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Naim can barely open his eyes. He feels the steady presence of Ryan beside him, holding him up and guiding him out of the school. He can vaguely make out the double doors, the parking lot, the endless streams of students making their way around him and only briefly looking back to see what’s wrong with him. Nobody stops them. Nobody cares enough to stop them. It’s embarrassing to be held up like this by the one person he never wanted to involve, but he doesn’t think he could muster the strength to walk himself if he tried.
This is why Naim preferred to suffer through his heats alone in the safety of his room. His mum too disturbed to bother him, not bothering to check if he needed anything or if he was alright. As much as it used to upset him, he’s now thankful for it. Naim has learned that the only thing worse than being invisible in this world is relying on someone, and now he has to rely on Ryan to save him.
For the second? Third? Fourth? Time? He’s lost track of how many times the alpha has come to his rescue.
If he wasn’t being held up by him right now, surely his knees would buckle under the weight of this revelation. A strangled whimper escapes his throat as he holds back tears. The worst thing is that the need for Ryan outweighs the need to hold onto his dignity. Right now, being this close to him and smelling his pheromones, knowing he’s on high alert with the intention to get him to safety makes his omega preen, his mouth filling with saliva as he yearns for it to be stuffed full of cock.
Naim puts all his strength into opening his eyes. The lids only come up halfway, but he can just make out the stretch of trees right before the factory. He knows where they are now. They bike this path together almost everyday, chasing each other in and out of the tree line and seeing who can reach the edge first. The Banksia tree they carved their initials into passes them on the left, and Naim knows they’re almost there.
So close. Merely a few feet away.
The anticipation of finally having Ryan’s knot inside him causes his brain to fuzz at the edges and all the energy to leave his body. His limbs slump down heavily and Ryan just about drops him.
“Fuck! Naim, are you okay?” Ryan drops their bags and puts all his strength into picking him back up. Naim can’t help it any longer. He whimpers at the weight of Ryan’s arms around him and he pulls him to the ground with him. His omega takes over the entire front of his mind and he settles himself on top of Ryan’s hips, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops of his slacks.
Ryan, who seems to still be recovering from his whiplash during the fall, throws his hands up when he sees Naim pulling his pants down to his thighs.
“Woah! Naim… Naim, why don’t we wait until we get to the factory? It’s only a few more feet – we can’t out here – there’s too m–”
Naim shakes his head, cutting him off. “I can’t wait any longer, I’m sorry. I need it, Ryan. I fucking need it so bad.”
Sensing the desperation in his voice, Ryan nods and reaches up to help Naim slide his boxers down his legs, then lifts up his hips to get his own bottoms. Naim watches with an impatient twinkle in his eyes, drool dripping down his chin as he bites his bottom lip. His hole clenches around empty air, leaves crunching under their bodies as they squirm around to get the position just right.
Just right turns out to be Naim’s hands braced on Ryan’s shoulders, bent over the front of his body while Ryan’s hands prod at the dripping hole between them. He uses one hand to spread his cheeks, kneading his fingers into the plush skin while the other prepares to sink in and open Naim up.
“No… no. Don’t need it – just inside me. Now. please.”
Now that simply Ryan cannot allow.
“No way, Naim. Not without opening you up first. It’s going to hurt – I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Despite the way his cock sits hotly at Naim’s entrance, twitching with every brush against the rim, desperate to sink in and feel the heat enveloping it, Ryan holds his hips still when Naim tries to wiggle onto it. Naim cries out and squirms anyway, catching the rim right against the slit and making them both cry out.
At this point, Ryan is shaking. Naim’s scent has been just pumping out of his gland for several minutes. He can barely think straight, barely breathe without inhaling the delicious coconut and lime. It’s even sweeter now with Naim in heat, curling around him and making his mouth water with the craving to taste it. He buries his face in Naim’s neck, pressing his nose right to it and taking a deep breath. His fangs throb. It would be so easy to just bite him right now. Just sink his teeth in and make Naim his and pump him full of pups and make his belly bulge so everyone knows he’s claimed.
But he doesn’t do that.
He does, however, give Naim what he wants. Mostly because he’s too impatient to wait for it either.
“Okay, okay, but let me know if it hurts. Please? You’ll tell me?”
Naim’s eyes are squeezed shut with pleasure. He nods, reaching down to spread himself open even wider, making a fat glob of slick drip out of him and fall onto Ryan’s cock. He moans and hooks a finger into his rim, stretching him open to take him in one straight thrust.
Ryan always imagined the first time he fucked Naim to be romantic and slow; stretched across his bed with candles lit up around the room. Maybe there’d be music. There would definitely be rose petals everywhere – and he would take his time. He would kiss him for hours, leave love bites all over his body, marking up his pale skin and making sure Naim knew how good he tasted. He’d eat him out, using his fingers to open him up until he was shaking and crying to be filled.
Kind of like this, he supposed. Only this time, they were in the middle of the forest with a thick-trunked tree covering them from any passerby. The sun glistened through the branches, painting their bodies with warm light and casting shadows over their limbs. Naim was on top of him, taking him inch by inch, sinking down on his length until their thighs met in the center. Ryan could only pant as he looked up at Naim, watching the way his face scrunched up in pleasure and his tongue poked from between his lips once he bottomed out.
He couldn’t help it – he reached up to grab Naim’s jaw and pull him in for a kiss. He looked so beautiful like this, taking Ryan so well. So needy, so desperate. It drove him crazy.
Why did he wait so long to fuck him?
“Alpha, please,” Naim whimpered into his mouth. “It hurts.”
Ryan immediately breaks the kiss. “What hurts, baby? What’s wrong?”
Naim follows him back down and whimpers, “No, no, come back, need it.” He rolls his hips slow and deep, dragging Ryan’s cock against his walls and rubbing right up against his knot. It felt fucking incredible. He needed it again and again and again.
His alpha wins out. His self control having been withered down to an aimless nub, no longer able to prevent himself from not fucking into the pliant body above him. Even with Naim on top, he sits there with an uncertainty of what to do, how to please himself and use Ryan’s cock best.
Good thing Ryan knew exactly what to do.
Ryan had never been with anyone else. He had never really wanted anyone else. Other alphas around him had always asked him what he was looking for, what he wanted in an omega and what it would take for him to settle down. That’s what it was about in their town after all – settling down.
Finding a nice alpha or omega who had the same family goals as you and starting one. Well, not for Ryan. He didn’t really have an option. He had to find an omega from a good family and a fertile lineage if he wanted to settle down with anyone. His parents definitely didn’t speak to him enough to know him as a person, but they had sure made that clear when he was growing up. Over and over again.
But Ryan had never cared. He had never looked, never been interested in any other girls at their school. Even betas hadn’t really caught his attention. He was just… uninterested. He always thought something was wrong with him.
Until now. Until the feeling of thrusting up into Naim, holding his thin waist between his hands and marveling at the way his fingers almost touched behind his back. How if he angled it just right, he could feel his cock bulging through his stomach. How every time he fucked into him, Naim let out a cry that he could catalog with the sexiest things he had ever heard.
Everything was coming together like puzzle pieces in front of him. He finally understood what his parents meant by settling down with an omega, the appeal of raising a family and living a traditional life calling to him with every drag against Naim’s walls. Ryan reached up to grab Naim’s hands and tangle their fingers together. On a particularly deep thrust, he kissed Naim’s palm and dug his teeth into his wrist, holding eye contact while he flashed his fangs and nibbled at the soft skin there.
Naim was all but gaping down at him. He knew he was teasing – he knew if he had asked Naim right now, without hesitation, he would want him to bite him. They both wanted it more than anything in the world. But the uncertainty was still present in the back of Ryan’s mind. In the town they lived in, it wasn't enough to want something to be able to accept all the terms. The consequences were big and glaring; it could ruin their lives. But it could also change it for the better.
Still, Ryan teased. Still, he dug his teeth into the prominent vein pumping blood through Naim’s wrist. Then it happened; Ryan’s fangs popped the skin and the metallic taste of blood started freely flowing into his mouth, tasting juicy and sweet and everything Naim. Naim threw his head back and whined so loud the birds in the nearby trees fluttered away. Ryan couldn’t have pulled his mouth away to shush him if he tried, the sheer arousal he felt from being able to have every part of him like this was too enticing to bear.
It was a promise like nothing else. An unsaid proposal between the two of them – this is what it would feel like if we mated.
And it was so good. Too good, in fact, that Ryan’s knot started to fill up. It was too soon, he didn’t want to stop yet. So, he pulled his mouth off Naim’s wrist, and while keeping them as close as possible, he flipped them both over so he was on top and Naim was settled onto the dirt below him.
Ryan could see him a lot better like this, really take in the way his eyes shimmered with tears and his cheeks were wet with some that had already fallen. To his delight, he was also able to see the mess that was already on Naim’s stomach.
“You already came, love?”
Naim huffed petulantly and refused to meet his eyes. Despite the cum that was clearly splattered across his stomach, he was still rock hard and bobbing. Ryan hadn’t even touched him yet.
He was curious. “When did you finish?”
When Naim didn’t answer, Ryan dragged his hips backwards, his knot stretching Naim and leaving him empty as he inched out. He groaned and grabbed Ryan’s shoulders to stop him.
“When you – my wrist… felt so good.”
Ryan smirked. He pushed back in slowly. “Little omega wants to be bitten, huh?"
He didn’t give Naim a chance to answer. Letting the words hang in the air, Ryan pulled completely and slammed back in, hard. Over and over again, plunging deeper inside with every thrust. Naim held onto his biceps and cried while Ryan fucked him the way he had always wanted to. It came naturally, really. He chased the sensation of Naim clenching around him, panting in his ear and his hands squeezing the skin of his arms so hard he left little half-moons in his wake.
The friction between them was practically nonexistent. There was so much slick dripping that he slid right in and out, his knot getting bigger and bigger with every thrust. Naim was babbling incoherently underneath him when he felt something splatter against his stomach. A few seconds later, he felt Naim get hard again and twitch between them.
That was one thing Ryan was always excited to spend Naim’s heat with him for – the fast refractory period. They had talked about spending it together before, planning out where they would be and Ryan promising that he would be there the next time it happened. They had never thought it would come so suddenly though, and definitely not in the middle of school.
And yet, Ryan could say wholeheartedly that it was all worth it. Even as they fucked on the forest floor, definitely getting dirt and leaves into every single nook and cranny, nothing could be better than this for their first time.
It was symbolic, almost, of everything they had been through together and everything they represented to one another.
Ryan let his head drop down to lay on Naim’s shoulder and inhale his scent again. The more that his knot grew, the more hazy his thoughts got. The more his fangs throbbed, the more he was desperate to unlatch his jaw and sink his teeth in. It would be so easy – the way Naim’s skin at his wrist split so cleanly. It would only take a little pressure. It would only take a minute.
Time seems to move in slow motion as Ryan’s knot fully inflates and locks him in place, leaving him inside Naim as he comes. It happens so fast he doesn’t even have time to warn him. Every single one of their limbs tangled together, Ryan’s face in Naim’s neck while he strokes the sweaty blonde curls on top of him, panting into his ear and rolling his hips for more friction against them.
If Ryan wasn’t so blissed out he’d probably laugh. Naim was insatiable – and it was kind of the hottest thing ever. They stay like that for several minutes once Ryan empties himself into Naim. Being like this and enjoying the slowness of the calm air after the frenzy they were just engaged in is nice. Ryan could live here forever, really.
Naim feels a hand snake down between them and wrap around his cock. Yes, he’s still hard, but after three orgasms, it’s feeling a bit tender. But Ryan takes it slow. They have all the time in the world now. He jerks him off slow and lazy, pressing soft kisses to Naim’s face while he twists his wrist on the upstroke, rubbing a feather-light thumb over the slit. When Naim has his fourth and final orgasm, he lets Ryan hold him until he softens, then squirms away when it gets to be too much.
“How was that?”
Naim hums. “So good. Wish we had made it to the factory, though,” He lifts his hips a bit but stops when Ryan whimpers. “I’m pretty sure there’s dirt all over my uniform.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s dirt in my ass.”
Ryan lights up when Naim laughs. Maybe Naim laughed at everything, but it made Ryan ecstatic every single time. He looks down lovingly at the boy below him, his breathing slowing down as his knot starts to deflate. A bittersweet tragedy, really. As much as it would do them some good to get up and get Naim home, Ryan wanted to stay here forever, pumping cum into his omega and making his belly bulge with it.
Not a part of his mind he wants to spend too much time with, though.
He gingerly grabs Naim’s wrist and pulls it up so he can look at it. There’s dried blood around the two puncture wounds on his skin, right on top of where the blue vein meets his palm. He grimaces at it. Now being away from his alpha haze, he’s afraid he hurt him. Naim sees the change in his face and looks at his wrist with Ryan.
“It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about. Felt really good,” He smiles, “My neck next?”
Ryan’s throat goes dry at that. Although his knot has deflated and he’s gone soft, he definitely feels a coil tighten in his groin.
“Don’t tempt me.”
Naim cocks his head to the side. “Whatever do you mean?”
Hm. Okay. Fine.
Settling back on his knees, Ryan pulls out of Naim and all but whimpers once his cock hits the cool air. He grabs him by the waist and flips him over fast, bringing his hips back and pushing down on his shoulders so he arches his back and completely bares himself to Ryan.
This is a new position for them. Ryan just stares in awe at Naim bent over for him like this, cock hanging limply between his legs and ass fully open for him. It’s unlike anything he’s seen before. Somehow, the blood starts to rush into his dick again. He thinks there’s something about Naim’s pheromones that just make him a horny machine, never satisfied until he’s had Naim in every possible way he can.
Right now though, he’ll be getting him back for the snarky comment he just made.
“Ryan? What are you doing?” His voice is shaky as he looks back to Ryan, raising an eyebrow on the expression on his face. He can see the way his knees dig into the dirt, goosebumps prickling across his skin in the breeze while he waits for further instruction. Ryan thinks it’s really cute that despite not knowing what’s going on, he stays in place so patiently.
Naim’s hole is drenched. There’s no other word for it. The pink rim practically shines in the sunlight, a mix of slick and cum leaking out and dripping down Naim’s thighs.
Ryan groans and wraps a hand around the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum just at the sight. “Jesus Christ,” He mutters to himself as he takes it all in.
Truly, it’s unfair how good Naim looks from all angles. There’s not a single part of his body that doesn’t look appetizing; Ryan thinks he would want to even put his mouth on the backs of his knees. Maybe his elbows. Run a tongue over his shoulder blades. Which, in all fairness, he leans over and does right now. Traces the bone as it ripples through the skin and enjoys the way Naim moans through it. He presses a chaste kiss to the area and focuses back on what he really wants right now.
He puts a hand over one of his cheeks and spreads him open. Admires the way his hole winks at him. Licks his lips and dives in, swiping his tongue in a lewd stripe right over the rim, keeping it flat as he goes from his perineum to his balls.
“Oh my God, Ryan, what are you doing?” Naim hisses, his hips jumping from the sensation. Ryan has to pull him back to keep him steady and continues licking, picking up the taste of omega slick on his tastebuds. It’s good, sweet and tangy and musky in the best way. When he starts to use his fingers to push into Naim’s already stretched hole and pair it along with his tongue, that’s when the boy below him starts to get restless.
Almost as if he can’t decide whether or not to lean in or pull away, Naim starts to make different noises than the ones from earlier. Not that the ones from earlier weren’t good, but these are just. Insane. Ryan has to hold himself back from humping Naim’s thigh to the sound of them, just music to his ears. He fucks two fingers in and out of the wet heat, using his tongue to lick anything up that drips out. When his fingers get tired, he uses his tongue.
He holds Naim’s hips while he fucks his tongue in and out of his hole, Ryan’s face wet with slick and his own cum. He’s built up a good rhythm and switches between his tongue and his fingers, doing anything he can to keep drawing those noises out of Naim.
Who, by the way, has sunken down to his hands because his elbows couldn’t keep him up right anymore. His entire body shakes, his thighs are like jelly. Just before he wobbles to the ground, Ryan catches him and wraps an arm around his waist. He can’t get away from it, just has to sit here and take it until Ryan decides he’s had enough.
Which is perfectly fine with Naim.
Ryan pulls away when his tongue starts to cramp and blows a puff of air on it, which makes Naim cry out. He looks down to see his cock dripping obscenely between his legs, creating a pool in the dirt beneath them.
“You had enough, baby?”
Naim says something into his arm that Ryan can’t make out.
“What was that?
Something else unintelligible.
So Ryan reaches down and grabs the hairs that curl on the nape of Naim’s neck and pulls him out of his forearm.
“Omega can’t speak now? What did you say?”
Naim sobs wetly and shakes his head. “I said… I said I’ve had enough! I’m sorry!”
He could be nice, but then he remembers how Naim didn’t let him open him up before they fucked. Which he couldn’t let become a habit.
Ryan decides he can take a little more. He reaches down to grab Naim’s cock and jerk him off while kitten licking his hole, just enough to drive him crazy while not pushing him to the edge too fast. Naim’s face goes back in his forearm, but Ryan decides to allow it just because of how loud he is. He loves to hear the sounds he makes – but they’re pushing it at this point.
It’s amazing how they haven’t been found.
Naim cums shortly with a limp twitch of his cock when nothing comes out. Ryan thinks he milked it all out two orgasms ago, but at least he should be satiated for a few hours, until the symptoms get bad again. It should be enough time to get him home, though. Ryan scoops Naim up in his arms and cradles his shaking form into his chest, scratching his fingers through his scalp and cooing softly in his ear.
“You did so good, baby. I told you I would take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
Naim melts into his arms and wraps himself tightly around Ryan. He’s hot to the touch, his hair sticking to his forehead with a layer of sweat that continues to drip down the back of his neck. At least now his fever broke.
“Next time, please do not let me pull you down onto the ground to have sex.”
Ryan laughs. “How am I supposed to say no to you? Besides, nobody heard us.”
“By some miracle of God.” Naim bites into his earlobe teasingly. “Only time I’ve ever believed in him.”
“Don’t let the pastor hear that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious, Ryan?”
Naim is staring at him with an unamused look in his eyes. They’re sitting on his bedroom floor in a pile of blankets with their books dog-eared in front of them. They always check out the same book from the library so they can read it together. This time, it was Naim’s turn to choose, and he knows Ryan doesn’t want to admit how much he’s actually enjoying it. It was always the same little dance – Naim picks something out, Ryan pretends not to like it, but he ends up enjoying it more than Naim most of the time.
Like clockwork.
This time though, Ryan was very quiet while they were reading. Usually, they lay together, Naim’s head on Ryan’s chest as they read their own books, every now and then someone pointing something out on the page. But this time, Ryan had not said anything. Even during the scene on page 52, which Naim knew should’ve made him laugh.
When he had asked him what’s wrong, Ryan said he was just thinking. When he had asked him what he was thinking about, Ryan refused to tell him. Which ended up with them wrestling around on the floor for ten minutes until Ryan gave him and told him.
“I was thinking about what happened the first time we had sex. In the forest.”
Naim waited for him to finish. He could be talking about anything.
“And how you said you wanted me to mate you.”
Oh.
It had been almost a year since that day, Naim having gone through another heat and Ryan two ruts. They were now officially together, as official as they could be while still keeping it a secret from everyone. Hunter was still the only one who knew about Naim, and he had done a good job of keeping his mouth shut. Izzie was the only one who knew they were dating, and she was also good at keeping her mouth shut.
At least they could trust the two of them.
But still. They hadn’t spoken about mating in a serious conversation yet. It had been brought up numerous times during sex, but outside of it was something that still was untapped.
The very thought of it made Naim’s heart pound. He wanted it so bad, but he was afraid that Ryan didn’t. But him thinking about it means he wanted it too… right?
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Do you still want that?”
Ummmm. Give him a second to think about it…
“Yes. I do.”
Which led them right back here.
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious, Ryan? Of course I do. Do you… want that?”
A beat of silence settles between them. Naim looks down at his hands and wrings them nervously. He’s starting to sweat in this hot ass room. He has to kick the blankets off his legs and bring them up to his chin before he starts panicking. What if Ryan doesn’t want that? What if he’s read everything up to here wrong? What if they’re just casual?
He can’t help it; his mind starts to spiral all the way into oblivion the longer that Ryan doesn’t answer.
“I do. I’m just…scared.”
Naim swallows the lump forming in his throat. Okay, he can work with that.
“Why are you scared?”
“Not anything with you. Just…everyone else. How we’re going to keep it a secret.”
Almost automatically, he reaches out to grab Ryan’s hands and take them in his own. They’re both shaking, fingers sliding together as sweat on their palms mix. It’s gross; it’s romantic.
“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on me.”
Naim leans his head to the side, baring his neck for Ryan. His blue eyes shimmer with tears as he crawls over to Naim’s spot on the floor and settles in next to him. Their bodies are touching, their chests rising and falling faster and faster the closer they get to one another. Naim moves to sit in Ryan’s lap and lean into his hold which comes up to steady him by the nape of his neck and lower back.
They settle in like this. Their bodies perfectly slotted together, ready to become one. Naim feels lit from the inside and nothing has even happened yet. They’re just staring at each other, living in the apprehension and soaking every second in.
A mix of their pheromones start to fill the air, a blend of apple and coconut and amber that brings a smile to both their faces. It brings Naim back to when they first met, that day in the bathroom when the stall door separated them. This very same smell was in the air, and even then there was something right about it. Even with the fear and uncertainty, it smelled good.
It smelled right.
That same scent has followed them throughout their entire relationship, keeping each other company when their homes were too empty and their friends were too surface level. Nobody could understand their devotion for each other quite the way they could.
Naim presses a chaste kiss to Ryan’s ear as he keeps his neck to the side, waiting patiently for him to do it. He can’t see Ryan’s face, doesn’t know what he’s thinking or what expression he’s making, but he trusts him. He’s ready.
Then he feels it – a hand making its way up his waist, squeezing his hip as it drags gently over his skin, all the way up to his throat. The hand wraps around his neck, grip soft but certain. Naim holds his breath while he feels Ryan’s face get close to his, feeling the hot puff of air on his scent gland.
And then he bites.