffed a soft laugh beneath his breath, Micah followed suit. Then he continued, “We were… bonded in the classroom. Not mated yet, but our bodies… it was an Intractable Mating. Did you ever learn about those?”
“No…”
“Hmm,” Micah said, leaning up and running the pad of his finger along the bridge of Jackson’s nose. When he spoke, the vibration of his voice traveled through both of their chests. “Seems like an all-alpha education ain’t what it’s cracked up to be,” when Jackson grumbled his displeasure, Micah smiled brilliantly at him and quickly continued, “I learned about it in my Omegan Reproduction Biology course. Actually, Dr. Jemma taught that one, too.”
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