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"You’ve got a couple of good matches, Will." His father promised. "Old families. Good families."
"I don't want an old family!" He protested hotly. "I want to go to college. I want to make enough money that I can support us both. I'm smart enough! I can apply for—"
"Not this again. Will, ain't no one givin' a scholarship to a deep south Omega. No one."
Will slumped slightly into the waiting room seat. There was no point in arguing. He might be a few short weeks away from turning eighteen, but eighteen had no real meaning when you were an Omega. His father owned him until he was Mated, then his Alpha would own him. Eighteen wasn't even a standard age for marriage— Will knew Omegas who had been married off the second they presented at sixteen. Many 'suspected' Omegas had marriages arranged beside their cradle. Will had been reminded over and over again that he was fortunate to have been spared that particular indignity despite being suspected at birth. His eyes were large and innocent, his hair lovely and curled, his bones long and slim. He didn't have the bulk of an Alpha or the plain features of a Beta. He was beautifully delicate. He also had a Beta for a father and an Omegan mother, so presenting Omega was not a surprise.
Bill Graham waited to start hunting for an Alpha for his son until Will formally presented at sixteen. The Beta turned down a lot of offers; there had been three nice kids who offered from Will's class alone. Bill wanted more for his son, though. He wanted Will to know an easy life, or at least as easy as things could be for an Omega. He'd narrowed it down to two potential Alphas: Doctor Frederick Chilton, who ran an entire institution and had published several novels, or Mason Verger, sole heir to the Verger meat packing industry. Both were wildly rich and very interested.
Will knew his father just wanted the best for him. He'd heard things, though, whispers about the proclivities of each of them. Verger had an Omegan sister who'd gone missing several years earlier. He sponsored a youth camp that was spending huge amounts of money but no one could find where it was going. Chilton was considered unorthodox in many circles. There were rumors of memory tampering and an inmate under his care who murdered a woman.
"Bill and Will Graham?" A polite, accented voice called from the office door.
Will looked up and almost forgot to breathe.
Alpha.
Thoroughbred.
Thoroughbreds were incredibly, stupendously rare. In a population of one thousand, roughly seven hundred would be Beta. Around two hundred would be Alpha and male. Nearly one hundred would be Omega and female. There would be perhaps five Omega males. There would only be one female Alpha. Thoroughbreds were a randomly occurring genetic mutation on the Alpha gene; there was no inheritability pattern despite the name's implication that breeding was involved. There were perhaps fifty thoroughbred Alphas in the entire world at any given moment. They were stronger and smarter and taller than the populations they were born into. They were incredibly virile. They were the only Alphas born into the unfortunate future of an arranged marriage unless they were rich enough to buy their freedom.
The doctor didn't have a bite mark on his neck.
Will swallowed as he stood to follow his father and the man into his office. He pressed his thighs together to fight against the reflexive slick that had started to form at the mere sight of a Thoroughbred. Every cell in his body called out for the Alpha to notice him, breed him, claim him. Will hated his own biology nearly all of the time, but especially at that moment.
As they walked into the office Will mentally confirmed his 'rich' theory. The man was wearing a resplendent suit, but it was nothing compared to the opulence of his two-storey office. Will studied as many titles as he could observe without physically walking over to the extensive shelving— most of them looked like first edition printings and there were thousands of them. He could think of four libraries he'd personally been to that were smaller than the book collection in the Alpha's office.
"Please, sit." The doctor offered, gesturing magnanimously at a configuration of three seats. Will dropped into one like he'd been ordered to. Alphas. He groused internally at his biology once again. "What brings you here today?"
Will looked past the still-unnamed doctor's left shoulder as his father sat up straight.
"Will here has two potential matches, Doctor Lecter, but I don't think the bonding will take the way he is now. He needs to accept that marrying one of these fellas is the best thing he can do for himself."
Doctor Lecter— apparently that was his name— nodded thoughtfully. "What say you, Will?"
Will nearly startled at being addressed. He hadn't expected to have to do any actual talking. "I could go to college. I qualify for scholarships. It doesn't have to be this way."
"That is a fair statement and I think we should continue to talk about it." Doctor Lecter responded. "How long do we have until the match is formally made and the wedding is set?"
Bill shifted in his seat. "Six weeks until the weddin'."
Will saw red. He didn't realize he was snarling, though, until the doctor’s cool fingers clamped down on the back of his neck. Will glared at the doctor and his placating gesture. He glared at his father. "Six weeks?" He demanded.
"This is very serious." Doctor Lecter intoned, thumb delicately stroking where it rested against the velvety soft skin of Will's neck. "I'd like to see Will weekly at the very least for a combination of psychotherapy and medical examinations until we're able to reach the root of this issue."
His father nodded. "I just need him to be ready. I just want him to be happy."
Will wanted to scream. He wanted to hit people and throw things and have a tantrum a child would be jealous of. He didn't want medical examinations. He didn't want psychotherapy. He didn't want an Alpha— as a therapist or as a Mate— and he didn't want to be bred. He wanted someone to stop and just listen to him. He was smart. He could make his own way. He didn't need to be sold!
He must have missed some of the conversation because the next thing he knew he was being handed a thin medical gown and pointed towards a bathroom. His head was buzzing with the new information: Six weeks, he was getting married off in six weeks, should he act so badly no Alpha would want him? Should he run away? What should he do?
It felt like only a second had gone by when there was a soft knock at the door.
"Will?" Doctor Lecter queried. "Do you need assistance?"
"I—" He started to answer, but the Alpha had already entered the room.
"You've had quite the shock today. Let me help you." His voice was a quiet purr. It made Will's cheeks heat. He clenched his thighs.
"I'm really—" He tried again.
Long-fingered hands were already on his shirt, pulling up the hem. "Nonsense. I insist."
The shirt came off over his head, ruffling his curls. Doctor Lecter handed it to him. He went to drop it on the floor but was stopped before he could.
"No, Will. An Omega always folds their clothing and stores it appropriately." He corrected gently.
Part of Will wanted to fight against the command and the unfairness of it all. Part of him wanted to hiss that Doctor Lecter may have been a Thoroughbred Alpha, but the man certainly wasn't his Alpha. It felt like too much effort to fight back. Will started to fold the shirt without even rolling his eyes. The look the doctor gave him in return, the pleased crook of his lips and crinkle at the corners of his eyes, made something warm inside Will. He didn't understand the feeling but it was definitely better than how he felt before the Doctor Lecter had joined him.
Maybe that wasn’t terrible.
Will watched passively as the doctor stepped closer. The Alpha unfastened the button on his jeans for him and slid the zipper down. For just a moment he thought he felt the heel of the man's hand along his still-soft cock, but that couldn't be right. Doctor Lecter pulled down Will's jeans, deftly unlaced his sneakers, and allowed him to step out of them both. Will placed his folded shirt on the bathroom sink and started to fold his jeans like he was well-versed in letting an Alpha strip him down to his little blue panties. An Omegan ideal, to be sure.
Doctor Lecter paused for just the slightest moment, presumably checking his skin over for suspicious moles or something. He was a very thorough doctor. Will certainly didn't like that his father had found him a doctor to force him to accept an arranged marriage he didn't want, but with that being said, he could have had much worse as far as medical professionals went.
"Can I…" Will hesitated. "Can I keep my underwear on? At least for now?"
Doctor Lecter pursed his lips. He seemed slightly displeased by the request. "For now. But Will, in future sessions and for some testing today I will need you completely bared for this treatment to work."
"Okay." Will agreed. His cheeks warmed.
He hoped he wasn't blushing, but if he was, Doctor Lecter didn't say anything about it and for that Will was grateful. The Alpha continued to not say anything as he pulled a thin medical gown around Will's slight form. Will appreciated that, too. He may have been stripped down to his panties by a stranger, but at least the stranger was kind and considerate.
"You can call me Hannibal if you'd like. We'll be spending a lot of time together in the coming weeks." The Alpha suggested pleasantly as he looked over Will's neatly folded pile of clothes and opened the bathroom door for them.
"Okay." Will breathed quietly as they left the bathroom.
A screen had been set up in front of the blue chaise near the windows, blocking the view from his very uncomfortable looking father who had moved to wait in a chair by the exit. Will assumed the chaise was where he was meant to sit and was not surprised when he noticed there were stirrups and several drawers concealed beneath. The beautiful office was a medical practice, after all.
"I have access to your medical records; no eye, nose, throat, or ear troubles, correct?" Hannibal asked from beside him as they both moved to sit.
"No." He confirmed.
"Then just a light exam to start." Doctor Lecter informed him.
The Alpha's hands were soft and warm as he did a surface-level check. He palpated Will's face, probably checking for bumps or something. Will wasn't sure, he wasn't a doctor. He never would be. He was about to become a broodmare.
Doctor Lecter's thumb gently pulled open his jaw, and Will expected to say 'Aah'. Will did not expect two long fingers to jam themselves roughly into his mouth. He gagged at the sudden intrusion and tried to pull back, but the doctor's other hand had come to rest on the back of his head. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he struggled to accept the fingers in his mouth.
"That's good. Very good." Doctor Lecter soothed as his struggling lessened. "Just like that."
Will drooled around the fingers, but he didn't gag a second time when they brushed against the back of his throat. The long digits pressed against his tongue and the delicate flesh of his soft palate, making more tears fall from his eyes as he held back from gagging. Will couldn't stop the saliva from coating the doctor's fingers, though. Something in his brain decided it would be better if he licked them dry, so that's what he tried next— undulating his tongue against the intrusion.
The Alpha looked positively pleased with him and slowly released the back of his head. Doctor Lecter had just started to remove his fingers when Will moved forward to fully suck them clean as they were pulling away.
"You have wonderful instincts, Will." The doctor complimented. "I'm going to do a breast and stomach exam, then a little gynecological test and we're done until next week. How does that sound?"
Will wasn't sure he wouldn't whine if he opened his mouth, so instead he just nodded. Hannibal gently helped him switch positions to lay on his back, then pressed around on his stomach. Will felt warm, warmer than he could ever remember feeling before. He didn't think a medical exam was supposed to make him feel the way he did at that moment. His teachers said Omegas shouldn't have medical exams unless they were pregnant. Omegas were needy. Omegas were desperate. Once an Omega got something inside them they always wanted more, more, more. That's why unmarried Omegas needed to be restrained during their heats. They couldn't be trusted not to ruin themselves. Will hated the part of him that wondered if they were right— if not about all Omegas, then maybe about him.
Doctor Lecter's hands moved up from his belly to the top of his gown and pulled it away from his flesh. Being almost naked in front of the man hadn't bothered him earlier, but for some reason this felt more lascivious, almost like he was the Omega in a bodice-ripper novel. Will had extremely small breasts, barely enough to fill the hallows of his own palms, so slight he'd never needed to bind them or wear a bra like most other Omegas did. Still, it felt weird to have an Alpha's gaze on them. Doctor Lecter started by palpating with both hands near his armpit, then slowly started massaging inward towards the slight mound of tissue and Will's nipple. The sensation was new to Will, the gentle yet warm touch teasing him and making him feel hotter. He clenched his legs together and bit his lip as Hannibal's fingers glanced over his nipple. He felt a single drop of slick drip onto his thighs and squeezed them together even harder, as if that would help. The doctor's hand continued to touch his sensitized nipple, brushing it with the pad of his thumb and rubbing it with his palm.
Will wiggled under him, a blush creeping to the surface of his skin. His little cock was starting to tent the fabric of the gown and just when he hoped the mortifying realization would help him get himself under control Doctor Lecter pinched his nipple and he barely stopped a yelp by biting his lip a second time. Hannibal looked at him thoughtfully, then pinched a second time—harder.
Will let out an Omegan whine.
"I'll be more gentle with the other side, okay?" Hannibal said pleasantly, his finger dragging across Will's abused nipple.
He nodded. He wanted to be good for Doctor Lecter. The Alpha had been so nice, helping him undress when he was overwhelmed and promising to be gentle and letting him wear his panties a little longer. He was also embarrassed his father overheard him make a noise like—like that.
Will didn't have a lot of time to reflect on his embarrassment as Doctor Lecter started palpating the other side. He tried not to react as the Alpha touched his nipple but couldn't; it felt too good. It made him want to arch into the doctor's touch and he couldn't help how he wanted Hannibal to do it again. To play with them for real instead of a clinical exam.
Doctor Lecter lightly pinched the nipple, just the one, then did both at the same time. Will thrust his hips in the air like it was a reflex. The Alpha rolled the sensitive nubs one last time as Will struggled to hold back a gasp. He expected Doctor Lecter to pull the gown back up as he finished the exam, but instead the doctor pulled it all the way off him, leaving him completely exposed save for his little blue panties and the screen in the room so his dad couldn't see.
"As I said, just a gynecological exam, and then we'll be done." The Alpha repeated. "Please turn over onto your hands and knees. You're doing very well, Will."
Will didn't feel well. He felt hot and shaky and empty inside, almost like something was missing. He clumsily turned over and squeezed his legs together to hide his erection.
"Farther apart, please." Hannibal gently corrected, sliding a hand between his thighs to push them wider.
Something deep within him stirred. A second drop of slick escaped into his damp panties. Will barely held in a whimper. "Like this?"
"Exactly like that." Doctor Lecter praised.
Will felt the Alpha kneel on the chaise behind him, felt a large hand come to rest over his panties on the meat of his ass. The other hand reached between his legs and cupped his little erection and testicles through the soft fabric. He didn't mean to thrust against the man's hand, he really didn't, it was just the first time he'd ever been touched by someone and—
His train of thought was derailed by a long finger dipping under the elastic of his underwear and slipping between his cheeks to tease some wonderful, intimate spot he hadn't even known existed. Will wasn't sure whether he wanted to thrust forward into the waiting hand that was lightly cupping him or push himself back against the finger that had moved to trace circles around his increasingly wet entrance so instead he just stayed as still as he could.
"What has more sensation, Will, here?" Doctor Lecter asked, palming his rigid cock, "Or here?" He finished, releasing the Omega's erection to trail his hand back up to Will's still-hard nipples.
"Ah, there." Will confirmed.
"Very good. You continue to impress me." The Alpha complimented. Will flushed slightly as his words. "Now, I have to ask a rather personal question. Do you ever touch yourself?"
"N-No!" Will insisted immediately.
His entire body flushed with mortification at the question. He felt hot, so hot, and the doctor's finger had moved from rubbing circles around his hole to gently pressing just inside the rim.
"And why not?" Doctor Lecter asked, his finger sliding in deeper.
Will clenched around it. He didn't know if he wanted it in or out. "A good and pure Omega never defiles themselves. The only—" He started the recitation he'd learned in health class, then faltered as the finger pushed in a little more. "The only person who should ever touch the inside of an Omega is that Omega's Alpha."
"Or a doctor?"
Will shook his head. "My teachers say Omegas don't need doctors. I-I'm only seeing one because they don't think I can properly bond with someone without intervention."
The single finger twisted slightly within him and Will forgot how to breathe. There was so little inside of him, just the tip of one finger, and it felt so incredible.
"It's very good they brought you to see me. That is a very serious situation." Doctor Lecter confirmed. He said the situation was serious, but something about the lilt of his voice sounded almost… playful? "A failed mating leads to a ruined Omega. We wouldn't want that."
Will nodded, then shook his head. He couldn't seem to figure out how to respond correctly. The warm feeling in his belly was growing uncomfortably hot and he was having a hard time thinking about anything except how it felt to have even a small piece of an Alpha inside of him so intimately.
"Do you know how I can tell that you've been very good, not touching yourself?" Doctor Lecter asked.
Before he could even consider his answer the Alpha pressed his finger deeper and—Will didn't know if it was magic or stars or flames but his entire body felt like it was exploding and melting at the same time. He opened his mouth to respond but instead the only thing that came out was a desperate little mewling sound. An Omegan appeasement call.
"Hush," Doctor Lecter whispered against his ear. "Your father is listening. You don't want to upset him, do you?"
Will shook his head and tried to be quiet as the doctor rubbed a finger against that spot inside him again and again. His little cock was bobbing against his stomach and he felt so close to something, he didn't know what but he was so afraid he couldn't do it quietly—
"I can tell you've been a good Omega because you respond so wonderfully to internal stimulation. Naughty Omegas ruin themselves by becoming accustomed to external stimulation; too much playing with that little cock of yours and you won't be able to properly achieve climax through knotting. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
Will shook his head again. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from whining. He was a quiet person, he could go days without speaking, but for some reason all he wanted to do was let out every noise inside of him. His instincts needed the Alpha beside him to know how good he felt. It was so hard to keep it all in.
Hannibal pulled the finger out of him and Will barely avoided crying out in protest. He could feel how slick-damp he was between his thighs. The test couldn’t be over—he wasn’t ready. He felt so good and he needed more. Will startled as the finger that had just been inside him pressed its way between his lips, forcing itself into his mouth. He felt Doctor Lecter breathe out against his neck as Will licked at the intrusion.
"How do you like the taste of yourself?" The doctor asked in a murmur.
"G-good."
The word was garbled around the finger but Hannibal seemed pleased regardless. Will tongued greedily at the digit in his mouth. It was somehow relaxing, he realized. He sucked and let himself relax as Doctor Lecter’s touch returned to his hole.
“Two, this time.”
Will nearly bit down at the rough intrusion. The pain was fleeting, though, and as it quickly passed he realized that while one finger had felt amazing inside him, two was incredible. He understood what the teachers had been warning him about—If just a little gynecology appointment could reduce him to a whining, dripping, needy Omega, what would real stimulation do? He wiggled in shame and ducked his head.
"Don't hide from me, Will." Doctor Lecter murmured in his ear. "Let me see your lovely face."
Will suckled at the man's finger harder to stop the whine building in his throat. He was embarrassed, he was so very embarrassed, and so hot all over. One tear, then two, then another slipped from his eyes as he pushed back against the fingers buried inside him to reach that magical spot while he kept tonguing the digit in his mouth and spit roasted himself like a slutty suckling Omega pig.
That's why no one would give him a scholarship. He was just a knot-hungry-whore-in-waiting. That's what all the adults weren't saying. That's why he had to get married. He hated himself almost as much as he loved the feeling of Hannibal—of Doctor Lecter, he mentally corrected—inside him. He only wished there was more, more fingers and deeper and harder. For the first time he wondered what a knot would feel like.
Doctor Lecter pulled the finger from his mouth and replaced it with three fingers of Will's own. They weren't the same but he dutifully sucked them in anyway. He didn't mind too much.
"Alright, Will, this will be the last test. It may feel intense or overwhelming but you’ve done very well so far and I am confident you can handle it. I'm removing your underwear now." The doctor said loud enough for his father to hear. Then, much more quietly, he continued: "You'll have to be quiet, remember? You'll be a good Omega?"
"Mm-hmm." He agreed quickly around his own fingers. Will hoped it would be another finger. He wasn't sure what was on the other side of the wave of heat building within him, but he desperately wanted to find out. He almost cried when instead of adding more, the doctor removed those fingers from him, too.
Hannibal must have been leaning very close, because Will could feel the Alpha's breath against his lower back as the doctor methodically hooked a finger under each side of his panties and dragged them down his thighs until they were stretched around his spread knees.
"Wonderful. You're doing wonderfully." The Alpha assured him.
Will heard the open and close of a drawer, then a quiet rustle behind him. The chaise dipped slightly as Doctor Lecter rejoined him on the cushion. Will shivered slightly when one of the man’s large hands gripped firmly onto his hip. He liked how it felt to have a big, strong Alpha holding him like that. The passing thought was forgotten when he felt something press at his wet entrance, something hard. It was smooth and much, much thicker than just those two fingers had been. Will suddenly felt nervous.
He pulled his fingers from his mouth. "Are you sure that's not too big?" He whispered.
"No, it's just right. It makes sure that your body will accept your future Alpha. It's a very standard device in situations like these." Doctor Lecter promised. "Do you trust me?"
Will nodded and went back to suckling at his fingers. He didn't look back, worried the size of the tool would scare him. Hannibal pushed it harder against his opening and Will tried not to wiggle too much as his muscles tightened to keep the implement out of him. He heard what sounded a little bit like a low growl and shivered as the thing pressed harder. He didn't know if he wanted to cry or push himself back against it even if it split him in half.
"Open up for me." The doctor commanded quietly.
Will didn't know how to obey, but his body must have because almost immediately he felt the blunt tip of it push into him and he wasn't sure if he was tearing in two or seeing stars.
"Good, Will. So very good." Doctor Lecter encouraged.
The pressure got more intense as the device spread him wider and sank in deeper. The top of it must have been slightly tapered because it went from too-thick to almost unbearable. Tears collected at the corners of his eyes—again, he couldn't believe he was crying like a baby again—at the burning stretch. He was going to ask Doctor Lecter to stop. No, he was going to beg. It hurt and it was so big. It was too big.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the Alpha stilled on his own. Will inhaled slowly as his body adjusted to the feeling of something inside of it. Now that he could breathe and think it didn’t feel quite so overwhelming. He clenched around the intrusion and while it still felt like he was being split in half, Will realized it actually didn’t hurt anymore. It was intense in a way that was hard for him to understand. He’d never felt anything like it.
“A little more and we can be done for today.” Doctor Lecter promised. “You’re doing magnificently.”
Will felt his cheeks flush at the praise. When the thing—the device— pushed forward just a little more he understood what Doctor Lecter meant. The tip was brushing against that wonderful spot inside him that Hannibal's fingers had touched before. Will rocked experimentally, curious to see if the tool would hit that place inside him again.
He choked on his fingers to hold in a filthy moan when it did.
Will saw sparks and something in his brain demanded more. He arched his back and rolled his hips, seeking out the ecstasy that was unfurling through his limbs. Doctor Lecter’s grip on his waist tightened slightly but the Alpha didn't stop him so he did it again.
It felt good.
Better than good.
He pushed himself harder back against the device. He didn’t want to be greedy but how could he stop now that he knew what his body was capable of? He wanted the incredible sensation every second of every day forever. Will wondered what Doctor Lecter would say if he told him that. The way his body felt at that moment—tight and loose and so right for the first time in his life—Will wasn't sure he cared what anyone thought. He wanted more. He needed more. He started moving faster, thrusting himself recklessly against the device and hitting that spot over and over.
"Not too deep, not today." The doctor breathed.
"Why?" Will demanded petulantly. He wanted to beg to be filled until he actually did break in two. He wanted to feel a knot forming inside him. He wanted to experience the only good thing about being an Omega.
"Perfect boy. Beautiful thing. Greedy little Omega." Hannibal crooned far too quiet to be heard by anyone except Will. "Make yourself feel good. Can you come from just internal stimulation?"
"Come? Come where?" Will asked.
"Innocent creature," Doctor Lecter sounded very pleased about him being innocent. "Keep moving just like that and see what happens. Let yourself feel it."
Will shivered. "Is-Is this part of the test?"
"Yes, you’ve taken to the implement so well. This is an internal exam to see how you'll perform for your Alpha. We can talk about it more at your next session."
"Okay." Will agreed breathlessly.
He didn't want to talk anymore. His whole body felt raw and something was happening in his lower stomach. He almost felt like he needed to use the bathroom, but that wasn't quite it, either. His little cock was hard and dribbling. What Will really wanted was to touch it, but he wasn’t an Alpha and he knew he wasn’t allowed to. That wasn’t what Omegas were made for—even if everything in his head was screaming for him to rut against something
The feeling in his belly made him want to yowl like a cat in heat. He sucked harder on his fingers to keep himself quiet. The head of the instrument Hannibal was using was relentlessly moving against that special place inside him and the urgent feeling both got worse and felt better the more it happened. His entire body clenched tightly around it and suddenly he felt something.
"Doctor— Hannibal!" Will whispered around his fingers. "I think I'm—I'm—"
Light and darkness and stars exploded behind his eyes. A wave of something—pleasure, his mind supplied—crested over him and crashed around him, flooding him until he forgot anything else in the world existed but that singular sensation. Something shot from his little erection onto the chaise and he wanted to remember to ask Doctor Lecter about it during their next session, but he felt so deliciously floaty he was pretty sure he was going to forget.
It took him a little to realize the grip on his waist had tightened enough to hurt, and even though he'd stopped the device was still moving inside of him.
"Doctor Lecter?" He asked uncertainly. He'd passed the test, hadn't he?
Maybe he hadn’t passed. Doubt started to creep in.
"One more moment. Keep going." Doctor Lecter encouraged.
He rocked against the thing inside him and tried not to cry as pleasure tipped over into overstimulation. It had felt so good and now all he could feel was a relentless intensity that was too much. Will trembled as he fought to keep himself together. He didn't want to disappoint the first Alpha who'd been nothing but kind to him. He clenched around the device and pushed himself onto it faster.
"Like that? Am I doing good?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, just like that. Exactly. You're doing everything perfectly." Doctor Lecter promised.
Will warmed under the Alpha's praise. Doctor Lecter was so encouraging. He rolled his hips like he had before even if it did still feel like too much. True to the Alpha’s word, it was only a few moments more until the hand on his hip encouraged him to slow down and eventually stop.
Now that he was stretched out and lax, Will found that he liked the weight of the device inside of him even when it wasn't moving. It made his chest feel warm and relaxed, much different from the warm it had felt earlier, but no less wonderful. As he considered the wonderful feeling he heard something, something rumbling low that sounded like it was coming from him.
"Do you hear that?" Doctor Lecter asked conspiratorially. He sounded very, very pleased. Will nodded. "You're purring, Will. Only very happy Omegas purr."
The noise stopped when he spoke. "I am happy, I think."
"Good." The Alpha praised. "I'm going to remove the device from you, now."
The thing that had been so hard to get in left him feeling hollow as it was slowly pulled from his body. He barely managed to hold in a little whine of displeasure as it slipped past that ring of muscle and was gone. He wanted it back. He wanted it to stay in him. He found himself wondering again what Doctor Lecter would say if he told the Alpha what he was thinking.
There was the shifting noise of drawers opening and closing, then a rustle from behind him as the doctor put the instrument away. After it was stored wherever it had come from, Will felt the Alpha drag his damp blue panties from where they were still stretched around his knees, back up his thighs, until once again they covered his exposed ass. Only when the man was satisfied that they laid exactly in place did Hannibal pick up the gown that had fallen to the floor and draped it over Will's shoulders. The simple kindness made him feel cherished. It made him feel cared for. It made him long for the week to be over so he could have their next appointment. Maybe he could convince Hannibal to teach him more about what an Omegan body could do.
"Am I done?" He asked.
The Alpha nodded. "I'll tell your father about your good health and strong reflexes; you feel free to go get redressed."
"Okay." Will agreed.
He stood up. There was an ache like he'd never felt before between his thighs. A line of slick ran down into his panties.
He felt the best he ever had.