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When Ghost slowly shifted from the mattress and onto Soap’s body with a growl building in the back of his throat, Soap felt his body relax and a grin take over his face. He knew the dance by now, it had been the same for 4 months now. Ever since he and Ghost had finally been able to break the unbearable sexual tension between them, Ghost had been feral over him. Despite them being two alphas, Ghost had bit down on Soap’s scent gland way too many times to count.
He was trying desperately to bitch his sergeant, and Soap was acutely aware of it. Although they hadn’t spoke of it out loud, it was clear in the way he fucked Soap like he would produce slick if he hit deep enough, and in the way he tenderly cared for Soap once they were stuck together, like he was made of porcelain. Soap didn’t mind at all, quite the opposite in fact, he liked to watch his lieutenant try his absolute best to go against both their natures.
So that night, when it inevitably hapenned again, Soap allowed himself to sit back and relax. After some grinding and groping and kissing, Ghost decided to get rid of the PJs seperating his skin from Soap’s and he quickly latched his mouth onto the brunette’s dick. Soap gasped sharply and his back arched. He was aware Ghost loved to take his time in prepping him, slowly eating him out before stretching him out with his fingers, and eventually when his resolve would break, he would finally drive himself home in Soap’s cunt.
That time though, Ghost’s resolve seemed stronger than usual. Soap noticed it when Ghost burried his unmasked face into his neck and brought him to the edge of an orgasm with his fingers before pulling away at the last second, letting Soap whine and buck his hips up into the air in search for touch. When his whimpers eventually died out, Ghost put his fingers back to where Soap needed them, working him up again just to pull his hand away again at the last second. Soap sobbed when he felt his orgasm slipping away again and despite the strong need to growl he simply couldn’t get out a proper one.
’’Someone’s needy.’’
’’Mmh someone’s an arsehole.’’
’’Watch your words pup.’’
Soap whined as he felt Ghost sitting up, escaping Soap’s grasp. He grabbed the brunette’s knees and brought them up to his chest as he settled between Soap’s thighs. As he slowly pushed inside his sergeant’s tight wet pussy, Ghost growled and held Soap tighter to prevent him from squirming away.
Soap felt like his alpha’s cock was melting him from the inside. He couldn’t tell if it was the edging or something else, but he felt so euphoric, it was as if he was losing his mind in the best of ways possible. Being penetrated by Ghost had never felt this good. Finally when the blonde was burried as deep as he could go, Ghost sniffed the air, staying still to allow Soap some time to adapt. And that’s when he knew his efforts had finally paid off. The smell of omega slick found it’s way to Ghost’s nose, undeniable and madeningly sweet. When it hit Soap’s nose, he couldn’t help but laugh incredulously.
’’Oh shite you fucking did it ye madman!’’
’’Aye I did, finally made you into an omega. You happy Johnny?’’
Johnny grabbed Ghost by the shoulders and brought him down roughly to press the lieutenant’s face into his neck.
’’I’ll be happier when you’ve mated and knotted me Simon.’’
That worked wonders to get Simon into gear, and his teeth immediately sank into Johnny’s scent gland. The blood spilled from the mating bite tasted like what Simon imagined Ambrosia tasted like. Johnny’s chest started to vibrate, a purr working its way out of his throat, almost louder than the yelp he let out at the bite, and he whined and moved his hips as best he could given his position, enticing Simon into fucking him in earnest. The blonde supported himself by pushing Johnny’s knees down to his chest as he finally started thrusting. Slick had coated his whole length by then, making his movements so much easier. No matter how much lube they used, Johnny’s hole was never as sopping wet as it was then, never as warm, never as *perfect*. It felt divine, like everything Simon had been told about omegas. He cursed the military scent blockers for keeping him from smelling his omega’s scent for the first time. Maybe he’d have caught on to the changes earlier if it weren’t for them. But why did it matter anyways when he finally had achieved what he’d been trying so hard to make happen. Johnny was his omega now, nothing would stand in between them, not even their biology.
“Fuckin’ hell Johnny… I’m gonna fuck some pups into you, knot you up until it fuckin’ takes…”
Simon’s groan was almost louder than Johnny sobbing for it. Without realizing, the blonde had picked up the pace quite a bit, leaving poor Johnny barely able to catch his breath. The pleasure he felt was incomparable to anything he’d ever felt before. It felt so natural to Johnny, like something was just *right* for the first time in his life. He felt the familiar tightness in his guts much faster than he was used to, and it was building up so quick, his moans went higher in pitch as he tried to warn Simon. He was stuttering and gasping for air and before he could form a coherent sentence, he felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure hit him like a brick wall, his orgasm crashing down on him harder than ever. His cunt was gushing that iridescent sticky wetness that had marked the end of his life as an alpha. He curled in on himself, his abs flexing from the strength of the orgasm that hit him. Simon growled when he felt Johnny tighten up on his cock, the omega’s peak inducing his own. He bullied his knot inside Johnny’s hole hastily, groaning and whining as he rode out his orgasm. When finally both men settled, Johnny’s legs carefully maneuvered back down to the mattress and Simon collapsed on top of him, the room fell silent except for the sound of their panting and Johnny’s steady low purr.
“I didn’t actually believe you could do it…”
“I’d be offended by that if I hadn’t successfully bitched you already Johnny.”
“Oh, shut it ye knothead.”
After a beat of silence, Simon hid his face in Johnny’s neck, his voice muffled as he spoke again.
“Are you okay with this?”
“Why else would I have let you fuck me like you’d make me pregnant otherwise?”
Simon huffed, unwilling to answer that question.
“Yes, I’m okay with this. I’m more than okay with this. You know I’ve been your mate since we fell in bed with each other for the first time. Probably even before that. I love you Simon.”
“Gonna have to court you for good now huh.”
“Late’s better than never, or so they say.”
“… I love you too Johnny.”