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Ghost had been an omega his entire life. Before this war and he would still be one after it. The military didn’t fuck around with scent neutralizes so he smelled like a beta. Which was fine with him, the less he had to deal with shitty knothead alphas the better. He’s gone through enough shit without the added knowledge of someone having the chance he’s found out as an omega to be added to the mix.
But after all of these years, he should’ve known it would happen sooner or later. Life has dealt him with shitty piece after piece. So his luck always ran out. Ghost still isn’t sure it’s luck that he wasn’t alone when it happened, or if he’s cursing whatever god above that it was Soap who witnessed the moment.
They’d been running, his breath heaving under his mask as they fled through dark streets. People screaming as shots from the enemy separated these people from their families. Pups left behind as parents laid in the streets. It always made him want to whine in sadness for them, he never let it out of course, but fuck it’s always a close call when he hears the screams of fear.
Ghost had fucked up then, too distracted by the scent of agony in the air to notice the figure coming up to their right. Only noticing when the body collided with his own and Soaps' shout filled the air. Not that Ghost cared for the noise, he was too busy being shoved into the dirt face first to give a fuck about that shout.
There were people running everywhere around them, frantic and trying to get away themselves and the shock that rolled through his veins when Shepherd's unhidden scent permitted the air. Bastard .
“Wouldn’t move if I were you Omega , choose wisely or you’ll lose your last teammate.” Shepherd growled in his ear, and Ghost couldn't help but look up at where Soap was standing, weapon trained and clearly hearing every word.
Ghost slumped against the ground as he stared at his teammate and Shepherd laughed mean and deep again. Soap had not moved and Ghost was grateful for that. No need to make this worse than it needs to be.
“Now that we’ve got that settled. I’ve got a present for you Simon .” Shepherd snarled out and Ghost couldn’t help the growl that he let out low in his throat at the mere mention of his name. No one but the man standing there with a gun pointed at the man above him could use that name, and that had only been a recent development.
“Gonna share with your old teammates what the present is?” Ghost asked, trying to keep the shaking out of his voice. But he couldn’t move and there was a recent betrayal currently laying on top of him.
“Oh you’ll know what it is as soon as it enters your bloodstream.” Shepherd mock whispers and before either of them could speak, before Ghost could even properly tense there was a syringe being shoved into his neck, whatever contents inside already pushed into his bloodstream and his vision whited from the flow of artificial endorphins.
“ Fuck you.” Ghost growled, which only made Shepherd laugh again, and get off of him. Standing and Soaps weapon stayed trained on him, while Ghost stayed laying in the dirt.
“What’d you do to him!” Soap screamed over the chaos. Ghosts vision was blurring and fuck it was acting fast. He doesn’t have time for this. Not here, not ever. He could barely pay attention as Shepherd talked.
“Just showing an omega, his place. Have fun trying to get a heat induced omega out of a war zone. Knew there was a way to break yah Simon” Ghost heard footsteps walking away, and a laugh in the distance as it got farther away.
“ Shoot him .” Ghost growled, trying to lift himself off of the ground with shaky arms. Another set of arms heaved him off of the ground and he also collapsed from the change of his vision. Only staying up right by will alone and the man lifting him up.
“We’ve got to get you out of here.” Soaps' voice filtered through his vision. So clearly breathing in short spurts and Ghost realized belatedly that he could smell himself again. He hasn’t smelt his own scent for years, so unmistakably omega that he’d forgotten about it while surrounded by artificial beta scent. He smelled like berries, something he’d almost forgotten about but now it was overwhelming, replacing the scent of Shepherds immediately with how strong it was.
“Fucking, shoot him first.” Ghost growled again, and Soap seemed to ignore him and Ghost wanted to fight, wanted to chase after that fucker and stab him in the throat.
They were walking, or more like Soap was walking for them but Ghost's vision was cloudy and he was fighting with himself to not snap and separate from Soap or bury his face in the man’s neck and hide away from the world. He does neither, knowing he wouldn’t make it far without falling over and he hadn’t lost so much sense to fucking scent the man saving his life in the middle of a war zone. So he tries to help. He doesn’t know how long they walk, but after a while the sounds of gunshots are in the distance and he’s being shoved into a car seat, door slammed shut without any preamble.
Ghost is not alone in the car for long, but he’s breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the seat tightly so he doesn’t move. His pants are wet, fuck , he hasn’t felt that in years. Ghost tries to keep himself calm as Soap joins him in the car, hotwires it quick enough that it feels like Ghost only blinks before they’re moving. He breaths in through his mouth and out through his nose, small noises he can’t help exit his mouth without his permission and Soap is unnaturally quiet next to him.
“You with me Ghost?” His voice eventually breaks the silence and Ghost feels blood well up in his mouth from holding back the whine of the way his voice seems to wash over his entire body.
“Affirmative. For now at least.” He replies shakily, honestly. “Where we going?” He adds, needing to know, his entire body screaming at him to get somewhere safe, which is laughable, seeing at where they are currently.
“Gonna try and find somewhere you can ride this out.” Ghost almost laughs, he can’t believe that this is his luck right now. “How longs it been Ghost?”
Ghost thinks about it, really thinks about it as much as he can right now and ultimately he sighs, more of a whine coming out of his mouth than anything, “Too long Johnny.”
It’s been years since he’s gone through a heat. But that’s what he agreed to, training and suppressants to make himself the best soldier he could, the one they wanted with the skills he had. Heats were unnecessary, a weakness he didn’t have time for. So he trained it all out of himself instead. Specific training for omegas so an alpha couldn't make him submit. But a drug to induce a heat? Even he can’t fight off a poison like that. They’re banned for a reason. But he guesses enemies don’t care about rules and regulations set in place.
Ghost can hear Soap snarling quietly to himself as he drives and with one glance over to him from behind the mask, his fingers are tight tight, on the steering wheel. Fingertips and knuckles white from squeezing so tight. As if he’s fighting himself.
Then Ghost remembers that Soap is an Alpha and the rush of slick that dampens the already questionable seat he’s sitting in would embarrass the shit out of him if he could control the situation at all.
“You’ve got to hurry the fuck up mate.” Ghost grouses, breaths coming in more harshly the more time passes. It’s going to be bad, he can already feel it. “Just go to the safe house.”
“Trust me if I could just get you somewhere safe I would.” Soap states, his voice is still a growl, frustrated but not at Ghost, “And safe house ? The fuck are you talking about?”
Oh right .
Through the clouds of the waves of desire that’s coiling through his entire body and heating him up from the inside out he remembers that Soap for being their Captain is out of the loop for a lot of safe houses they have in random places. So Ghost mumbles out coordinates, trying his best to remember exactly where it is. He hopes it’s close and since Soap makes a sudden sharp right he imagines they are. Swallowing around the nausea that’s taken over for the moment he closes his eyes so he doesn’t vomit.
“ Fuck , sorry.” Soap is looking at him, he can feel his eyes on him.
“Watch the road Johnny. This'll be an even worse situation if you flip us.” He doesn’t get a reply but he does feel eyes leave him and that’s a relief. He doesn’t need this alpha staring at him while the only thing he wants to do is shove his hand down his pants and relieve some of this god awful pressure.
When they get to the safe house, Ghost is closer to not being able to hold back any longer. He’s a damn saint, he feels like one for not losing himself yet. He doesn’t think Soap would appreciate it, not even if it’s obvious how much this is affecting the other man. Pheromones don’t mean feels and he’s not going to let himself pretend during this.
Ghost is basically dragged out of the car, he didn’t even register Soap even getting out himself, let alone him coming over to help Ghost out. He’s sweating, even less capable of walking by himself than before, and he’s digging his nails into the last shreds of sanity that he can hold onto while Soap makes sure the safe house is safe before bringing Ghost fully inside.
There’s a bed, thank fuck. It’s more than he hoped for in this situation. There’s also a distinct lack of privacy but these types of places aren’t built for that, so he doesn’t let himself dwell on it too much. Ghosts breathing his harsh against his own ears so he probably sounds like he’s suffocating to Soap, but he pays him no mind as he starts to take off his gear while leaning against the wall to support himself while Soap goes off to look around more. He doesn’t know or care what he’s doing. Ghost just needs to get this clothes off.
Every single piece of fabric against his heated skin scrapes and feels like sand. It’s sticky and he needs it gone before he starts crying like a baby omega. His lingering thoughts of the remaining pieces of his own self control are the only reason his mask doesn’t come off, and it’s damn sure the only reason the boxers stay as well.
Ghost is certain that his mask is the only reason he can’t smell Soap as intensely as he should and he can’t let himself do that. The skull covering his eyes does know, the strong plastic of it peeling away where the sweat is gathering underneath his actual mask, gives him more air anyways. But that’s as far as he’ll go.
If the masks goes, so will his will to not give in to shove Soap down on the unforgiving ground and fuck himself on him. So yeah, the mask stays.
Ghost feels his body clench at the image it creates though and he has to steady himself on the nearest table so he doesn’t go back to being face first on the ground.
Focus . Ghost tells himself. Picking up his clothes from the floor. The need to nest rising from the ashes he left that activity in. Focusing on nesting helps as a distraction from the desire his entire body is shaking with. He’ll wait until Soap is asleep or outside or not in this room . To finally let himself go.
He lays his discarded clothing on the old dusty sheet covered mattress and joins it. Springs creaking underneath his weight as he goes. They don’t itch anymore when he’s on top of them. They’re nice this way, and Ghost takes a moment to miss what he hasn’t given himself in years.
Comfort.
The shocking heavy scent of alpha is the only reason Ghost notices that Soap has even entered the room again. That and the gasp the man lets out, but his body is definitely more focused on that scent. Ghost looks at him with a curious gaze as he gets closer. Clearly knowing how to handle an omega in heat and that idea makes something clench hazy in his gut.
Soap holds out a jacket, his jacket and before Ghost can even think about it, he’s snatching it away from Soap without even a second glance. Shoving it into his face and unabashedly moaning at this man’s scent going right into his nose. Then he’s just following his bodies wants and shoves the jacket underneath him so it’s pressing against his most sensitive areas. Hearing a choked noise from in front of him, only then Ghost realizes what he’s done. But he doesn’t regret it, not when his brain feels calm again for the moment.
“Can I do anything else?” Soap asks but he isn’t looking at Ghost, his eyes are staring right at where his jacket is most likely getting slick all over it. Ghost isn’t looking at his face either though, traveling where he can see the strain of his erection behind bulky pants and his mouth waters at the sight. But he’s still too chicken shit, not willing to lose the trust they have built by asking him what he really wants.
“Can you see if there’s any food or water? I’m going to need it.” Ghost rasps, voice losing its normal sound from his clear need.
Soap nods wordlessly and goes and Ghost finds himself missing his presence already. The only way he’d get any relief for miles was standing right there and he told him to go. For a good reason, but he can’t ruin their tentative friendship and throw himself at the other alpha. It would be incredibly out of character for him. Stonic and serious Ghost begging for an alpha, that would be the way to ruin everything he’s worked so hard for.
Okay. Fuck this.
Ghost physically can’t wait for Soap to figure out what he’s going to be doing for all of this. He needs something, anything to take the edge off before he loses his mind completely. He lays himself down on the bed, stomach first and reaches his hand below his boxers, ignoring the sound it makes when it separates from his skin and plunges two of his fingers without preamble directly into his ass.
The sound of relief exits his mouth before he can stop it, a moan vibrating around his mask and even with it on he can smell Soaps scent increase and the man isn’t even if the room.
Fuck it.
Ghost uses his free hand to rip his mask off of his head and throw it somewhere in the room. Outside of the nest so he can’t torture himself by not smelling the intoxicating scent of interested Alpha. His full scent smacks him in the face and Ghost takes in a lung full of it with the neediest whine he’s ever heard in his life. Flushing when he realizes it’s coming from his own throat. He just barely stops himself from calling for Johnny in his haze.
But fuck, does he wish that Johnny would come back in here. Thoughts of being fucked in Johnnys arms and cuddled and protected chase around Ghosts mind, fueled by the memories of being manhandled through a war zone and into a safe space rage in his thoughts. Grabbing the sleeve of the jacket high enough so it’ll be against his nose, breathing in his scent, mixing with his own is soothing, along with the longer arousal that covered this jacket when he handed it to him. It’s overwhelming him in every way.
He ruts forward against the rest of the jacket that’s still partially clamped between his thighs, squeezing to chase the pleasure he craves. Stimulating his own erection as he continues to twitch around the two fingers he still has buried inside of himself. He pulls them out before plunging them back in and scissoring them to loosen himself up. He tries to tell himself it is for a third finger but the only image that he can formulate in his high mind is the bulge he saw in his Captain's pants while he was staring at him. God it looked big and he wants it buried so deep inside of him he can’t see straight.
Ghost pulls back from the jacket enough to just take a second to breathe, hearing the slick sound of his fingers pushing in and out of himself is all he can hear over himself. It’s loud. He’s so wet . Leaking down the confines of his boxers and stinging his warm thighs. But all of this is so loud, his nose informs him that Soap can hear him . His scent thick around the safe house is enough to make Ghost want to purr in satisfaction for arousing the alpha so completely.
His omega is preening that he’s turning Soap on, and honestly Ghost is too. After their time together in the 141 it serves him right to be the one affected by Ghost's scent and not the other way around. The way the man walks with his scent free if they’re at base. But this isn’t the time for preening. If he keeps these thoughts up, it would allow himself to think about sex with Johnny, and the shiver his body gives, Ghost knows it’s not just instinct. It’s embarrassing how much attention Ghost secretly pays to him. How much he’s wanted him since he met him properly. How good he smells.
Ghost slips a third finger in with a sigh, rocking back against his hand, pressing tenderly into the sensitive walls clenching around his fingers. Thoughts of Johnny filling his mind and clouding the rest of his senses. Letting go of the possible danger of this action could cause him if anything were to happen around him.
He relaxes slightly, the scent of his made nest easing into his omega instincts and telling him " Safe. " That this space is safe, there’s an alpha here with him that would certainly lay his life down to protect him. That he has already brought him all of the way here so that no one could get him.
And that's where he slips up.
Ghost has his eyes closed, face shoved into the mattress as moans leave his mouth in a frenzy. Dangerously imagining his fingers as someone else's. As, “ Johnny~.” It makes him freeze when he hears footsteps, quiet ones, he’s not wearing shoes anymore.
“Ghost? You okay?” Johnny's voice alone makes his fingers move again and the footsteps stop and the scent grows while Ghost whines in half embarrassment, half arousal. “ Oh lord above.” He knows he’s looking, the picture that he must make. Face down on the mattress with his ass in the air. Even with boxers over him it’s clear what he’s doing, slick dripping down his thighs.
Ghost looks and he watches as Johnny's breath catches. Oh right, his mask. But he looks over his face, pupils blown so much that the blue in them is almost completely gone. He’s staring at Ghost, watching the shift of his hand as three of his fingers move in and out of his ass. The dark shading of his boxers does nothing to hide the wet patches he’s surely creating through them. Soap is tense, as if he’s forcing himself to stay still, right where he’s standing and Ghost knows it’s years of training to control him. The thought only serves to make Ghost even wetter.
“ Help me , I n-need too, fuck , we have to get out of here soon.” Ghost doesn’t even sound like himself right now. Whining and whimpering the words. But they’ve got to leave this place and Ghost cumming is the only way he’ll be able to lock this down until he’s not in the middle of a war zone. Ghost can’t muster any up any fucks right now, it’s the obvious choice, no matter how much he doesn’t want to take advantage of this situation. It would be safer for them both if it just got over with.
Soap inhales sharply, his eyes closing and Ghost wants to snarl at not seeing them anymore but he stays as quiet as he can, trying but not succeeding to be able to get himself off. “Are you sure?” Soap asks, clenching his teeth so tightly that Ghost wouldn’t be surprised if he chipped one, “I don’t want to take advantage….”
Ghost does snarl this time, funny how he thinks he’s the one taking advantage, “Don’t say stupid things, it’s me who asked.” And Soap sighs softly, finally stepping forward and into the nest and Ghosts entire body shutters when he feels hands on his skin.
“I just don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.” Soap states softly, but his hands are roaming over the seam of Ghost's boxers so he knows that the man is sincere, just by his words. It’s laughable, that he’s considered Ghost's feelings in all of this when he’s wanted this man for longer than he’s wanted anyone.
“You’re not.” Ghost assures, and then his boxers are gone. Off of his body and he doesn’t know how Soap managed that but he’s not all there right now so he can assume he’s moved at some point to make that happen. There’s another sharp inhale and his body is exposed to the night air fully. Fingers still deeply pressed into his hole but not moving as much now. Especially when a hand wraps around his soaked wrist. Gently moving his hand away from himself. A low whine pulls from his throat but he obliges.
Soap moves again, and he whimpers when he’s moving away from his ass and to his face. There’s fingers wrapping around his curls and pulling his head up, coaching him into a sitting position. That’s when Ghost notices that Soap is naked, bare for anyone to see. “C'mere then lad, get in me lap.”
Ghost does, crawling up until he’s facing him, blue meeting blow out blue in the night while the hand that was in his hair leaves, taking a stroll down his body, leaving fire in their wake as they go. “You’re such a pretty thing Ghost, it’s a damn shame you’ve been hiding that face from me.”
It’s Ghosts turn to gasp, rocking against him without any shame, “ Simon, it’s Simon.” Johnny pulls him closer to where they’re flush, slick has to be all over this man’s thighs now but if it bothers him he doesn’t say it.
“ Simon .” The name is a groan rolling of his lips while he feels all over his body, mapping out things he’s never seen before. Another shiver rocks body from hearing the name that only Johnny can say.
“More Johnny.”
“Knew you’d be like this. Demanding to get what you want.” Johnny exhales, but there’s a cheekiness to his voice that Simon likes and doesn’t at the same time.
“Thinking about me, Captain?” Simon can’t help but to do it back, in the same tone. Even if he can’t quite make it the same because he’s still rocking his body into this alphas hard chest. Slower now because there’s strong hands holding him in pace.
“I’ve caught a whiff of you once before, when your blockers wore off just enough to tell. Took everything I had to not bend you over right there at my desk.” Johnny moves his hips for him, and Simon imagines what it would be like if he was actually fucking him instead of simulating it.
Simon knows what he’s talking about. They’d been at a base, they share an office for fucks sake. It was late and Simon's blockers were wearing off as the night ran towards its end and he hadn’t expected Johnny to walk in, take a sniff and stare at him before sitting down at his desk. Simon hadn’t thought of it then, but he should’ve. Johnny's eyes had been dark and all alpha.
“And now you’ve taken off that fuckin mask of yours and you’ve got a pretty face, and a scent to match it. Of course you do. Could tell even when you acted like a beta. I still wanted you then.” Johnny murmurs, like a fact into his neck, scented him heavily and inhaling whatever he can get, like he’s drowning in it while Simon holds onto what he can through the haze of arousal sinking his brain down.
“Hurry up.” Simon demands, unable to formulate his words properly while he likes this. He wants to return the feelings, wants to show him that he’s wanted him too but he can’t not like he wants too, “I need it.” He continues, his voice dipping back into the whine he’s becoming oh so familiar with.
Johnny tsks, “Don't whine Omega. I’ll give you what you want.” Moving his hands down, down again and circling his wet hole, eyes somehow dilating even more somehow with the knowledge. “Look how wet you’ve gotten for me, I’m going to fill you so good.” He says it like a promise and Simon can’t fucking wait for him to do so.
“C’mon, we’ve gotta go . And I can’t —“ Simon starts, he doesn’t want anyone to actually find him. And if he doesn’t get off or get a knot he’ll go mindless and they’ll be stuck, or Simon will be useless and stuck and that scares him. Death doesn’t scare him, but in heat around the enemy definitely does.
“Hey, hey darling .” Johnny's voice is suddenly soft. There’s a curdling scent in the air and he knows it’s the rancid scent of fear, swift and sudden, his voice helps calm him. “I'll take care of you, I promise. And when we get somewhere safe, out of here and out of this fucking place all together, I’ll really take care of you. Now no more worrying. We’re alright.”
Wow.
Oh.
God.
Simon doesn’t think, no, he knows that he’s never calmed down that fast and the knowledge that Johnny wants to be there when they’re not here anymore? That’s a head rush all on its own. That he wants him for more, this isn’t it. Fuck, he wants a life outside of this damn war, and if Johnnys there, he’d leave it all.
“Okay Alpha.” Simon whimpers, feeling a finger finally sink into his heat again. Their fingers are similar sizes, but it’s not his own and it’s feels so fucking good . It’s an easy slide with how much he’d been trying to prep himself. It’s suddenly a hard grip on his side and two fingers when the word alpha seems to register and Simon grins to himself. Hearing Johnny mutter a “gonna kill me.”
“Fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how bad you want it.” Johnny suddenly udders and Simons sobs to comply. He wants this so bad, so he rocks his hips down, fucking the fingers into himself, and moans loudly when a third is suddenly joined with the other two. Shocks popping up his body at the brush to his prostate. It goes on like that with Johnny kissing his neck, creating dark marks against his skin and teeth soon after, biting his neck but never his bonding mark, not here, not now but he wants it. Mewling at the feeling of the slight pressure against the soft flesh of his mating gland.
“Gah, not there. Can’t do that, not here.” Simon mewls, upset at the fact but the specifics of his words only make Johnny snarl in promise of another time, another place where it’s not a rush. Fingers leave his body and then there’s a hard dick pressing up against his entrance, the tip teasing his hole.
“ Next time, you're mine.” Johnny promises and Simon moans loud and without shame when he plunges his dick all of the way in with one stroke. Shocking his body straight as his insides relax around the intrusion. Welcoming this alpha into the soft warmth of his heat. His head melts after that, letting himself succumb to the pleasure of letting the alpha take care of him.
Johnnys holding his hips and seems to notice what’s happened inside of Simon's head and rumbles, kissing his face, “ Good boy , I’ve got you. Let yourself fall.” He does, down to the basics of pleasure, focusing on the slide of the dick inside of him as it presses in all of the places that make his toes curl and his thighs shake on his lap.
Then he’s pressed into the mattress, shoved onto his back and his legs are moved to be dangling off Johnny's shoulders. But he doesn’t stop, the angles delicious and Simons past the point of shame. He’s loud , louder than he should be but he doesn’t care. The time he waited to make itself known that he wanted this is worth it, almost, he wishes he would’ve done it earlier.
“ Harder.” Simon gasps at the intrusion, the pace pressing right against his prostate and only leaves him reeling for more. Wanting all of it, to take and to receive.
“Such a greedy omega.” Johnny comments, voice full of arousal but he complies, his voice quiet against the plethora of other noises filling the space. His vision whites out at the sudden abuse against his prostate and his head is tilted in submission before he can even decide to do so consciously.
“ Yes, good boy.” Johnnys murmurs gruffly, his head leaning down back into the side of his neck, adding to his pleasure of the sting of teeth against his skin, acknowledging his submission. Now he’s doing this, and playing with his chest, fingers curling his nipples, pinching and tweaking them all red and swollen. Overwhelming him with pleasure, making Simon feel like he’s going to fall apart.
Simon can feel the sensation of getting close all over his body. Settling deep in his abdomen with every single stroke that slams against his prostate. With that, Simons whining again. Ghost doesn’t beg, he doesn’t but he does it anyways. Needing it more than he needs to breathe, “ Please, give it to me— gimme your knot, I’m so close.”
Johnny growls again and his mouth is gone from his neck and pressing against his lips with a force that makes his entire body sing. With the want of his scent pouring out and seeming to flow right into Simon's body. It’s endless waves of pleasure after that, all Simon can smell is himself and Johnny and the heady scent of sex in the air and the ripple of his body everytime Johnny slams into it with intention. He’s murmuring, “ Simon, Simon.” Against his mouth and if Simon wasn’t so close he’d say his name right back but he can’t think straight. Because everything smells like them and he’s leaking everywhere, over everything, including Johnny's uniform jacket that isn’t going to smell like anything but this for months, even after it goes home with the man.
His own whines and skin hitting skin fill the room as he’s pressed so hard into the mattress, Simon can’t lift his hips to help. Hands are holding him down and he hopes that there’s hand shaped bruises on his waist when he wakes up tomorrow. It’s so much, all at once and it feels like free fire, the adrenaline rush he gets when he’s in danger but he feels so safe right now it’s overwhelming in its own way. Building up until it can’t and - Simon cries out, shuttering violently as he cums. Against his own stomach and slick gushes onto the bed underneath him. He’s shaking and Johnny hasn’t stopped,
“ Knot me, give it to me.” Simon hisses through his pleasure, his own release prolonging because he’s still moving into him steadily. Overstimulated and loving every second of it as his body twitches uncontrollably.
He can feel Johnny's knot swelling, catching on his rim as his movements are slowly halted, there’s a rumbling now again, coming from the man above him as he slows down. “Gonna give you everything Simon.” Johnny murmurs and slides in one last time until he’s cumming inside of him with everything he has to offer. Biting down next to his mating gland, knowing that it’ll come later. He moans at the feeling of being filled. Squeezing around him to prolong this alphas pleasure. Something he’d never do for anyone else. And he feels himself falling away for a second time, not as hard but just as pleasurable and his eyes close for a moment.
There’s a soothing hand in his hair as he comes back to himself. Laying on the dusty bed, covered in Simons pleasure, a voice coming back into his senses when he gets his bearings. It’s Johnny; murmuring praise into his damp hair, “So good; such a good omega, gonna get you outta here, take you home, make you mine.”
Yeah
Simon likes the sound of that.