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"What were you and Kitty talking about earlier?" asks the Captain as they tidy up the living room. Pat has started hosting book club meetings, which weren't very successful at first - it turns out that it helps if at least one person reads the book - but are more successful now. He's abandoned the book club format, and everybody just sits around and chats, instead. Sometimes even about what they've been reading.
And earlier, Pat and Kitty had been having an animated discussion that the Captain annoyingly couldn't quite hear from the other side of the room.
"She's been reading this book she got off Amazon," Pat says. "It's set in the Omegaverse."
The Captain shoots him a blank look, and then Pat explains what that is. It sounds like a lot of nonsense, humans having traits based on some debunked theory about wolves, but then Pat starts describing how sex works, in that universe. He explains how omegas go into heat, how they get knotted by alphas, and the Captain thinks... yes.
That might be one to add to the roleplay list.
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Pat is keen, as the Captain had suspected he would be. They download the free Kindle book, and it isn't as clear as the Captain had hoped, on some of the finer points of Omegaverse biology.
They resort to doing research online, instead.
"A, B, O," reads the Captain, frowning. "Shouldn't the abbreviation be Greek letters? That would be more accurate, wouldn't it?"
Pat shrugs, scrolling down the page. "I'm not sure the people who made it up were going for accuracy. These stories seem to contradict each other a lot, y'know." He pauses to smile at the Captain. "Plus we didn't all do Greek at school. I think that was just your school, actually."
Preposterous. The whole thing is preposterous. The Captain is half tempted to give up on the whole idea right now, right at the point where it doesn't seem clear how omegas can possibly conceive, simply through having anal sex.
But the other half of him thinks it might be fun to set aside the logistics, and just pretend to go into heat.
And, in the end, it's that half that wins. As the Captain had suspected it would be.
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Pat buys some bits online, sets up the scene, and leads the Captain into the bedroom. There's a pile of blankets and cushions, laid out at the foot of the bed.
"Right," he says. "I'm going to leave you here for a bit, give you time to make a nest, get comfy. Don't touch your cock, but I want you to get yourself prepped for me." He points to a half-full bottle of lube, on the bedside table. There's something which looks very much like an application device, sitting next to it.
"I want you to use all the lube," says Pat.
Christ.
"Does all that sound alright?"
Yes. It sounds very alright indeed.
Pat leaves the room, and the Captain takes a few minutes to arrange the cushions and blankets on the bed, in a vague sort of nest shape. It always feels a bit silly, this part of a roleplay. The part before the Captain's brain has properly got into it.
He gets onto the bed, lubes up a couple of his fingers, and starts prepping himself.
It's almost immediately better. He's starting to get into it, now - the idea that he's in heat, all needy and desperate, and he needs Pat to come and fuck him better. He thinks about adding a third finger and decides to try out the applicator before he does. He fills it with lube and then presses it inside himself, pushing down the plunger, emptying it into him.
There's still a lot of lube to go, so he does it again, and again, until all the lube in the bottle is gone and he's dripping, obscenely, onto the blankets. He pushes three fingers inside himself, and Christ, he's so wet. He goes up to four fingers as quickly as he can, stuffing himself full in an attempt to stop all of the lube leaking out, and he needs Pat, now, needs him to knot him.
By the time Pat actually enters the bedroom, the Captain is writhing against the bed, covered in lube, in the middle of trying to work out whether he can fit his thumb inside his hole, as well.
"Oh my God," says Pat. He sits on the edge of the bed, puts a hand on the Captain's back, and the Captain lets out an embarrassing sort of noise. "Are you in heat, love?"
"Yes, please," the Captain begs, "please, I need you," and Pat strokes his back soothingly.
"I know what you need, love," he says. He stands up and begins stripping off his clothes, and it's only when he's naked, that the Captain notices what it is that he's bought, so that he can knot the Captain.
It's a fantasy-pink cock sleeve, which Pat is wearing over his erect penis. There's a loop of silicone around Pat's testicles, and then the body of the sleeve covers his cock, just the head poking out. It looks like the sleeve is made of a fairly thin material, not adding much width at all, except for the fact that there's a bulbous knot at the base of it.
And the Captain wants it inside him more badly than he's ever wanted anything. "Please," he gasps, reaching out for it, and Pat shushes him, manoeuvres him down onto his back on the pile of cushions.
"I've got you, love, I'll make it all better," he says, and then he's pushing inside the Captain, all the way to the place where the knot begins. It feels unbelievably good, the bumps on the sleeve rubbing inside the Captain, and he moans, arching up off the bed.
"God, Cap," says Pat, as he pulls out and then pushes back in again, "you're so wet for me, aren't you? You need it so badly, don't you?"
"Yes, please, please." The Captain is gripping the sheets, now, breathing hard, desperately needing to be fucked properly. "Please, Pat."
"Alright, sweetheart, I've got you." And then Pat is slamming back into him, almost all the way, the knot pressing against his hole. He does it again, and again, just fucking into the Captain for what feels like ages, and the Captain wants him to go all the way, to force it inside him. He cries out, his whole body starting to tingle with how good it feels, with how badly he needs Pat's knot inside him.
"Please," he begs, eventually, "I want you to knot me, please," and Pat groans, closing his eyes.
"Okay," he says, after a few moments. "Okay," and then he's grinding up against the Captain, pressing his knot more firmly against his entrance. He scoops up some of the Captain's slick from the sheets and coats his knot with it, then presses in a little bit more, and a little bit more.
And then he pushes a little bit further, the stretch of it just starting to burn, and suddenly his whole knot slips inside the Captain, rubbing against his prostate. The Captain cries out, right on the edge. He's trembling around Pat, suspended in this moment.
Pat groans, grinding his cock inside the Captain, and then he's coming, crying out, filling the Captain up with it.
"Please," says the Captain, for what feels like the hundredth time, "please, please," and then Pat's hand is fisting his cock, tipping him over the edge. It's like being turned inside out, the way it feels, the way all of it feels - his slick all over his buttocks and his lower back, Pat's knot still hard inside him, keeping them joined together, and Pat's hand, tight around his cock.
Once his orgasm has passed, he takes a deep breath and comes back to his surroundings. To the damp sheets and blankets, absolutely covered in lube. "Well," he says, and Pat starts to laugh, and then they're both laughing, and the Captain can feel Pat's cock move as he laughs, can feel it all the way inside him.
"Let's do a bit of rearranging," says Pat, and he manoeuvres them around so that they're spooning, still joined together. He did have to pull out slightly, temporarily, to make that happen, but the Captain won't hold that against him.
"Are you comfortable like this for a minute?" asks Pat. "Or would you rather stop there?"
"I like it," says the Captain, drowsily. It's nice, having Pat inside him. It's nice even now it's not really doing anything for the Captain, even when it's all starting to feel more sore than anything else. It's just nice, having him close. Being claimed by him.
He tells Pat this, and Pat chuckles. "Maybe next time I'll claim you properly. Bite down on you while I'm fucking you. Would you like that?"
Yes. Yes, he certainly would.