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Laurent stood at the edge of the bed, sleeves pushed to his elbows, surrounded by a soft chaos of blankets and sheets. He’d stripped the duvet earlier, shaking out the scent of detergent before layering everything back—his own blankets first, then Damen’s, then the lighter one that always smelled faintly of cedar. He tugged one of Damen’s hoodies closer, folding it just once before tucking it into the centre of the bed.
When Damen came in, he stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight. His hair was damp from the shower, and a towel hung loose around his neck. Laurent looked over his shoulder, braced for teasing, but Damen only smiled.
“You always make it look like art,” he said.
Laurent’s lips twitched, reluctant amusement fighting past embarrassment. “It’s not art.”
“Feels like it,” Damen said, crossing to him. He didn’t touch, not right away, just stood close enough that Laurent could feel the heat coming off his skin.
“Come here,” Laurent murmured.
Laurent took Damen’s hands in his, pulling him towards the nest of blankets. Damen barely had time to breathe before Laurent pressed him down onto the bed, his back meeting the mattress. Laurent hovered above him, his pale hair falling forward, the faintest glint of mischief in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first; he only leaned in, nose brushing along Damen’s throat, over his shoulder, down the line of his chest. He breathed him in like a man starved.
The scent hit him in steady, grounding, impossibly familiar waves. It filled the small space between them, clinging to the sheets, the air, his skin. Laurent’s lashes fluttered, and a low sound vibrated out of him, soft as a cat’s purr.
Damen froze, heart thudding. The sound wasn’t one he heard often. He reached up, one hand sliding behind Laurent’s neck, fingers threading through his hair. He tugged gently, enough to draw Laurent’s gaze up from where it lingered against his throat. Their eyes met, and then Damen leaned up and kissed him.
The kiss was deep and slow, a steady pulse of warmth passing from one to the other. Laurent melted into it, a small, shivering sound caught in his chest as his lips parted. Damen’s thumb stroked along the edge of his jaw, feeling the tension there and the gradual softening beneath it.
Laurent shuffled closer until his chest lay flush against Damen’s, his hand sliding down to anchor over his heart. He could feel the beat—strong, unwavering—and his own pulse synced with it.
When they ultimately pulled apart, the air between them hummed. Laurent’s scent had shifted, richer now, threaded with contentment. Damen kissed the corner of his mouth, senses tingling at the change in scent. There was no better smell in the world than an omega getting closer to their heat.
Laurent drew a slow breath, eyelids heavy, the fine edge of composure fraying. Damen’s pulse answered before his mind could reason it away.
“Laurent,” he murmured.
Laurent’s eyes lifted to meet his, pupils wide. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Damen’s hand came up, hovering near his cheek without quite touching. “You can feel it, can’t you?”
Laurent gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth tightening.
“It’s harder to think when it starts,” he admitted.
Damen’s alpha instincts shifted restlessly beneath his skin, urging him closer, but he stayed still. He’d learned restraint in these moments, learned how to match Laurent’s pace rather than his own need. It was the least he could do for him after all he’d been through.
“You’re tense,” he murmured, running a hand down Laurent’s arm, feeling the muscle coiled beneath the skin.
Damen shifted just enough to press a little closer, letting the warmth of his body brush every curve of Laurent’s. He could feel the subtle tremor running through him, the scent of his heat thickening in the air.
“Do you want me to…” he began hesitantly, “help you with this?”
His hand hovered over Laurent’s hip.
Laurent’s head tipped back, eyes half-lidded. “If you… if you want to.”
It was permission, hesitant and shaking at the edges, but it was enough. Damen’s chest swelled with a mix of tenderness and desire, knowing how much trust was in that tiny word. Damen let his hands roam, pressing just enough to elicit soft, involuntary purrs from Laurent.
“You feel amazing,” he murmured, letting his nose nuzzle the side of Laurent’s neck. “So soft. So warm. You smell like… like home.”
“Don’t stop,” Laurent breathed.
Damen’s lips followed the line of Laurent’s jaw, trailing down to the hollow of his neck, brushing over the shoulder, nipping lightly where the skin was tender.
Laurent gasped and swatted at his chest. “Damen!”
“I know,” Damen whispered, voice husky. “I can’t help myself when you purr like that.”
Damen flipped them round, his hands finding the hem of Laurent’s shirt, tugging it upward.
“Careful,” Laurent teased.
Damen chuckled as he shoved the fabric over Laurent’s head, revealing smooth skin flushed with warmth. His hands didn’t pause there; Damen traced the planes of Laurent’s chest, lingering at the collarbones. Laurent arched into him, another low, involuntary purr escaping as Damen’s fingers hooked under the waistband of his jeans.
“May I?” Damen asked.
Laurent gave a shivering nod, and Damen gradually eased the buttons open, pulling the fabric down over Laurent’s hips, letting him step free from the restraint of cloth. His fingers waited at the edges, allowing Laurent to adjust, to feel safe, and to anticipate what was coming. Every move was his.
Damen’s lips trailed down Laurent’s body, pressing soft kisses along the line of his stomach, teasing the sensitive skin at the hip, biting at the inner thighs to leave small, red marks, and making Laurent gasp. He grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs, easing them down as well to leave him fully exposed.
The sight of him—every curve, every tremble of anticipation—made Damen’s chest tighten. Laurent’s hands tangled in Damen’s hair, dragging him closer, a whine of frustration and need escaping him.
“Don’t—stop teasing,” he gasped, though his body betrayed him, already quivering at every touch.
Damen smirked against him. His palm skimmed over Laurent’s aching cock, leaking precum against his navel, and then reached down to find Laurent’s slick heat between his legs. He swiped teasingly against the sensitive hole before slipping his fingertip just inside him. Laurent’s sharp inhale cut through the quiet.
“I’ll give you what you want,” Damen murmured as he pushed two fingers inside Laurent, curling them carefully, coaxing, exploring.
Laurent’s hips pressed up. He muffled cries against Damen’s shoulder, relishing in the feeling of being taken apart with the thick digits. “Ah—fuck… Damen…I need—fuck, I need it.”
Damen pushed them deeper, curling to rub mercilessly against the nerve that made Laurent’s body shiver. Laurent’s nails dug half-moons into Damen’s shoulders, more precum spilling out with each jab at his prostate.
Slowly, Damen withdrew his fingers with a wet squelch, the tips sliding out before pushing back in a tantalising rhythm. Laurent panted, chest rising and plummeting. He squeezed his eyes shut, his knees threatening to knock together.
“God, you feel perfect,” Damen whispered. “You feel so good like this… I love that you’re mine, how every inch of you melts under my touch.”
Laurent’s cries became ragged, breathless; his entire body tensed around Damen’s fingers, clinging to him as though letting go would break something vital.
And then, with a shuddering gasp, Laurent came, trembling and spilling hot white over Damen’s hand. Damen held him through it, stroking, whispering soft praise and love into his ear, letting the aftershocks settle before he even thought of moving further.
It didn’t take long for Laurent to recover. When he caught his breath, he shoved Damen off his body so he could crawl to the other side of the bed.
“Laurent?” Damen asked.
Laurent’s fingers fumbled under the bed, brushing against the fabric he’d stashed earlier, and he tugged it free, letting it slip through his hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Damen’s gaze followed every motion, drinking in the sight of Laurent bent over, the curve of his spine, the flush spreading across his hips, the glistening wetness of his hole just begging for attention. He fought every alpha urge to pin him down, grab those cheeks, and devour him whole.
“You’re not getting away from me that easily,” Laurent said. “We’re just getting started.”
One hand held the cloth, the other brushed along Damen’s chest as he pressed him back against the blankets. Damen’s heart thudded; the primal stirrings in his alpha senses flared at the sight.
Laurent knelt beside him, eyes locking on Damen’s as he wrapped the soft cloth around Damen’s wrists, securing them and then tugging.
“Think you can handle it, sir?” Laurent purred, thumb brushing over Damen’s wrist.
Damen groaned low, willing himself to stay grounded, trusting the omega before him. He loved it when Laurent talked to him like that.
“Of course, whatever you want,” he said.
Laurent smiled, a predatory, affectionate curl of lips, and shifted, straddling Damen’s thighs, eyes flicking down to the evidence of his own readiness. He leaned in, nuzzling Damen’s neck, lips brushing lightly over skin, before whispering, “You’ve been a good alpha, but now it’s my turn to make you feel like mine.”
Damen’s breath hitched, senses tingling, knowing this was just the beginning—the delicious, consuming next stage of heat. Day one was always the most lucid. In the next 12 hours, he would witness Laurent dissolve into a needy thing, a whining creature who knew nothing but how to spread his legs and his hole for attention. While the thought made Damen’s mind reel, he appreciated these moments of horny clarity where Laurent took what he wanted.
It didn’t take long for Laurent’s hand to close around Damen’s erection. His eyes roamed over every inch of the alpha’s body as he pressed a wet kiss to Damen’s chest, licking and nipping. He made quick work of his clothes, tossing the towel from his shower into the growing pile.
“Look at you,” Laurent said as his hand wrapped around the thick length of Damen’s cock. “My alpha.”
Damen’s hands, still bound by the cloth, flexed against the restraint, but he didn’t pull away. He twitched toward Laurent’s touch, aching for more. Laurent’s movements grew faster, insistent, teasing. He brushed the tip just right, twisting his fingers to stroke inside the sensitive underside, coaxing an erotic groan from Damen’s throat.
“Please…” Damen breathed, voice thick, but there was no command, only surrender, letting Laurent guide the pace.
Laurent leaned down, mouth grazing Damen’s collarbone, tongue flicking over sensitive skin as his hand continued its steady rhythm. He whispered low, playful, dirty talk.
“You like this, don’t you? Like I’m taking care of you,” he said.
“Yes,” Damen whined.
The slow build of heat and teasing had Damen squirming. Laurent held Damen just so, fingers curling possessively around him. Every groan and shiver from Damen fed Laurent’s hunger, but he kept his pace measured, revelling in the alpha’s desperation.
“Not yet,” Laurent whispered. “I’m not done with you.”
“God… Laurent, please,” Damen rasped.
Laurent’s other hand roamed over Damen’s chest and shoulders, tugging him closer, tilting his head for kisses along the neck.
“I said not yet,” he scolded, nibbling at the edge of Damen’s jaw. “You’re mine to make wait.”
In an instant, there was a cold emptiness. Laurent let go of his cock and scooted himself up Damen’s body, their chests pressing together.
“Now,” he whispered.
Damen shifted, and the tip of his aching cock pressed against Laurent’s slick, yielding heat. Laurent’s delicate fingers helped guide him, a gasp escaping him as precum smeared against his hole. He tilted his hips back, and Damen slid in inch by inch, the head popping into place as he savoured the way Laurent clenched around him.
“You feel so good,” Damen groaned. “So fucking hot and tight.”
Laurent shivered at the words. He kept himself balanced on Damen’s shoulders as he began to ride him with powerful thighs, slow at first, then picking up into a hungry, needy rhythm. His omega instincts took over in the presence of his alpha. Every tilt, every press of his pelvis against Damen’s length drew a guttural groan.
Laurent rolled his hips, grinding down to take as much inside as he could. His head bowed, breath ghosting over the junction of Damen’s neck.
“You’re mine… mine to breed,” Damen growled, vibrating against Laurent’s ear. “So perfect… so ready for me. You take me so well.”
Laurent moaned, rocking faster, teasing the tip of Damen’s cock inside him, coaxing him further. “I’m yours.”
“I’m going to fuck you so full of my babies, make you full.”
“Oh, fuck, Damen—”
“You’ll be so round, and everyone will know how I bred you right.”
Laurent traced a hand over his abdomen, feeling his stomach and imagining how it might feel when that same heat wasn’t just pleasure, but the life of his pup growing beneath his skin.
“Your knot inside me is… gonna make me… full… for our pup…” he whispered.
He hissed as Damen’s hips slammed upward, cock hitting that imagined place inside his stomach, each thrust making his fantasy feel achingly real.
“You’ll carry our pup so well,” Damen groaned.
Laurent arched back, mind swimming with erotic images of his body swollen, warm, fertile from the pleasure, Damen’s cock stretching him, filling him in a way that felt like more than just sex. Every push of the knot felt like a pulse through his womb, every thrust grounding the fantasy in raw sensation.
The heat and wetness of Laurent’s body clung to Damen, slick and pliant. Then, with a roll of his hips, the base of Damen’s cock swelled, a warmth and pressure that made Laurent arch, letting out a startled, breathy moan.
“So… so full…” he breathed, taking in every sensation.
“You’re mine… every part of you,” Damen growled, pressing a kiss to Laurent’s shoulder, nipping as Laurent hissed and squirmed under him. “So perfect for me, omega…”
Laurent’s legs tensed, back arching, voice cracking in a mix of ecstasy and desperate need. “Yes, please… fill me…!”
Damen drove them together, punishing and intimate, pushing the knot deeper inside Laurent. When they finally came together, the release exploded inside them both, locking them in that raw, unbreakable connection, the knot keeping them entwined.
“Finally,” Laurent murmured, a purr lingering under the words. “I can… breathe again.”
He reached down and pulled the ties holding Damen’s wrists so he could embrace him. His knot locked them together, but he was free to move his arms as he pleased. They lay together in the nest, with Laurent resting his cheek against Damen’s collarbone, fingers lazily tracing idle patterns on his chest.
Damen nuzzled his shoulder, thumb brushing over Laurent’s upper arm. “You… look good like this. Relaxed. Safe.”
“Safe, huh? With you?” Laurent teased. “I guess even alphas can be harmless sometimes.”
“Harmless?” Damen laughed. “I’m anything but harmless when you’re like this.”
Laurent nudged Damen with his leg. “Brute.”
For a long moment, they stayed together, neither speaking, letting the afterglow wash over them. Eventually, Laurent stretched one arm over Damen’s chest, fingers smoothing over the dampness of their exertion.
“We could… maybe think about a real one someday,” he murmured.
Damen’s hand stilled where it rested on Laurent’s hip. He’d pushed his hope down for many years, ever since Laurent had expressed a disinterest. “A real child? You mean it?”
“I do,” Laurent said, eyes flicking up to meet Damen’s. “But… not right now. Ask me again when my heat’s over.”
Damen exhaled, pressing a kiss to the side of Laurent’s head. “Whenever it happens, I’ll be ready. We’ll be ready.”
Laurent let out a small, satisfied purr, nuzzling closer. “Good.”
And with that, they settled back into the quiet, tangled warmth of the bed, letting the intimacy linger around them.