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Izzy is late.
That simply isn’t meant to happen. He’s always on time—it’s part of his charm, as Jack would say.
Worse, though, roaming around on deck at a time like this is fucking dangerous. The first shivers of his heat are only beginning to creep up on him, lapping at his feet like the flood rolling in, but he’s holding it together well enough. He’s slightly sweaty and even tenser than usual, but if someone were to pass him by at a distance, they wouldn’t notice it on him.
If anyone got close enough to smell him, however… he’d be in real trouble.
Izzy gathers his bundle of supplies closer to his chest and strides toward the storage closet near the prow of the gun deck. He should’ve been in there a good hour ago, and his body doesn’t take kindly to the lost time. His hands shake so hard that he only manages to shove the key into the lock on the third attempt. Finally, he manages to twist the knob and swing the door open just far enough to push into the tiny room.
The smell hits him like a cannonball to the head. It’s thick in the stale air of the room; heady, musky and sweet. Home, his brain supplies unbidden. It smells like coming home.
He shoves the door closed again, hoping he hasn’t let out enough of it to alert anyone to their presence.
Before Izzy has time to bask in the familiar scent, something else hits him—a heavy-soled boot, aimed precisely at his shoulder. “Oi,” he exclaims, more from surprise than from actual pain. “What’d I do to deserve that?”
“What on earth took you so long?” Ed grouses, and though Izzy can’t see his face, he can picture the pout he must be wearing.
Izzy deserves it, he supposes.
He turns to the source of the voice. There, slumped between the many pillows piled on the floor, is Edward. His Eddie. The poor Omega is obviously further gone than Izzy himself, dark hair falling out of his messy bun to frame his beautiful sweat-sheened face. His eyes are wide, dark and deep enough for Izzy to drown in, and he’s seemingly used the time he spent waiting for Izzy well. He’s shed most of his clothes and left them in a messy pile near the door. Only his smallclothes and a thin white linen shirt remain. The laces at the collar are undone, granting Izzy a tantalising view of his chest.
He wants nothing more than to sit down, rip the thing open, and bury his face right there, to take a few deep breaths with his nose pressed against Ed’s sternum, but—
But. The supplies. Right—there’s shit to be taken care of before he can indulge his instincts.
Ed’s still glancing up at him, confused and irritated.
“Sorry. Got us some supplies to make up for the delay.” He gestures with his bundle of fabric.
“Yeah? What’ve you got there?”
Ed grabs the small oil lamp burning in the one corner not covered in pillows and other flammable materials while Izzy carefully sets his supplies down and begins to unwrap them. Ed creeps closer, his shoulder pressing into Izzy’s side and his hair tickling Izzy through his shirt. It’s a simple touch, nothing out of the usual, but waves of heat and pheromones radiate off Ed and scorch Izzy’s skin even through the two layers of fabric separating them.
“Is that a sail?” Ed asks, impatiently tugging on the fabric.
“Part of the old topgallant we cut down last week,” Izzy explains. “It’s ripped beyond repair, so I don’t think anyone’s going to miss it. Figured we could use it to make this a bit more comfortable.”
By this, he means the mess of blankets and pillows on the floor, stolen on raids and pilfered from other crew members ever since Izzy hid in here during his first heat five years ago.
Their fucking nest. They’re fucking nesting together, like this thing between them has any fucking future.
“Got us water, too,” Izzy says. He digs two large flasks out from beneath the sail, followed by a little metal tin he places directly in Ed’s hands. “And this.”
Ed pulls the lid off and beams at the contents—a small portion of dried apricots. “Iz! Thanks, mate. These are my favourites—did I ever tell you that?”
“Nah.” Ed might have mentioned it in passing, but his blissful expression whenever Izzy lets him have some of his ration of dried fruits is enough to motivate Izzy to steal some from the galley.
“Awesome,” Ed declares, then begins to fold up the old sail and moves to find a fitting place for it.
Izzy’s skin feels cold where Ed is no longer touching him, and he almost whimpers. His heat’s starting to catch up with him—being close to Ed tends to have that effect. It’s like breathing another Omega’s scent activates some primeval part of his brain and throws him deeper into that inescapable state, makes him woozy with want and leaves him so terribly desperate he’s willing to beg anyone who even looks his way for a knot.
It’s a small mercy that only Ed gets to see him like this.
Ed has finished arranging the sailcloth in the nest and creeps back over to Izzy, pulling up pillows as he does. “Actually, I got us a little something as well,” he mutters under his breath. “Just gotta find it again.”
Izzy opens his mouth, but before he can ask any further questions, Ed has unearthed a piece of dark linen from the nest. Izzy glances at it in confusion. Only when Ed pushes it closer to his face does the smell of it register in Izzy’s brain. “What the fuck? How the hell did you get that?”
Ed smirks, placing the shirt on the floor and smoothing the fabric with a hand. “Borrowed it from the laundry pile. Let’s just hope that old Hornigold won’t miss it before we get out of here, yeah?”
Izzy should complain. It’s an unnecessary risk, another thing that might get them caught on top of the hundred other ways someone might discover them here. Izzy doesn’t want to imagine what would happen if anyone got wind of his and Ed’s predicament. Omegas aboard a ship are said to be bad luck, and Izzy doesn’t doubt that half the crew’s superstitious enough to toss them overboard without so much as a trial.
It’s the other half of the men he’s more worried about, though. There are a small number of Alphas among them who have their own needs, pent up after months at sea with little real relief. Izzy shudders as images of dirty, disgusting, unworthy hands on Ed’s soft skin form in his mind unbidden.
He should tell Ed to return the damned shirt.
Still, Izzy hesitates. The Captain is one of the few Alphas aboard, and while Izzy wouldn’t touch the old fucker with a pair of pliers, he can’t deny the appeal of burying his face in a piece of fabric that radiates Alpha pheromones.
“This is incredible. You’re fucking insane,” he finally announces, even as he reaches out to bunch the fabric in his hands. “We’ll have to return it the moment we get out of here, and you better start praying Hornigold doesn’t notice it’s missing before then.” Izzy lifts the thing to his face and breathes deeply, the scent of his dreaded captain paradoxically soothing. “Maybe I can ask Ivan to put me on the laundry roster. Could slip the shirt back in while I’m washing—”
“Izzy,” Ed beseeches, “how the fuck are you talking about laundry duty while my cunt’s fucking drooling right next to you? Not to, like, interrupt your grand plans or anything, but I’m getting a bit desperate here.”
Like he’s trying to emphasize his point, he slips a hand between his legs to rub at his bulge. A wave of his scent hits Izzy as he spreads his legs to make room for it, and anything else loses its importance.
“Right, sorry,” he says, dropping the shirt to face Ed again. His browbone glistens with sweat, and his white smalls are nearly translucent, soaked with slick. “Fuck. You’re a mess.”
Ed raises an eyebrow, his cheek twitching up in a provocative smirk. “Yeah, mate, I am. Wanna do anything about it?”
Izzy pounces on him.
They fall back into the nest in a tangle of limbs. Ed giggles as his back hits the soft surface, and that sound alone would make every day spent hiding worth it. Izzy crashes their faces together in a wild kiss, a frenzy of teeth and tongues, as he wraps his limbs around Edward.
His chest hurts with how much he wants him.
Ed tugs on Izzy’s jacket, and Izzy hastily shrugs it off. He needs to be close to Ed. Any scrap of fabric keeping them apart is too far a distance—hell, sometimes it feels like even the skin separating them is too much. If he could, Izzy would dissolve himself into Ed’s body.
For now, he satisfies himself with shedding his clothes bit by bit while keeping his mouth pressed to Ed’s. Their combined scents dance in the air around them, bringing Izzy’s blood to a boil. Soon, they’re both bare, Ed’s underwear the only barrier between their bodies.
Ed pulls back and looks at Izzy with impossibly big eyes. “Izzy. Please.”
Izzy doesn’t growl, but it’s a near thing. “Need a knot in you, don’t you?”
With a whine, Ed nods. It’s all Izzy needs before yanking his smalls down his legs and diving down again. Ed’s smell intensifies now that Izzy has unwrapped him, and it drives him wilder. Ed’s lips on his are addicting, but he pries himself loose and creeps further down so he can slip a hand between Ed’s legs.
The whimper he gets in return is music to his ears.
Ed’s little cock is rock hard as Izzy wraps his fingers around him to give him a couple of strokes.
“Fuck, Iz,” Ed gasps out, his hips bucking into Izzy’s hand. Christ, he must be further gone than Izzy thought.
Izzy dips his head and buries his face in the hollow of Ed’s throat, breathing deeply where he smells strongest. It shouldn’t affect him as much as it does—he’s not an Alpha, Ed’s pheromones aren’t meant to entice him—but he feels his scent coat his lungs like sticky tar, suffocating him. What a way to go, Izzy thinks as he presses kisses to Ed’s collarbone.
Ed lets out an impatient huff. “Iz, this is nice ‘n all, but I… I need you in me, please.”
He spreads his legs as if to emphasise the statement, and Izzy grins. “Desperate enough to beg already, are you?”
“Fuck off,” Ed mumbles, and Izzy can picture how flustered he must look.
“That’s alright.”
Izzy lets go of Ed’s prick and trails his hands further down. Ed’s cunt is fever-hot and beautifully wet under his fingers. “Ungh, Izzy. Fuck.”
“There you are,” Izzy says softly.
He presses a soft parting kiss to Ed’s neck before pulling himself up and moving a little further down. As much as he wishes he could stay and breathe Ed all through it, he wouldn’t be able to give Ed what he needs like this. While he trails his lips down Ed’s chest, he slides two fingers into Ed’s hole. He’s really just testing the waters—two fingers are nothing when a body is aching for a knot, he knows from painful experience—but still, he’s astonished when they slip right in without any resistance.
“Oh, God, ” Ed moans, his hips bucking up into Izzy’s touch. “So good, Iz. Need you.”
“You’ve got me,” Izzy says between open-mouthed kisses to Ed’s chest.
Ed’s back arches under his ministrations, his arms wrapping around Izzy’s shoulders like he’s trying to keep him from pulling back. Izzy would never dream of it, of course, and he wraps his lips around one of Ed’s nipples in a wordless promise. Not going anywhere, Eddie, he says with the swirl of his tongue around the raised peak.
“Yeah,” Ed says. He bucks up to meet Izzy’s fingers where they sink deep into the heat of his body, each thrust accompanied by a wet squelch and a dribble of slick down Izzy’s palm. “Like that. Need more, Izzy, please…”
“So impatient,” Izzy chuckles. It’s meant to be a friendly jibe, but it comes out sounding like a prayer. It’s just as well; every tiny motion of Izzy’s fingers inside him, of Izzy’s tongue on his skin is performed with the diligence of worship. Izzy just hopes Ed can feel the reverence in his touch. “Let me warm you up before I put my hand in you.”
“Plenty warmed up, thank you,” Ed grumbles. He sneaks a hand down between his legs, and Izzy doesn’t stop him from wrapping it around his hard cock. From the corner of his eye, he watches as Ed gathers precome from the tip and smears it over his length before he begins to stroke himself in time with Izzy’s thrusts.
“Beautiful,” Izzy says into Ed’s skin. “So beautiful. So perfect. All for me.”
Ed’s other hand flies up and buries itself in Izzy’s hair.
“All yours,” he babbles, and Christ, he must be deep in the throes of his heat to talk like this.
Izzy pushes a third finger into his cunt and speeds up his thrusts. He’s going to fuck Ed the way he needs soon, but he wants to feel him come around his fingers once before the frenzied haze of heat overcomes him, too. Ed’s body is soft and pliant underneath him, and he offers no resistance when Izzy hikes one of his legs up higher so he can fuck him deeper.
“God, yes,” Ed chants, mindlessly rutting up into his own hand. “Don’t stop, Izzy, please, don’t stop…”
Izzy wouldn’t dream of stopping. Not if the fucking captain walked in on them, or if the Navy stormed aboard, and not even if the ship was sinking underneath them. He’d stay right here where he belongs, tangled up in Ed’s arms, and spend his last moments giving Ed every ounce of pleasure he so deserves.
He fucks him with deep, fast thrusts, and Ed thrashes around on the mattress. He’s so fucking perfect, Izzy thinks as he scrapes his teeth over Ed’s nipple once more. It drags a whimper out of Ed, so soft that Izzy’s heart melts in his chest.
“So close,” Ed says, his voice a thin, desperate thing.
“Come on,” Izzy urges, emphasizing the statement with a particularly sharp thrust that seems to knock the breath right out of Ed. “Come for me, Eddie.”
“Ye-yeah,” Ed chokes out, and then he does.
Underneath Izzy, his body goes rigid. He shoves his hips up, trying to take Izzy deeper and deeper. His legs tense around Izzy’s waist, and choppy sounds fall from his lips like he doesn’t even realise he’s making them.
“So good,” Izzy coos. He slows his thrusts into the soaked mess of Ed’s cunt but makes sure to keep his fingers inside; Ed loves the sensation of fullness even after he’s reached his peak. “So perfect. So good for me.”
After a few long moments, Ed’s body falters. He slumps into the nest but makes no effort to untangle from Izzy. For now, Izzy stays where he is, too, even though his spine is surely going to give him hell for the sharp angle at which he’s twisting around. He pays it no mind and takes another deep breath of Ed’s scent.
He’s managed to avoid thinking about his own desire all through this. He knew his heat was coming, but suddenly, it hits him like a hammer. He needs something—something more than this. Ed’s pheromones sneak under his own skin and knock something loose, something that doesn’t want to think, something that wants to drop to the floor and spread his legs and beg to be fucked and knotted until he’s screaming with pleasure.
It’ll have to wait, he reminds himself, no matter how much his cunt drools and clenches. He’s not going to allow himself what he needs before he hasn’t made Ed come at least once more.
Under him, Ed stirs again. He stretches his arms above his head and yawns, then brings his hands into Izzy’s hair. “Iz… This is nice ‘n all, but I need…”
“I know,” Izzy says. “Need a knot in you, don’t you?”
“Mhm. Please?”
He already sounds so desperate again. It drives Izzy crazy just how much Ed needs him. He presses a kiss to Ed’s sternum before pushing himself back up to his knees. “Of course. Where’s your cock?”
Ed rolls his eyes. “It’s not mine, it’s ours. And I don’t fucking know where it went, but it’s got to be here somewhere.”
Izzy sighs, but there’s not much else he can do than dig around the nest until he finds the fucking thing. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long until he discovers it under a pillow.
“There you are,” he says, holding the polished wood up to Ed. “Come on. Present for me, love.”
Ed scrambles to get into position, his hips raised and his face shoved into the nest. Christ, he must be deep in it if he’s that ready to obey Izzy this easily even though he lacks an Alpha’s commanding air.
“Beautiful,” Izzy whispers in reverence. “So beautiful for me.”
He can’t resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to where Ed smells strongest. The taste of his slick coats Izzy’s insides like sticky candy, and his chest aches with want. He’s going to eat Ed out properly—later, once he’s knotted him and Ed is feeling less on edge. For now, he breathes deeply to fill his lungs with Ed’s scent as he attaches the wooden cock to his hips.
Ed found the thing at a booth in one of the seedier markets in Nassau a year ago, and while Izzy called it a waste of money at the time, he has to admit it was a good investment now. It’s not the same as an actual Alpha knot, of course, but it’s the closest thing they’ve been able to find so far.
Besides, Izzy doesn’t mind all that much as long as it’s him who gets to make Ed feel good.
His chest clenches at the thought. It scares him sometimes, how much he wants Edward.
He closes the last buckle and tries to drive the anxiety from his mind as he places a hand on Ed’s arched back. “Ready for me, Eddie?”
“Been ready since before you even deigned to show up, dickhead,” Ed grouches, and whatever was left of Izzy’s worries is wiped away to make room for a surge of fondness that fills every crevice of his body. “Fuckin’ put it in.”
“Yes, your highness,” Izzy says with a smirk.
He shuffles closer on his knees, the blankets bunching up beneath him as he moves. He settles, rubbing the head of the wooden cock between Ed’s folds, and revels in the low moan he gets for the trouble.
“Izzy. Come on,” Ed groans, driving his hips back to beckon Izzy in.
Izzy feels fucking drunk with the power he wields. “That’s not very polite, is it?”
“Fuck off,” Ed says again, but there’s not much force left in it. “Please?”
“That’s nicer,” Izzy says. “Good boy.”
At that, Ed whimpers, and Izzy rewards him by pushing in the tip of the cock. He has to close his own eyes for a moment to steady himself—it’s not like he can feel it, but seeing the polished wood disappearing into the soft-wet heat of Ed’s body still affects him every time they fuck like this.
It almost doesn’t matter that he can’t feel it on his own cock. Ed’s writhing with pleasure underneath him, and that is the most important thing in the world.
He pushes deeper and lets his body sink over Ed’s back.
“Fuuuck,” Ed breathes, and Izzy’s hand finds his.
He laces their fingers together and holds on tight, anchoring himself before he starts to move.
His first thrust, gentle and shallow because he doesn’t want to overwhelm Ed, already rips a wail out of his chest that tells him this isn’t going to last long. Distantly, he worries about the sheer volume of Ed’s noises—someone might hear them, which would end in a nightmare one way or another—but a bigger, louder part of his brain feels nothing but pride hearing them. He’s pleasuring Ed in a way no one else ever has. No one else has ever heard those sounds, or felt the way Ed melts into the nest underneath him, turned soft and languid by Izzy’s thrusts.
Izzy presses a kiss to the back of Ed’s neck—where an Alpha would leave their mating bite, Izzy’s brain supplies even though he tries not to remember that. “Taking me so well,” Izzy whispers into Ed’s skin. “So beautiful for me. My perfect little Omega.”
It’s silly, and it’s not his place to say these words, but Ed doesn’t seem to mind the audacity. He sighs deeply, turning his head to the side so Izzy can nuzzle into the side of his neck. Izzy accepts the unspoken invitation and dives in, peppering Ed’s skin with kisses, each one a song of worship, soft and slow and sweet. The pace of his thrusts couldn’t be more mismatched, but that’s alright—Ed groans each time Izzy’s hips piston forward to fill him, yet goosebumps rise on his neck where Izzy kisses him. The taste of his skin is ambrosia, and Izzy drinks deep with every pass of his tongue.
“Fuck—Izzy—so good,” Ed gasps between breaths. He’s fully flopped down on his front now, stretched out and as relaxed as someone as highly strung as he is can possibly ever get. “Making me feel so good.”
It’s all the praise Izzy ever needed—all he ever wanted. He tries to keep his thrusts steady, long and deep just as Ed likes, and lets his mouth roam over every part of Ed’s neck and shoulder he can reach. The salty warmth of Ed’s skin floods his senses, and Izzy wants to swallow him whole. His thighs are wet, he realises, slick leaking out around the wooden cock and dribbling down his legs with every thrust.
“Fuck,” Izzy groans, the words muffled against Ed’s skin. He needs to come as well, and soon, before his hormones reduce him to a brainless mess. Just once, he promises himself, one orgasm to take the edge off, and then he’ll gladly dive back between Ed’s legs and spoil him rotten, just as he deserves.
Ed spreads his legs in an attempt to push back. “Iz. ‘m getting close. So close. Need your knot.”
Your knot. Izzy’s face feels hot like he’s got a terrible sunburn. “Of course,” he grunts, then pushes himself up on one hand. He wedges a knee into the padded floor for leverage and starts to slam into Ed faster, as hard and deep as he can manage.
Ed’s body offers barely any resistance, molten and easy on the sheets as Izzy fucks him. “Izzy, Izzy, fuck, ” he moans, the words bleeding into each other and soon turning into mindless, hungry groans.
Izzy feels like an animal as he ruts into Ed. His thoughts are drowsy and slow, his brain somewhat clouded, and he distantly wonders how this sort of thing must feel for an Alpha if it already has such an effect on him. Even now that he doesn’t have his nose pressed into Ed’s neck anymore, the Omega scent is overwhelming, and Izzy drinks it deep with every breath until he’s tipsy with it.
He snaps his hips, almost brutal in its intensity, and Ed wails.
The knot’s catching against his rim, Izzy knows. He’s almost giving Ed the thing he needs most in the world. Almost.
“More,” Ed demands with a high, thready voice. “Need… more…”
“What was that?” Izzy asks. He feels cruel as he draws back by a hairsbreadth, then pushes in again to tease the unforgiving wood of the knot against Ed’s sensitive, drooling hole. “That’s not how a good boy asks to be knotted, is it?”
Ed lets out a warbled groan, but Izzy knows he’s too far gone to complain. And really, he even fucking attempts to arch his back all sweetly as he croaks out, “Need your knot, Alpha. Please, Izzy, please…”
Alpha makes something sour stir in Izzy’s chest, but he pushes the feeling down, instead grabbing a handful of the sheets to push forward. Ed’s hips rut into the nest as he chases his orgasm, and Izzy knows it can’t be much longer now. The air crackles with it, thick with smells and sensations and the pure force of nature that is Ed’s heat, and Izzy can’t do more than obey its fierce pull.
“Come on,” he barks as Ed’s hole finally yields under his assault. “Come on my knot, Eddie.”
“Ha- ah!” is all Ed manages to reply, but he doesn’t have to say more.
His body does the talking for him as his orgasm rocks him like a dinghy in a storm. He shivers and shakes, his back arching as he instinctively pushes back on Izzy’s knot. Izzy wishes he could feel Ed’s wet, warm hole clenching around it, but watching his spine ripple with pleasure is almost as mesmerising. He’s painfully hard, too, and for a moment, he has half a mind to throw the stupid face cock aside and stick his own prick into Ed in its stead.
His eyes fall on the side of Ed’s face, half hidden beneath wild curls, and he knows he could never deprive Ed of this ecstasy.
The feral, tense lines of orgasm slowly subside, and something else takes its place—something gentler. Ed looks peaceful, almost, in a way that life on a ship doesn’t allow at any other time.
He looks like he feels safe.
Izzy wraps his arms around Ed’s waist and cradles him to his chest. He’s going to stay just like this until Ed tells him to fuck off.
Ed seemingly is going to do him the favour of letting him stay at least for a little while. He dozes off quickly, and soon, soft snores fill the stuffy room. They really ought to open the door and let some air in, Izzy thinks, though the wave of Omega pheromones wafting out would obviously give them away. Still, he’s starting to feel somewhat disgusting. Sweat clings to his skin like a wet, too-tight shirt, and his legs are sticky down to the knees with his own slick. Pleasuring Ed helped somewhat, but now that he’s just lying here alone with his thoughts, he’s starting to grow desperate again.
His cunt hurts with how desperate it needs to be filled.
As if he read Izzy’s mind, Ed sighs deeply and stretches his arms above his head. Like a kitten waking up from a nap in the sun, Izzy thinks. His face scrunches up as he realises he’s still stuck on Izzy’s knot. “Fuck. Guess I needed the nap.”
“Looks like you did,” Izzy says, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Ed’s neck. “Slept well, did you?”
“Yeah,” Ed says. He turns around as far as their position will allow, then squints at Izzy. “What about you? We’ve been here for hours, and you still haven’t—”
“It’s fine,” Izzy cuts him off, and it is. He wants Ed to lay back and take his pleasure. He doesn’t need much more than this, and if his treacherous body didn’t ache for something in his hole, he wouldn’t dare demand anything from Ed. He’d gladly spend the next few days in pious worship on his knees between Ed’s legs.
As it is, though, his body has its own needs, and he’s somewhat glad Ed is the one who’s brought it up.
Ed doesn’t look like he believes Izzy’s weak protest, either. “Nah, I’m not buying that, mate. You look like you’ve got a fever, and I’m pretty sure that if someone walked past the door right now they’d be able to smell your cunt.”
Izzy feels himself blush. “Really, Ed, it’s… if you want to sleep first, I can wait—”
“Nah, you can’t,” Ed declares. “Don’t want you to go crazy on me just because I had to take a nap or something.”
“What about the knot?” Izzy asks, his last chance at getting Ed to stay snuggled up with him a little longer. “I don’t want to force it out, if you still need it.”
“Izzy,” Ed says, exasperated. “It’s not fuckin’ attached to you. Just open the buckles and I’ll be fine.”
Opening the buckles while the bloody cock is still stuck inside Ed’s cunt turns out to be a rather difficult task, especially since Izzy’s hands grow shakier by the minute and Ed won’t stop fidgeting, but finally, Izzy frees himself. He attempts to draw back, but the moment they’re no longer stuck together, Ed grabs Izzy by the shoulder and tugs him back on top of himself.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ed asks with a hazy grin.
“Nowhere,” Izzy stammers, “I just—”
“Nah. No more excuses,” Ed says. He presses a quick kiss to the underside of Izzy’s jaw, right above his pulse point. Izzy sucks in a breath through his teeth, desperate not to whimper. “I know you like to act all tough like you’re an Alpha, but we both know you’re not. I can fucking smell it on you.” This time, Izzy can’t hold back a desperate little sound, and smug pride washes over Ed’s features. “Yeah, that’s right. Just a desperate little Omega, are you?”
“Gah—god, please, Edward, just get this over with,” Izzy hisses, curling his fingers into Ed’s arm so hard he’ll be able to kiss the bruises there later. “How do you…?”
Ed smacks his arse in return. “I’m not really in a position to move here, so if you wanna get some, you gotta sit on my face.”
“A terrible burden to bear,” Izzy remarks drily.
He doesn’t need more coaxing—Ed’s mouth is heaven every time Izzy allows himself the indulgence. Slowly, he crawls up Ed’s body, careful not to knee him in the ribs or, worse, accidentally catch a strand of hair while he moves.
Frustratingly, Ed doesn’t get right to business. Instead, he wraps an arm around Izzy’s leg and peppers the inside of his thigh with too-gentle kisses. It’s the sort of move Izzy would pull when their heats are already ebbing off, when Ed’s thoroughly satisfied after a couple of orgasms and they have the time to luxuriate in the slow, tender touches that don’t aim towards an immediate orgasm.
Now, it’s driving Izzy half insane. Ed’s mouth hardly seems to be moving, and his other hand gently pets Izzy’s flank, offering none of the brutality that Izzy longs for. It’s nice, but it’s too fucking nice—too sweet, too good, when he needs Ed to give him more.
Still, somehow, each butterfly brush of Ed’s lips over his thin skin is so much. Too much, almost. Izzy’s legs struggle to keep him upright, and he slumps forward, barely stopping himself from smothering Ed with a hand on the nearest wall.
“‘s alright, Iz,” Ed mutters into Izzy’s skin, his voice tinged with amusement. “I can take it. You’re not gonna crush me.”
“Ed,” Izzy chokes out, and it just hangs in the air because Izzy doesn’t fucking know what else to say. Ed is the only thing on his mind right now, and he can’t force his brain to form any other words.
“I know,” Ed says softly. “Come on. Take a seat. I want you to.”
Eyes fluttering shut to keep the embarrassment at bay, Izzy does as he’s told. He sinks deeper down, still half-cognizant of not putting too much weight on Ed’s face. Ed doesn’t seem to give a shit about Izzy’s hangups. He opens his mouth and begins to lap at Izzy’s hole.
“Fuck,” Izzy gasps stupidly. He feels disgusting—he’s been leaking all over himself for hours now. He must be a mess of sweat and stale slick, and part of him wants to apologise for it.
Edward doesn’t utter a single word of complaint. He laves his tongue over Izzy’s entrance in quick, broad strokes, humming like he’s tasting a sweet treat rather than Izzy’s sloppy hole. Izzy keens in response, a high, desperate sound. His hips buck forward without his command, chasing the sensation, trying for more friction, for more anything, to get Edward inside—
His face still buried in Izzy’s cunt, Ed chuckles. “Patience, sweetheart.”
Izzy rolls his eyes. “Fuck you, too.”
“That’s not very nice, Iz,” Ed says, his lips brushing over Izzy’s folds.
“We don’t have all day,” Izzy says, playing the only somewhat reasonable card he has left. “Please, just—”
Ed doesn’t keep him waiting another second. He grabs Izzy’s arse with both hands and tugs him back down on his face. Izzy squirms, more because he’s surprised than because he’s actually trying to get away, and Ed tightens his grip. He’s much stronger than Izzy, especially in this malleable, liquid state that Izzy is in right now, so it’s not much of a struggle until Ed has manoeuvred Izzy where he wants him to be.
It’s going to bruise, Izzy is almost certain. He’s going to be digging his fingers into the marks Ed’s leaving for days even after his heat has passed. The thought makes him moan out loud, an animal noise that echoes off the walls.
Apparently, Ed takes it as another plea, and this time, he has mercy. He finally begins to eat Izzy out in earnest. His tongue circles around Izzy’s hole a few times, and Izzy curls his hands into tight fists. Ed’s teasing him with so much less stimulation than he needs, but it feels divine.
“E-Ed, please. I need you,” he grits out, grinding his hips down to turn the tender touch of Ed’s tongue into something more solid.
“Yeah,” Ed chuckles. “I can fuckin’ tell, mate. You’re dripping all over my face.”
Izzy’s face flushes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Ed says. “I like it.”
Before Izzy has time to utter another word of protest—before his heart can pound any harder at the thought of Ed liking the taste of him—Ed launches another attack. He shoves his tongue into Izzy’s hole, and Izzy whines. Ed pushes in as deep as he can while Izzy spreads his legs further, trying to open himself up as far as he can to take more of Ed in. Dimly, he’s still conscious to not put his entire weight on Ed’s face, to give him a little space to breathe, at least, but that battle is lost as soon as Ed pulls out a little, then pushes in again.
Fucking Izzy with his tongue. Fuck.
After that, it’s easy to lose himself in the rhythm. What else is there to do while Ed eats him out like a starved man? Between Ed’s grip on his legs, brutal like iron shackles, and the sweet torture he subjects Izzy’s cunt to, Izzy floats on endless waves of pleasure. He hears himself moan, high and desperate, like it’s someone else’s voice. It would embarrass him, usually—should still do so right now—but he can’t bring himself to care when every inch of his skin, every bone, every hair on his body sings with ecstasy.
He clutches onto a pillow to stabilise himself with one hand as he lifts the other up to wrap it around his weeping prick.
“Yeah,” Ed mumbles into his cunt, his voice slurred, “get yourself off for me, Iz.”
Izzy squeezes his eyes shut and does as he’s told. He wraps his palm around his little cock, tightening his grip in time with Ed’s thrusts. It’s all so fucking much.
Orgasm hits him like a flash of lightning. It seems to radiate out from his cunt, clenching around Ed’s tongue, rushing through his stomach and down his legs like ripples on a pond. He’s shouting, and he can’t tell if there are any words in there or if it’s just a mindless, blissful cry. Ed keeps fucking him through it, and Izzy forces himself to open his eyes again. He wants to see Ed’s face.
When they lock eyes, Ed’s twinkling with mischief, another surge of burning want drips down his chest like molten glass.
“Jesus,” he says as soon as he’s found his voice again.
“Jesus indeed,” Ed says. He gently taps Izzy’s thigh. “D’you wanna, like, do the whole afterglow-and-cuddles business while you’re not on my face, though?”
“Sorry,” Izzy hurries to say, then rolls off Ed’s face and flops down in the nest right next to him.
The blankets are wet underneath him. He winces, but he can’t find the energy to move any further.
Ed cackles. “Made a fuckin’ mess there, mate.”
Izzy pries his eyes half open, and to his horror, Ed’s face is soaked. “Oh, God,” he groans, “Ed, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…”
“‘s fine, Iz,” Ed says far too casually. He grabs a corner of the blanket beneath them and scrubs it over his face, wiping off most of Izzy’s slick. Izzy thinks he’s going to toss the thing into a corner along with the rest of their rank clothes, but he stops and shoves it back in his face. “Hmm. Smells good.”
“That’s disgusting,” Izzy groans, his cheeks heating up as he watches Ed huff the blanket that he soaked through. “Fucking—put that away, Edward.”
“Nah, don’t think I will,” Ed says casually, clutching the bundle of fabric to his chest. “Think I’ll keep it. Unwashed and all,” he goes on, his smirk growing wider as he sees Izzy’s reaction to the words. “Little reminder of getting to spend the better part of a week fucking you.”
There are other reminders of it that Izzy could offer, or even another round of this outside of the fever-haze of heat, but… even suggesting that would be an imposition, a violation of the careful equilibrium that they have found. Once every few months, they go into heat together, Izzy gets to fuck Ed under the pretense of practicality, and neither of them have to deal with Izzy’s pesky feelings on the matter. It’s too perfect a situation for Izzy to ruin with a suggestion like that.
Ed yawns, pulling Izzy back into reality. “Fuck. Heat is, like, really fuckin’ exhausting.”
Izzy nods in agreement. “We should rest for a bit. We’ll need our energy when—”
Before he can finish, a knock sounds through the room, knuckles on rough wood. Izzy stops talking and starts counting the beats—two long ones, then four in rapid succession. A sign that only a select handful of people know. No one’s accidentally stumbled in on them, which is a relief because Izzy would rather not explain what they’re doing in here to a random crew member who opened the wrong storage closet at the wrong time. Still, it means Izzy needs to get up, which right now seems about equally terrible. He grunts as he drags himself off the floor and to his feet. He grabs the first blanket he can reach from the nest to wrap around his hips, his legs still wobbly as he takes the few steps towards the door.
When he pulls it open, he’s greeted by Fang’s face, and despite himself, he smiles. Even though this interruption bursts the little bubble of bliss that Izzy was floating in, he’s happy to see Fang.
“Hey, boss,” Fang greets him. “Figured you two lovebirds could use a bite to eat.”
“Fuck off,” Izzy says instinctively. Lovebirds— Fang’s being fucking ridiculous.
“Hi, Fangie!” Ed squeals from behind him.
Fang raises a hand to wave at Ed, a somewhat uncertain look on his face. Izzy turns back around, and of course—Ed is still sprawled out naked in the nest. He’s tossed the wooden knot aside and makes no effort to cover himself or to at least close his fucking legs. When Izzy turns back, Fang’s cheeks are deep red.
Izzy snorts.
“Uh—look, I don’t want to interrupt you boys for long,” Fang hurries to say. “I just wanted to hand this over—” he shoves a flask of water into Izzy’s arms, followed by a brown paper box. “There’s biscuits in there,” he explains in a conspiratorial whisper. “Figured you two might use some sugar.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Izzy agrees. It’s easy to forget about his body’s other needs when he’s in the throes of heat, but now that Fang mentions it, he can feel his stomach grumbling. “Thank you. Anyone notice we’re missing yet?”
“Not a soul,” Fang says breezily.
“And if they do—”
“— I’ll tell them Ed’s belowdecks with a bad hangover and you’re looking after him,” Fang says, reciting their practiced excuse. “I know. There’s just one more thing—it smells kind of strong?”
Fang says it like he has to apologise for even pointing it out, but Izzy has no time for it. He’s immediately on his guard. If Fang with his dull Beta nose has noticed, every fucking Alpha aboard the ship could sniff them out in a heartbeat. Shit. They need to… what, Izzy isn’t sure, but they’ll have to do something to keep the scent from wafting all through the ship.
“Just put a blanket under the door, Iz,” Ed chips in. “No need to panic.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Kinda,” Ed says, “but also, panicking is just sort of what you always do.”
Izzy scoffs. From the corner of his eye, he catches Fang attempting to suppress a laugh. He decides not to argue. He has better things to do—namely, snuggle up with Ed and eat the biscuits Fang brought. He leans against the doorframe. “Thank you again, Fang. Now, if you don’t mind…”
“Not a bit,” Fang says. He dips his head, then steps back. “Have fun, boys!”
Izzy sighs as he closes the door. He takes the time to roll up an old scrappy towel so he can wedge it into the crack under the door. It’s not perfect, but if no one has discovered them so far…
“We’ll be fine, Iz,” Ed says like he read his mind. “Now fucking come here and give me those biscuits.”
Of course, Izzy obeys. He crawls back into the nest and curls up by Ed’s side, his upper body propped against a soft pillow. Ed creeps a little closer—just to grab the box from Izzy’s hands, Izzy thinks at first, but then Ed stays and settles in with his cheek against Izzy’s shoulder. For a moment, Izzy sits frozen and unsure. This feels better than his earlier orgasm, and he’d give anything to pause this moment and stay like this for the rest of time.
Then, Ed grumbles low in his throat, nudging Izzy’s arm with his forehead like a spoiled housecat, and Izzy makes a split second decision. He wraps his arm around Ed’ shoulders and tucks him closer.
Ed mumbles something under his breath that Izzy can’t quite understand. It sounds a little like finally, which… surely can’t be true, but Izzy doesn’t have time to question himself for too long. Ed pulls the lid off the box of biscuits and starts munching on one, and Izzy can’t ignore his empty stomach for longer.
For a few long moments, they sit in silence, both too busy chewing to talk.
Finally, it’s Ed who breaks the silence. “This ‘s nice,” he says, his mouth full and his voice muffled against Izzy’s bicep.
“The biscuits?” Izzy asks around a mouthful of crumbs, then chews thoughtfully. “They’re kind of stale.”
Ed huffs out a breath. “Not the fucking biscuits, mate. They taste like they’ve been aboard this fucking ship for longer than me.” Despite this judgment, he reaches for another one, so he can’t find them all that terrible. “I mean this,” Ed says, his cheeks stuffed full, gesturing between them. “Us. Y’know? Getting to do this together.”
Izzy desperately wants to agree. Nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. These few days every couple of months are what has kept him going through years at sea. In between their heats, he dreams of Ed’s body in his arms and feeds upon the memories of his face when Izzy brings him to orgasm.
It doesn’t mean the same to Ed, Izzy repeats to himself.
“Nice?” he asks cautiously.
“Yeah,” Ed says. “Like, the only thing that could be better would be fucking an actual Alpha.”
Despite his best efforts to keep his hopes low, the words cleave Izzy’s heart in two. Of course Ed would leave him for an Alpha without a second thought. Of course this arrangement isn’t going to last forever. Still, Izzy can’t stop himself from scoffing. “What for? Unless you want them to knock you up, what’s the point of getting it on with an Alpha?”
Stupid fucking knotheads, he thinks silently, using their dicks rather than their brains to make decisions. They wouldn’t take the time to make Ed feel good. Not like he does.
Next to him, Ed fidgets, burrowing deeper into Izzy’s side and pulling a blanket over himself. Without thinking, Izzy tugs him closer. Ed smiles up at him. “D’you think you’d want that? Getting knocked up, I mean. Not now, of course, but someday…”
Izzy shrugs. “If I wanted a mate and a stable full of pups, do you think I’d be on a fucking pirate ship, hiding out every time I go into heat?”
“Fair,” Ed says. “So no kids for you, then.”
“Nah,” Izzy says, surprised by the melancholy in his voice. “That sort of life isn’t meant for me.”
Ed nods thoughtfully as he picks at a biscuit, methodical like he’s looking for buried treasure inside the dusty thing. “I’d like it, I think. Not now, obviously, but some day. Some time soon, maybe. Can’t be spending the rest of my life getting fingered in a dingy ship storage room.”
It shouldn’t shock Izzy as much as it does. Their arrangement is one borne of necessity, not of commitment to each other. Of course Ed’s hoping for a way out. Izzy is, too—he’s a pirate because he needs the coin, not because he wants to be here. He always thought he’d be gone in a heartbeat the second a different path presented itself to him, but Ed has kept him tethered here.
And now Ed wants to leave? Izzy can’t fucking bear the though.
“Where are you even going to find a mate?” he asks, disdainful. “Are you going to seduce Captain Hornigold?”
“Ew, no,” Ed says with a laugh. “I don’t know, man. Haven’t exactly planned it yet. Maybe I’ll meet someone at port one day, or… I don’t fucking know.”
Izzy grinds his teeth. At least Ed doesn’t have a plan for it yet. There’s still time. “And that Alpha of yours, what’s he going to look like?”
Ed hums thoughtfully. “I’m not picky, man. As long as he’s hot and he treats me nice. Like, I need a guy who’ll spend a week in my nest with me, y’know? Can’t have him running off and, like, working or something while I’m in heat.” Izzy curls his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms. “I just want an Alpha who gives a shit about me.”
I’m right here, Izzy thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. He’s not an Alpha. He’ll never be able to give Ed what he truly needs.
Thinking about the day Ed inevitably leaves him feels like a knife between his ribs. Izzy gulps down a breath.
“You’ll find someone amazing,” he says, and it’s not even a lie. Of course Ed isn’t going to settle for the first Alpha who looks his way, and of course, people are going to be queuing for a chance with him. Who wouldn’t want the most beautiful Omega Izzy has ever laid eyes on? “Long as you don’t end up with Jack, I’ll be happy for you,” he forces himself to tack on, even though it makes him feel distinctly sick to lie to Ed.
“Nah, not in a million years,” Ed says. “Jack’s not my type.”
“No?” Izzy asks, fiddling with a stray strand of Ed’s hair. “Thought you weren’t picky. What’s your type, then?”
Ed chews on his lip as he thinks. Izzy supposes he should be grateful that Ed doesn’t have a quick reply to this question. “Muscular,” Ed finally says, his voice low. “I like a guy who can toss me around a little.” Izzy pulls up an eyebrow, and Ed giggles. “Dark hair, I guess. And if he doesn’t know how to eat pussy, I’m not fucking touching him.”
Izzy forces himself to laugh. “I already like this guy.”
“Course you do,” Ed says, smiling sagely. “Maybe he’d knot you, too.”
“Oh, God,” Izzy says. He pushes down the image of some faceless Alpha dragging Ed away from him and instead imagines Ed sated and happy, curled up by his side while an actual Alpha cock hammers into Izzy’s own cunt.
Ed blinks at him. “Why not?”
“Imagine if he knocked both of us up at the same time. That’d be a fucking nightmare, is all.”
“I don’t know. Could be rather nice, don’t you think?”
Izzy struggles to imagine it. “Both of us fat and pregnant at the same time? All emotional and dramatic over nothing? Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me.”
“We could hole up together just like this,” Ed argues. “Make an actual nest where we have space to stretch out. Give each other massages ‘n shit. Our pups would be the best of friends, I’m sure.”
Izzy snorts a laugh.
Ed looks almost offended. “What? Some alphas like a harem. Why wouldn’t we make the best of that?”
Izzy offers a lopsided grin. “I think the Alpha that can handle both of us has yet to be born.”
Ed bursts into a laughter, and it feels like the first breeze after a week in the doldrums. It’s a sound from deep in his belly, full and honest, and it vibrates through the entire cabin. Izzy feels it in his chest, soothing and nourishing him. He joins in, too, an easy, joyful laugh bubbling up from his throat like it rarely does. But how couldn’t he? Ed is in his arms, the air heavy with their mingling scents, and Izzy hasn’t lost him yet. He’s going to enjoy every moment of this heat that they’re spending together. God knows how many more they’ll get.
When they catch their breaths again, Ed takes on an oddly somber expression. “Only thing an Alpha’s really good for is a mating bite,” he announces. “I get so fucking jealous every time I see an Omega at port flaunting theirs. Like, okay, you bagged an Alpha. Fucking congratulations. No need to show off like that.”
Izzy knows exactly what Ed means. It’s all the rage to receive bites in prominent places—high on the collarbone, or on your neck if you’re feeling frisky—and Izzy has seen the posh upper echelons at Port Royal emphasising theirs with low-cut collars and tight necklaces. His brain supplies images of Ed unbidden—a fresh scar healing on the side of his neck, his hair pulled up into an elaborate updo for an unobstructed view. A string of pearls, Izzy thinks; he’d find the prettiest pearls he could, a silvery pink to perfectly match the colour of Ed’s bite. He’d wrap them tight around Ed’s neck, he thinks, and he nearly loses his breath over the image.
His cunt’s already dripping wet again, he realises as an almost violent throbbing shakes up his spine.
“I could bite you,” he blurts out, and he feels stupid the moment the words have left his mouth.
To his surprise, Ed doesn’t laugh. He looks up at Izzy, eyes big and dark. “Really? You’d do that for me, Iz?”
“I’m—I don’t…” Anything for you, Eddie, Izzy’s heart hammers in his chest. “It probably wouldn’t be the same as if an Alpha bit you,” he says as something of an apology. “But… yeah. I would. Of course I would.”
A smile spreads out over Ed’s face like the sun bursting through a bank of clouds. Izzy could live forever off its light.
“Where?” Ed asks, still beaming. “Where are you going to bite me, Iz?”
As much as every part of Izzy wants to leave a mark on Ed for all to see, it would be too dangerous, so he blinks away the lingering image of his bite on Ed’s neck. “Somewhere easy to hide,” he suggests instead.
“Oh,” Ed says. “Right. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. On my leg, maybe. High enough so it’s hidden under my smalls.”
Izzy trails his eyes down Ed’s body, mapping him out to find a spot to sink his teeth into, but he doesn’t even make it to Ed’s legs. Instead, he zeroes in on a spot right below Ed’s hipbone. The skin there is soft, Izzy knows, having nuzzled into it countless times. If he rests his cheek there, he can take deep breaths of Ed’s musk. It’d be the perfect spot for a bite.
Before he can think better of it, he whips around, pushing Ed into the pillow he’s resting on as he climbs over his legs. Ed yelps happily.
“Right here,” Izzy says, stroking a finger over the spot he picked out. “I’d bite you right here.”
“Fuck,” Ed says, arching his back to push his hips up into Izzy’s touch. “Please. Do it, Iz.”
“Patience,” Izzy says, his voice surprisingly firm. “It’ll feel better if I do it while I’m fucking you, no?”
Ed groans like just the suggestion does it for him. “Probably will. God. Fucking… get to it, then. I need you again.”
Izzy swallows dryly. He doesn’t look up at Ed as he murmurs, “Well, you have me.”
“What was that?” Ed asks.
“Nothing,” Izzy replies, stumbling over his words. “Said to spread your legs so I can get to it.”
Ed, for once, does as he’s told. Izzy smiles to himself as he trails his fingers up the insides of Ed’s thigh. Ed’s not exactly an obedient person, so having him follow an order so easily is intoxicating. He deserves a reward for it, Izzy thinks. He brings his fingertips over Ed’s hole and finds him still wet and open.
“Izzy,” Ed urges. His eyes are watery, his cheeks a feverish red. “Please. I need it. It hurts.”
“Can’t have that,” Izzy says. He presses a quick kiss to Ed’s abdomen, but he doesn’t tease any longer. He doesn’t have to. Ed’s cunt is still stretched, ready and begging to be fucked. Begging to be bred , Izzy’s brain supplies, and he can’t take it any longer.
He shoves his whole hand into Ed’s cunt in a single pointed thrust. Heat engulfs him, slippery, cloying heat, and it makes something feral thrash in his chest. It’s just his hand, so he’s barely getting anything out of it. One day, someone’s going to feel this around their disgusting Alpha prick, and Izzy can’t fucking bear that thought.
Ed was never his to keep, but now that he’s had a taste, he never wants to let him go. He wants to swallow him whole and keep him close until they both take their dying breaths.
He tucks his thumb to his palm and begins to fuck into Ed’s cunt. “Ah-hah, God,” Ed moans, his voice brittle and beautiful. His thighs tremble, each ripple sending a shiver up Izzy’s arm as well. Next to Izzy’s face, Ed’s little cock drools pearlescent droplets all over his abdomen. Izzy’s mouth waters at the sight. Another whimper from Ed commandeers his attention, and his gaze shoots up at Ed’s face.
He’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him directly. His eyes are closed, his brows scrunched together in an expression of pure bliss. His lips have fallen open around a continuous stream of shaky moans and sighs.
Izzy rocks his fist back and forth like an Alpha would with their prick, and slick dribbles down his wrist in sticky rivulets. Ed gasps, his hips bucking up into Izzy’s touch. “Iz, I—hnngh!”
“So desperate you can’t even talk properly, can you?” Izzy asks.
Ed’s eyes are still closed, so he can’t see the smirk Izzy wears, but he seems to understand. “N-no. Can’t. Can’t think. Need you to f-fuck me.”
“Forgetting your manners again,” Izzy scolds, hammering his fingertips into the most sensitive spot of Ed’s inner walls.
“ Pleeease,” Ed concedes, a long wail that makes Izzy feel half mad with power. “Fuck me, Alpha. Bite me. Ma— ah! Mark me. Make me yours.”
Make me yours. It’s mindless babbling, of course, whatever scraps of sanity Ed can muster this deep in the throes of heat, but Izzy’s blood rushes through his veins a little faster at the words. He thrusts his fist into Ed as fast as he can, Ed’s hot cunt clenching around him. It all feels so fucking perfect. Ed frantically thrashes as he chases his pleasure, and Izzy’s heart flutters along with him.
He presses a kiss to the chosen spot on Ed’s hip. “Ready for me, love?”
“Uh—ungh.” Ed’s response comes as a wordless moan, full of hunger and urgency. He’s getting close, Izzy can tell from the high pitch of his voice and the contractions of his cunt.
Izzy doesn’t want to keep him waiting, but he wants to time the bite just right. “So good for me,” he whispers into Ed’s skin, and he feels Ed puffing up at the praise. “So beautiful,” he goes on. He doesn’t care if it sounds stupid to his ears—Ed loves hearing it, and Izzy will repeat it as many times as Ed wants him to. “So perfect. Want you to come for me, Eddie.”
It only takes a couple of pointed thrusts after that until Ed comes with a shout. The plush walls of his cunt close in on Izzy,and he howls his pleasure as his little cock spurts its release all over his abdomen.
He’s going to find himself an Alpha one day, Izzy recalls their earlier conversation. He feels rabid at the thought of anyone else seeing his Eddie like this.
He opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into Ed’s soft belly until he tastes the faintest hint of blood. The metal tang of it floods his mouth, warm and strangely sweet, and he swears he can feel Ed’s heartbeat on his tongue. They’re bound together now, Izzy thinks, bonded in a way that nothing in the world will ever compare to—or at least Izzy can pretend they are. It probably doesn’t work like that, not between two Omegas.
Still, whenever Ed goes and finds the Alpha he’ll spend the rest of his days with, he’ll be bearing Izzy’s mark. Izzy got there first, and this certainty sends a wild rush of power through him, the likes of which he has never felt before. He clamps his jaw shut, intent on leaving a mark that’ll stay on Ed’s skin forever, as fire rushes through his veins and he lets the flames engulf him.
Only when Ed’s noises shift from pleasure to genuine pain does he let up. He pulls back to admire his work, pride thrumming in his chest.
“Oh, my God,” Ed says drowsily. “That was, like, the hardest I’ve ever come. Jesus fucking Christ.”
Izzy presses a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to the bite on Ed’s tummy. “I’m glad. Maybe the whole biting business worked, after all.”
“Huh,” Ed says. “I don’t know. I don’t think we’re, like, bonded or anything now.” If Izzy didn’t know better, he’d think Ed was sad about it. Ed props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the bite. “Either way, it might scar nicely. Would look cool, don’t you think, Iz?”
“So cool, Eddie,” Izzy says, his chest filled with longing. He never wants this to end. He wants to check on the bite mark every day, watch it heal and scar and change colours on Ed’s skin. This very moment is the best he’s going to get because it’s the only thing he’s going to get.
It’s already so much more than he deserves.
He grabs a blanket—a fluffy, heavy one, the colour of eggshells, Ed’s favourite among the many strewn about the room. On his hands and knees, he crawls up to Ed and lies down next to him, pulling the blanket over them both as he moves.
When his eyes land on Ed’s face again, he’s wearing the softest expression Izzy has ever seen on him. “Hi, Iz,” he says, his voice warm around his smile. “This was…” He fishes for words, gesticulating with his hands in the air, but soon, he gives up. “Just. Thank you for this.”
Izzy’s eyes suddenly brim with tears that weren’t there a moment before. “Of course, love,” he rasps, trying not to let them fall. “I’m glad you feel better.”
“Yeah,” Ed says. A shadow flits over his face, and even though Izzy can’t quite discern its meaning, he knows he doesn’t like the darkness in his eyes.
Izzy opens his arms, beckoning Ed closer, and without a word from either of them, Ed wriggles in. He tucks his head into Izzy’s chest and takes a deep, hungry breath like he just emerged from a long dive. Izzy tightens his arms around Ed’s shoulders, giving him a good squeeze.
“I’m yours now,” Ed says against Izzy’s chest. “Can’t let me go again. You’ll have to keep me.”
It’s childish. Izzy knows it’s not the truth, but for a moment, he allows himself to believe it. “That’s okay, Eddie. Never planned on letting you go.”
“Good,” Ed mumbles. He sounds like he’s about to drift off again, and Izzy can imagine no better task than to lie here and keep Ed safe while he sleeps. They stay like that for many moments, Ed’s skin warm and sticky on Izzy’s, his breath a soothing breeze grazing Izzy’s chest hair. Then, though, Ed seems to remember something, and he shifts again. “What ‘bout you, mate? I still gotta bite you.”
“Later,” Izzy says. He’s still somewhat pent up, but it’s a distant sensation, blurry behind the haze of Ed’s sleep-soft body in his arms and his scent in his nose. Izzy brings a hand to the back of Ed’s neck and caresses his hair, strands flowing through his fingers like silk.
“Mhm,” Ed says, sounding satisfied at the prospect of not having to move again anytime soon. “Already picked a spot?”
Izzy swallows around the anxiety clogging up his throat. He wants nothing more than to bear Ed’s bite somewhere prominent, a mark for all the world to see. It can’t be done, but still, he longs for a visible reminder of this very moment.
“My wrist,” he finally admits out loud.
“Huh?” Ed sounds surprised, which… at least he’s not laughing at him, Izzy supposes. “Thought you wanted to be discreet about it.”
It’s a risk, Izzy knows. “I could hide it. With long sleeves, or maybe a glove.”
Ed hums in agreement. “I guess. Why your wrist, though? Seems fucking inconvenient. Like, your leg would probably be easier to hide ‘n all.”
Izzy’s cheeks burn red, but he forces himself to reply. “I need to be able to see it.”
“Iz, that’s…” Ed pulls back from where he’s snuggled against Izzy’s chest. Izzy worries he’s about to get scolded, but then, he sees the tenderness in Ed’s eyes. It aches, having this kind of attention directed at him and knowing it won’t last forever. “That’s so fucking sweet,” Ed finishes, and Izzy can’t help himself.
He flings himself at Ed and kisses him with everything he has. All his love for Ed and all his fear of losing him, he puts into the kiss. Each slide of their tongues spells out a love letter Izzy is never going to write, each clumsy clack of their teeth a desperate plea for Ed to stay.
Ed grips onto Izzy and holds on tight. Their bodies melt into one another as they kiss, and Izzy soon can’t tell where he ends and where Ed begins. This is how they’re meant to be, Izzy thinks, inextricably tangled and together, braving any storm that comes their way.
Izzy is never going to let go of the most perfect thing he’s ever had—his Eddie in his arms.
He nips at Ed’s lower lip and feels a shudder running down Ed’s back.
“Wow,” Ed giggles as they break apart to catch their breaths. “Sure you don’t want to go for another round?”
“No,” Izzy says, sure of himself. “I want to stay just like this.”
With a giddy smile on his face, Ed curls back into Izzy’s arms, every point of contact an anchor for Izzy to cling to.
I love you, Eddie, he mouths into the crown of Ed’s head.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance for him to stay by Ed’s side.
It hardly matters now. He has Ed now, and he’s going to make the best of it while it lasts. He’s going to hold Ed until he tires of him.
He buries his face in Ed’s hair and soon follows him to sleep.