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Like an onion, there's layers to everything Ivan does, Till notices. The flaring of Ivan's scent when an interested alpha thinks they stand a chance with Till, the dominance in his actions subtle but firm, and the things Ivan whispers into his ears when he fucks Till like a mad man all contribute to Till's awareness of the matter.
Before they evolved into their current questionable bond, Ivan had always been overly protective of Till since childhood. It had pissed Till off to no end at the same time it had confused him, leaving him with conflicting feelings because yes, Till did like it when Ivan would scare of the annoying alphas that were a touch too persistent but also because Ivan was a little too protective of Till which only got worse in high school when they both presented.
Ivan's eccentricities were somewhat normal to Till however, even he had difficulties understanding Ivan so it's a good thing that Till wandered himself on a Sunday morning into their kitchen to drink some water because Ivan's laptop lays inconspicuously on the kitchen counter.
Till opens it, curiosity driving his actions as he guesses Ivan's answer within 15 tries, he huffs when he gets it right because of course it's Till's birthday.
He spends a few minutes going through Ivan's gallery—there's a folder named after himself and Till spares it a disinterested glance before looking over at the applications Ivan has. Nothing particularly eye-catching. He clicks on Ivan's web browser which of course is some premium bought thing because Ivan can't scour the internet normally like a pleb.
Till lets out a smug sound when he clicks on the search tab because lo and behold, Ivan's search history he must have forgotten to clear after being exhausted from his recent modelling gig appears like a prayer from the heavens above.
The first couple searches are fairly normal.
How many calories are there in tomatoes?
Flight prices to XYZ
How do you decline a confession in French?
To things that make Till's eyebrows raise in disbelief as heat floods his cheeks.
How to stop slicking during heat?
Average size of a male alpha's penis
What are the chances of an omega getting impregnated by an omega?
Can an omega become an alpha?
The last one has Till frowning in confusion and he's about to click on it when the door opens and Till promptly slams the laptop closed as Ivan wanders in from their bedroom upstairs.
His hair is sticking up in every direction and he blinks for a second, expression blank before he walks over to Till and engulfs him into a hug.
“Why weren't you next to me when I woke up?” Ivan complains, nuzzling against Till without an ounce of suspicion in him. His scent is mellow and fuzzes around Till like he is trying to drown Till's body in his pheromones.
Till simply breathes a sigh in relief. He's terrible at lying let alone hiding things because Ivan had some weird ability to sense the peculiarities in Till's demeanour with better accuracy than a trained sniper.
Till pats Ivan's back. “I was thirsty, go back to bed,”
“Okay,” Ivan says before scooping Till up in his arms and climbing the stairs, ignoring Till's terrible attempt at protesting.
Till thinks they should talk. Communication is important in relationships after all and he is a responsible and mature adult. Pinnacle of a healthy relationship in today's modern society.
His first attempt makes him squirm and stutter and Ivan gets the wrong idea because next thing Till knew, he was face down ass up with Ivan's impressive 9 incher buried deep in his slick ass hole. The second attempt, was albeit Till's own terrible timing because Ivan looked receptive to Till's attempts at communication until his manager rang for urgent business.
The third, fourth, and fifth, Till is sure is the universe rage baiting him because they all end victor-less.
Till eventually ends up forgetting, memory of a goldfish and the like.
It is a beautifully lazy evening Ivan innocuously decides to ask,
“Do you want to be bred for real?”
Subsequently leading to Till spitting out soda he had been blissfully chugging.
“We're both omegas,” Till states the obvious as he picks a cloth and cleans up the counter, blinking furiously.
Ivan nods seriously before saying “I can fix that,”
“What does that mean? What are you planning? Never mind, I don't want to know.”
And Ivan says, “Okay,”
So that's where they leave it. The conversation at least because Till begins to notice that Ivan is doing something and Till being Till, conditioned by years of Ivan's presence barely bats an eyelid much less a thought as he allows it.
If anyone was to blame for Ivan's audacity, it is clearly Till and his enabler ways.
1.
Till's scent is anything unlike his personality, it's sweet like a typical omega. He had gone through a phase where he despised it and it hadn't helped that Ivan kept coating Till in his own scent either—which was often a reason for their fights amidst Till's puberty driven insecurities.
Now, Till doesn't so much as blink when Ivan comes up to him, wrapping his body around Till for the sake of it as he rubs against him. Till merely huffs or rolls his eyes as he waits patiently for Ivan to do his thing.
“Till…you smell nice.”
Till rolls his eyes despite the blood rushing to his cheeks, “I smell like you.”
“Mhm, it's perfect.” Ivan agrees. He rubs his wrist against Till's wrists, applying a thick layer of pheromones there and before Till can step back thinking Ivan is done, Ivan holds onto Till's waist.
“What?” Till asks as he peers up at Ivan.
“I'm not finished with you,” Ivan states as he rubs his wrist against the back of Till's neck where Till's marking gland sits.
Till's eyes widen as his body shivers, a jolt of pleasure travels down his spine. He clutches onto Ivan's shirt when his knees feel weak and a gasp escapes him as his mind grows fuzzy.
Ivan's hand is cool and the way he spreads his pheromones on Till's marking gland of all spaces is so alpha-like it makes Till forget how to breathe.
“I–Ivan?”
“Hm?” Ivan continues scenting Till's neck.
A shaky whimper leaves Till's throat as Ivan's pheromones lay their claiming scent over Till's neck. This feels much more intimate and Till didn't expect this when Ivan had come up to him as he usually did to scent Till.
Usually, Ivan would rub their wrists together, simple scenting that was done between family and close friends. When they had sex, Ivan would scent Till's thighs but this, Ivan had never gone so far as to scent Till's neck.
An omega's neck was sacred, something that was only exposed to a potential mate out of trust.
Regardless of Ivan's weirdness, Till did trust him. Hence why he simply stands pliant in Ivan's arms as Ivan scents his marking gland with confusion bubbling up amidst the bliss.
Given Ivan isn't an alpha, the effect is muted but Till doesn't mind because it's Ivan. He'd rather have Ivan than anyone else scenting him.
Till is promptly bought out his omega zone when Ivan steps back, hands immediately coming to steady Till as he sways on his feet. Till blinks, slowly before heat creeps across his cheeks.
“What was that for?”
“Testing something out,” Ivan replies nonchalantly. He wears the face of innocence, thick lashes batting at Till, tilting his head and Till huffs.
There's no getting answers from Ivan when he decides to be stubborn. That lesson came with life long slaps to Till's face every time Ivan closed off. Till is just glad Ivan doesn't do that anymore. Much.
“Okay well whatever, are you done with your dumbness?”
“Hm,” Ivan makes a contemplative sound, “You're snappish more than usual today. You're supposed to be more relaxed.”
“What?”
Ivan stares off blankly before he glances back at Till, “Your heat begins soon, makes sense.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing to worry your pretty little head over.” Ivan answers, he mumbles something under his breath that Till doesn't quite catch it—a habit Ivan only does when his guard is down before he pecks Till's forehead. “Have a good day with noona, I'll pick you up later.”
—And promptly disappears to his work office where he does some random chaebol things Till doesn't have the brains for.
Till doesn't know why Ivan still models when he owns his own company but whatever, what would Till know about rich people's hobbies? He'd side with the metaphor ‘eat the rich’ too but Ivan is also the one that does the eating between the both of them.
Till shoves his thinking to the side, he needs to focus.
They're lounging in the balcony, snuggled up on the swinging seat that Ivan rocks with his legs and Till is curled up against him, playing with Ivan's fingers as he stares blankly at nowhere in particular when Ivan decides to pop the peace.
“Your pheromones are changing,” Ivan breathes besides Till's ear and Till shivers.
He sniffs himself and frowns, nothing seems out of place. Till turns towards Ivan, “What are you talking–Oh?”
Till pauses, blinks then moves his nose closer towards Ivan's neck. “Me? You kind of smell like an alpha during puberty.”
Ivan stiffens before he relaxes and Till looks up. He's wearing his smile he usually wears when he masks and Till feels annoyance build. He reaches up and pinches Ivan's cheek, staining the ivory skin, red.
“Don't do that. I didn't say it was bad or anything like that…I don't care what you are. It's just new I guess.” Till removes his hands, squishing the marks he left on Ivan's cheek away.
“An omega is different from an alpha. You've never been with an alpha before have you?” Ivan asks, going back to rocking the chair with his legs.
“I've never been with anyone before you.” Till huffs but his earlier words were true. Ivan's primary or secondary sex could change and Till would genuinely not mind, to him, Ivan will always be Ivan. Everything else was just extra parts of him that Till could just as easily love.
Ivan hums, “We could get married if I was an alpha.”
Till freezes, “What?”
“Hypothetically speaking.” Ivan shrugs as if he didn't upend Till's mind in one sentence. “I could also knot you, get you pregnant, give you kids.”
“I never asked for any of that.” Till frowns, he stares at Ivan watching his carefully put together expression.
“I'm aware.” Ivan nods like he had already made a decision.
“Whatever, is that what you're doing all those things for?”
“How incredibly vague of you.”
Till rolls his eyes, “You're not taking anything shady from the black web are you?”
“Nope, I'm au naturale,” Ivan easily answers despite the way Till is clearly hinting at the change of both Ivan's actions and the way his own scent is changing as if on the cusp of something new.
In all honesty, Till is considerably curious and he trusts Ivan's decision making—for better or worse when it comes to his health. Ivan can get pretty nit picky about those things and Till would know given how he's often on the receiving end of many reprimands.
Well, subtlety is an art form that Till is not a master of. “You know it doesn't matter to me if you're an omega, right?”
“You're thinking too much,” Ivan's fingers twitch where they lay on Till's side before he strokes said side, making Till shift. He's annoyingly ticklish. “I just want certain things.”
Till sighs, it's a pointless argument to him either way. Till never did have a preference for primary or secondary sexes and Ivan's rare selfishness is something he'd be willing to indulge.
“If you're sure…”
2.
Till doesn't know what it is but Ivan has recently developed a…thing, for lack of words, for Till's neck. Be it the front or the back, Ivan would suck and bite and lick like a starving animal.
He wakes up to Ivan's mouth over his nape, nibbling and mouthing at the sensitive skin, and moves back against the rarity of Ivan's warmth.
Ivan stops, his toes rubbing the sensitive sole of Till's foot making him flinch. “You're awake?”
“Mmhn,” comes Till's lazy answer, he's comfortable and feels like he doesn't want to move at all.
Ivan's arms are wrapped around him as he curves around Till's back. Till can fall back asleep like this, feeling Ivan's breath against him, chest moving up and down as he breathes.
“Let's go out today,” Ivan says, nuzzling against Till's marking gland sending a tingle of pleasure down to his toes. “On a date, we haven't had one in a while.”
“We're both adults,” Till mumbles, he turns around so he can face Ivan. Big mistake, he's incredibly weak to Ivan when he's looking at him with those eyes, dark and intense.
“Till…”
“Okay, okay. Let's go out then.” Till folds under zero pressure, well somewhat zero pressure.
So, going out with Ivan requires planning. Planning being booking an entire restaurant or cafe or cinema at times so nobody would disturb the two given Ivan's fame and his notoriously obsessed fans that could put Ivan's obsession to shame, obviously Till doesn't say that out loud in fear of Ivan's retaliation.
So they went out on a date like Ivan (and Till) wanted, the atmosphere was them, teasing, warm, and familiar and Till did admit he missed out on these dates. They used to go out more often in university.
Everything was going perfectly up until the two left. One minute they were walking shoulder to shoulder, fingers brushing and the next a fan recognised Ivan and their peace was stolen.
Initially, Till had observed that Ivan was amicable, polite in that distant sort of way he mastered as he signed autographs on T-shirts, cups, and even an arm. It was when the questions arose that Till saw that mask chip. Most were directed to Ivan, some to Till and a couple to them.
Now, within their home Ivan has Till pressed up against the door.
Only a few minutes from entering their home and Ivan is mouthing at the back of Till's neck like a hungry animal, his actions have poorly disguised urgency and desperation that makes Till concerned but unable to do much given the way he feels drunk on Ivan's pheromones.
“Ah, what's gotten–ngh into you, Ivannn?” Till whines at a particularly harsh suck, shuddering as Ivan's teeth grazes over skin like a preemptive warning.
Initially, Till would react simply due to his sensitivity but even he notices the way his instincts bend, scent sweetening as he submits to Ivan's actions like a receptive omega would to their mate.
They're both hard, Ivan's tented dick presses against Till's ass as Till's hands lay flat against the door. Till isn't to blame when he rocks back, making Ivan groan and push himself closer.
The sound does things to him, butterflies in his stomach and slick leaking from his hole. Slutty omega things that Ivan had thoroughly trained Till's body for.
Their bodies are like magnets, revolving around each other and when Till reacts, Ivan responds just as strongly. Their pheromones are thick in the air, Till can smell the remaining acrid bitterness in Ivan's scent but it dwindles the more Ivan pushes his hips forward and sucks on Till's marking gland.
They're both omegas yet the way Till reacts to Ivan, it's like his body has claimed Ivan as his mate. Till was ready to accept given their queer nature that certain biological functions would be impossible yet—here they were.
Till moans when Ivan sneaks a hand down to cup his dick, engulfing it within his palm and doing well in distracting Till from his thoughts.
Ivan rocks his hips forward letting Till feel just how aroused he is, his hand moving from cupping Till's leaking cock to beneath his shirt. Slender fingers travel up making Till's breath hitch at the tingles of pleasure and then Ivan grabs the little flesh on Till's chest and squeezes making Till gasp.
Till tries to think, try being the keyword because Ivan is not making it any easier with the way he's rutting against Till's ass and his fingers come to pinch and tug Till's pert nipples that make Till whine.
“You're mine, remember?” Ivan says, voice coming out slightly muffled and there's a weird husk to it that makes Till's hole flutter.
Till isn't entirely sure what had set Ivan off this time, drowning Till in his pheromones, nibbling at his neck and muttering ‘mine, mine, mine’ beneath his breath like a maniac—Ivan was always possessive, jealous in a way Till didn't think possible given his don't care attitude with his exes but it only seemed to have gotten worse.
Till arches into Ivan's touch, he doesn't know why but it feels right for Till to respond and he mumbles a shy “Yours,” beneath his breath.
Ivan stills for a second, Till can feel his breath against his shoulders before Ivan is sinking his teeth into Till's nape.
Till's knees go weak and it’s only Ivan's quick reflexes holding him around his waist that keeps him standing somewhat.
“Ngh oh fuck, Ivan, what the hell?” Till moans, stars dance in his vision and he's pretty sure his slick is soaking through his boxers. His dick twitches and the front of Till's pants is wet. “Oh–I just…”
Ivan hums before he releases Till's neck, licking over the stinging indents of his teeth. “Did you cum? Just from that?”
He sounds oddly pleased and Till feels his cheeks grow hot.
“S–shut up,” Till indignantly shouts before pushing past Ivan, nearly stumbling over himself a few times as he retreats to their room in humiliation.
Ivan follows because of course he does and proceeds to fuck his terrible attempt at an apology deep into Till by making him cum untouched some more.
It's in the afterglow that Till suddenly remembers, panting as he stares at the water running in the bathtub with Ivan sat behind him that some alpha had gotten close to Till, trying to ask him about Ivan—Ivan had definitely misconstrued that encounter.
3.
Unlike Till, Ivan had been in a questionable amount of relationships, ranging from betas to omegas and even the occasional alpha
As far as Till is aware, Ivan had always been strict with his preferences—learning this from not Ivan but his exes was definitely something but then again Ivan was dumped as often as he was asked out and his numerous exes would use Till to vent. It wasn't something they really spoke about but Till heavily attributes it to Ivan being Ivan and his lack of interest.
Till was expecting it to be something like that with them too so it surprised him just how serious Ivan was. Especially when Till was practically kidnapped into moving in with Ivan.
Till doesn't know why his thoughts are drifting but he's recently been in a more nostalgic mood. So of course that means his brain goes down the memory lane in remembrance of his fuck ups.
Till recalls when they were both kids and like kids do, they played house. Ivan was always the alpha father and Till the omega mother and Till felt the need to coddle Ivan since he was smaller than Till at that time. He doesn't remember how their play ended, just that it was the respective roles they took.
Ivan taking the lead was just normal, Till supposes.
“Ah–” Till is brought back to reality when he feels Ivan's tongue push into his ass, rubbing against the walls of muscle with a concentration that makes Till tremble.
After minutes spent hovering over Ivan, fulfilling his insistent and heavily bribed request to drink Till's slick—that Ivan somehow managed to make Till's body produce purely through his pheromones, he is now giving Till the simulation he deserves and Till's cock twitches.
“Sit, properly,” Ivan commands, spanking Till's ass and Till sits with a startled moan.
"God you're so–ngh insufferable," Till complains, he ends up receiving another slap to his ass making him clench around Ivan's tongue.
Ivan can be incredibly mean when he wants to.
Till closes his eyes and tilts his head back, soft moans escape his mouth as Ivan licks and slurps. Ivan was hellbent on ingesting Till's slick and whilst Ivan did often eat Till out, it is still embarrassing especially with Till being the only one nude.
Till rocks his hips and Ivan makes a sound of approval, encouraging Till to continue riding Ivan's face. He isn't sure if he'd be able to cum like this but god does it feel good.
Ivan's tongue sweeps around the sensitive rim, stimulating Till and he can't help but trail his fingers from resting on his knees to his stomach and then his chest.
Till blinks his eyes open, his vision is slightly blurry and he looks down to see Ivan's hooded gaze on him, clearly watching Till.
Swallowing, Till pinches his nipples and the tingle of pleasure makes his body flinch.
Ivan's fingers move from holding Till's thighs to cupping his pert ass, pushing Till to focus on rolling his hips down on Ivan's face.
"Ivan…this…it feels weird," Till says, a gasp leaving him when he rolls his nipples between thumb and forefinger. The slow heady buzz builds alongside Till's clumsy movements that pick up speed.
He doesn't know if he can cum like this, teasing his nipples whilst Ivan laves attention to Till's asshole, sucking and swallowing his slick like he was hydrating himself but clearly his body has other ideas.
"Oh? Don't stop, Ivan please ah–so close…"
Ivan thrusts his tongue , rubbing against Till's fluttering walls. He doesn't know how it's possible but Ivan's tongue is long, just enough for the tip to brush against Till's prostrate and that's all it takes for Till to reach his climax.
His cocklet spurts out watery cum, typical sterile semen belonging to an omega and Ivan closes his eyes to avoid it spilling there.
"Fuck," Till gasps, chest heaving as he comes to. He shakily gets up and seats himself over Ivan's stomach before grabbing his shirt that got tossed beside the bed sheets and wipes Ivan's face with hot cheeks. "You…you asked for this."
"I wasn't complaining, baby," Ivan says, opening his eyes. He glances at Till's shirt for a moment before gently pushing Till's hand away.
Till watches open mouthed when Ivan takes the remaining cum from his face with his fingers and pops it into his mouth with a groan.
"You–that's gross. Don't swallow it!"
"Nothing from you is gross," Ivan retorts, proceeding to lick and suck his fingers in show.
Till huffs, mumbling a 'freaky pervert' beneath his breath before shuffling lower to where Ivan's forgotten cock lays.
Till pulls Ivan's sweatpants and boxers down—
"I already—"
"Oh," Till bites his lip, watching Ivan's cock soften with cum staining the length. Till is about to comment something else but Ivan's cock re-hardens under Till's attention.
"Oops," Ivan says, guiltless.
4.
The bed is still warm besides Till when he wakes up from his afternoon nap. He can still smell Ivan's pheromones lingering as always and Till adjusts his position, laying on his stomach with his hips twisted in a position that would make Ivan frown.
Till corrects himself with a sigh, he can hear Ivan's voice in the back of his head lecturing Till about how he tries to give himself back problems.
Till rubs a distracted hand against the back of his neck and he twitches when a tingling sensation travels down his body.
His body has become impossibly even more attuned to Ivan after Ivan's experiment. Till's own pheromones have changed too not in scent but the way they interact with Ivan, coaxing and tempting as if his pheromones could get Ivan to mount Till.
Till notices it more, being in pre-heat and all.
Deciding he's had enough of lying in, his instincts call him to build his nest and it's a good thing Ivan had his evil foresight to ensure his room was big enough to contain their bed and space for a nest.
The circular enclosed mattress is filled with cushions and blankets and Till gets to picking at what things he wants inside of it, he drops in a few random items of his and Ivan's clothes, arranging it so their scent is spread evenly.
Till observes his nest with the eye of a veteran before nodding to himself in satisfaction.
He's even wearing one of Ivan's hoodies over nothing and it's a good thing Ivan is meticulous with comfort since the heating system works perfectly to accommodate Till's temperature.
…Till is actually beginning to think he is a spoiled wife.
By the time Ivan comes back home after a meeting with his agent, Till is resting with his tablet as a movie plays, too comfortable to move.
Ivan eyes him as he strips, turning his head back too often it makes Till snort in amusement.
“Join me?” Till asks, stretching his pale legs and he watches the way Ivan inhales slowly and swallows, his dark eyes roaming Till's barely clad figure.
“I should shower first.”
Till considers, Ivan probably has other scents on him and it would piss Till off if Ivan brought that to his nest. So he pouts. It's terrible Ivan can't shower within a second or so—Till is feeling unbearably needy.
“Hurry up,” Till says instead and Ivan nods before he disappears with a towel into the washroom. Till tries and fails to pay attention to the actors on screen—he is distracted by the sound of running water and the promise of what going into heat would have Ivan do to him.
Soon, Ivan returns and Till audibly breathes a sigh of relief when he steps into Till's nest.
“I will be free for a few days,” Ivan says as he pulls Till onto his lap.
Till hums, before glancing up as he registers Ivan's words, “Did something happen?”
“I decided to take a break.” Ivan answers. He kisses Till's marking gland and Till's breath hitches, body becoming overly aware of Ivan's presence.
One of Ivan's hands slips beneath Till's hoodie, stopping for a second when Ivan brushes against Till's bare pelvis before moving to caress Till's stomach.
“You hmm, need a break,” Till sighs. He's struggling to concentrate with Ivan pressing down on his womb and the scent of his slick is thick in the air. Till tilts his head up and pulls down Ivan at the same time, “Ivan…touch me properly.”
Ivan chuckles at that, “Eager little thing. Did you spend the whole day waiting for me to breed you?”
The words make Till need like nothing else. Ivan always has that sort of effect on him, knowing what to say to get beneath Till's skin and have him react. His hole flutters, his imagination flashes memories of Ivan buried balls deep inside him which makes him more aroused.
“I–”
Till doesn't get the chance to reply—not when Ivan kisses him, nibbling at his lower lip so Till opens his mouth. A moan leaves him when he feels Ivan's tongue, hot and wet slip between his lips and brushing against his own.
Ivan takes advantage, fingers moving lower, brushing lightly over Till's erection and Till's hips reflexively thrust in search of the tingling heat. Ivan chuckles against Till's mouth and Till whimpers, whether that's in protest or need is debatable.
Till is sure he's past his preheat, his mind feels foggy, body hotter than normal and he's simply aching for Ivan. It's always like this, but for some reason, everything feels so much more intense and Till feels like Ivan's pheromones only stir up the urge in Till to need a knot.
“I—I need you inside, Ivan, please?” Till pleads, he is aching for more and there's something in him that only Ivan can fulfil. Every inhale brings in Ivan's musky pheromones, they're no longer as neutral as they once were and they leave Till feeling heady.
“I can do that but…let's do something a little different today, okay?” Ivan asks, stroking the sensitive skin of Till's inner thigh in a way that makes Till feel anything but relaxed.
“Like what?”
“I want you to get on your knees and present for me.”
The request surprises Till, sure Ivan occasionally fucks Till on his knees but during his heat, they normally stay face to face, it makes it easier for Ivan to hold Till down in a mating press and all and simulate Till getting bred.
Still, Till is everything eager so he crawls forward, laying his head near a pile of Ivan's clothes and arching his back.
Till hears Ivan make a sound, that low rumbling purr Till isn't quite sure how to describe and looks back to see Ivan watching him with hooded eyes.
“I did it,” Till says shakily. The air around them feels charged as Ivan silently observes for a second and Till swallows, fingers gripping the sleeves of his or rather Ivan's hoody for comfort.
“Mn, you're a good omega for me. Presenting your cute little hole to get fucked.” Ivan grins as he follows, kneeling between Till's legs. He grips Till's ass and spreads it wide, exposing Till's leaking hole.
Till flushes, he can't retaliate in this position and he's not entirely sure he even wants to. A moan leaves his mouth when Ivan pushes a finger inside and then two because his slick, dribbling down his thighs barely give Ivan any need to spend time stretching Till.
Till buries his face into Ivan's clothes, inhaling Ivan's pheromones as he sinks into bliss.
Ivan's fingers thrust inside him and Till rocks back eagerly, he'd never be able to act so shamelessly if he had been facing Ivan.
“Ivann ah more please?” Till pleads, his stomach flutters and the ache inside him wants more, always more.
Ivan hushes Till, “If you want to take my knot I have to stretch you properly, baby.”
Till feels something flare inside him as he clenches down on Ivan's fingers. Taking Ivan's knot? That wasn't something Till had ever thought possible and yet he wants it, needs it desperately.
"Want it…" Till mumbles and to Ivan's questioning hum, he buries his face into Ivan's clothes, "Your knot…"
Ivan's scent thickens, it's nothing like it was a few weeks ago and the difference is stark. It drives Till insane, making a dormant instinct inside him crave the need to be coated in that scent.
Soon enough, Till's pleading and drawn out whines that turn more needy has Ivan remove his fingers with a pop and unzip his trousers.
Till glances back, body twitching in anticipation as he watches Ivan toss his trousers and his boxers away.
Ivan's cock, heavy and thick, bounces in the air. Another thing Till had noticed was that it had gotten bigger, an inch or so longer and Ivan's cum had changed from something omega-like to alpha typical, thick and white.
Till wasn't sure if it was virile however and whether he could get pregnant but he took the chances and still let Ivan cream pie him. He likes it raw and he doesn't see the point in making Ivan suddenly wear a condom.
"Mn, look at you," Ivan murmurs as he draws closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it against the rim of Till's asshole, spreading Till's dripping slick. "So pretty, in heat and all mine."
Till whimpers at that, pushing his hips back in an attempt to entice Ivan.
"Needy little thing," Ivan cooes.
"Ivan...hurry up already."
Ivan clicks his tongue and delivers a smack to Till's ass. "Is that how you talk to your alpha?"
Till sniffles, looking back with tears in his eyes, aggrieved. "You promised to give me your knot, liar, Ivan you liar."
Ivan sighs at that before nodding, "Okay. Sorry, baby. I have kept you waiting, hm?"
Till pouts and nods, expecting Ivan's mercy and the next thing he knows is Ivan's cock is being shoved into his slick hole. Stupid Till, he should've known better yet he doesn't complain, or more like can't because—
Till's eyes roll back as he writhes against the nest, a hoarse cry leaves his throat and tears of pleasure threaten to spill at the stretch of Ivan's length.
"Fuckkk, Ivan–ah fuck you, oh, so deep," Till slurs as Ivan starts a rhythm that abuses Till’s prostrate and reduces him to nothing but his greedy hole.
Ivan's hips slap against Till's ass and the sweet mix of pleasure and pain push Till who's already in the sensitive throes of his heat to spill with a keen.
"You're so cute, so precious. My darling omega," Ivan grunts, fingers gripping Till's hips so tight that Till is sure they'll leave branding bruises.
Till likes the praise, it goes straight to his head. He wants to be a good omega for Ivan. It's only natural he feels that way, really. He's in heat after all and Ivan promised his knot so Till has to be good and get bred.
His knees feel slightly sore, sensitive skin rubbing raw against the sheets but even then Till doesn't want Ivan to stop. His lewd hole sucks in Ivan's thick cock every time it plunges deep into him like Till doesn't want to let go.
Till feels the shift of Ivan's weight behind him and he glances back to see Ivan kneeling down, shadow casting over Till. Ivan kisses up Till's shoulder blade and Till shivers at the brush of his cool lips against his heated skin.
Till moans, dropping his head back down when Ivan licks his marking gland before sinking his teeth into it. A jolt of electric pleasure shoots down Till's body and Till's dick twitches as cum spurts out the tip, adding to the growing mess beneath him.
Ivan keeps his mouth attached, teeth biting into Till's neck when suddenly a low growl escapes him. Ivan's pheromones grow stronger and his cock somehow inflates at the base making Till startle just as something shifts in the air, snapping into place.
"I–Ivan?" Till questions but he doesn't get a reply, instead, Ivan returns to fucking Till with a punishing pace that his hips slamming into Till and Till lose all ability to think, reduced to nothing as Ivan continues to piston his hips.
Ivan growls, pushing his cock into Till until the formed knot forces itself past the rim of Till's hole.
Till's vision fades to black, he's pretty sure he's coming but everything seems so far away and distant. He can feel his hole spasming, slick dripping from where Ivan's cock is buried to the hilt inside of Till and then he feels thick spurts of cum fill his womb—Till clenches down, milking Ivan's cock and it takes a good few minutes before Till comes crashing back down to reality with a gasp.
"W–what," Till stutters, "–the fuck, Ivan? Did you just knot me?"
"It worked," Ivan says instead, there's surprise and something like disbelief in his tone.
"What?" Till asks with a racing heart, brain recalibrating as he thinks back to Ivan's little experiment on turning into an alpha. "You're really an alpha?"
"Mhm," Ivan hums. He pulls Till back and shifts so they're lying side by side. Ivan's cock is still buried inside of Till and when he moves it jostles Till's stuffed insides making Till flinch.
"Ah," Ivan says and Till looks behind himself in concern.
"What? Is something wrong? Did you—"
"Sh it's nothing like that," Ivan is quick to soothe Till's worries, he kisses Till's head, the action a stark contrast to how he was just animalistically fucking Till. "I think I'm going into rut."
"You think?" Till exclaims with a scoff, "I can smell you.”
Ivan makes a contemplative sound, “Do you like it? My pheromones.”
“That's what you're worried about? You're going into rut and I'm in heat–” Till gasps as realisation dawns over him, “You planned it like this, you–Ivan stop smiling like that, you asshole.”
“I believe in you, Till,” Ivan cheers on, rubbing Till's stomach like a promise.
Till swallows. He doesn't know what an alpha in rut would be like besides a few horror stories he had seen online. But…it couldn't be that bad, right?
…
It is that bad.
It's only a few hours into Ivan's rut and Till has been fucked from the bedroom to currently the kitchen. He's bent over the counter, desperately clawing at the marble with tears in his eyes as Ivan pounds into him from behind.
They had come out for water, Till's squirting was leaving him severely dehydrated and he had only managed to down a cool glass of relief before Ivan impatiently growled and then Till was being pushed up against the counter.
His toes don't quite reach the floor and all he can do is accept Ivan's cock driving into him.
Every time Ivan thrusts forward, a mixture of his cum and Till’s slick drips down to the floor from his gaping hole, making more room for Ivan to spill fresh loads of fertile cum inside.
Till has lost count of the amount of times Ivan had fucked his knot into Till, one turned into two turned into three and so on. His heat could only help so little and he's sure he blacked out once in between.
Till curses Ivan.
“Oh Ivan–ngh I can't, no more, please,” Till pleads, voice raspy from moaning but Ivan, the devil's advocate that he is, does nothing to listen. Instead, his pace turns punishing.
Being subject to Ivan's mercy turns Till on like nothing else and he definitely has the right to blame Ivan. It's all his influence that has Till succumbs to pleasure like an eager cock slut.
Till had really underestimated the effect Ivan being an alpha would have on him and now he's paying the price.
Till's body trembles through another orgasm as a weak mewl leaves his swollen lips that Ivan had kissed just earlier. His hole squeezes Ivan's cock earning him a growl that makes Till shiver in delight.
His instincts are traitorously receptive of Ivan's newfound alpha-isms and he's tempted to omega-shame himself. The discovery of just how good Ivan's alpha cock and knot feels makes Till come across realisations that he would have never thought of before.
Ivan sinks his teeth into Till's nape and Till squeals, eyes rolling back as he's pushed right into another orgasm. His hole sucks in Ivan's cock enthusiastically and Till feels never ending pleasure wash over him.
“I–I can't take any more,” Till sobs, thrashing over the counter as Ivan's hips shift, changing the angle from rubbing Till's prostrate to hitting it directly.
“I should tie you up next time,” Ivan husks, breathy and low and his voice startles Till. He had been fucking Till silently ever since his rut settled in besides a couple growls that were mostly warnings.
“You–” Till starts but words fail him. Ivan is the devil, evil, beast, a bully, Till curses him over and over again and Ivan giggles like Till is the cutest thing alive. As if Till is a kitten angrily mewling in the face of a tiger.
“My rut is receding,” Ivan murmurs, his hips slow down until he's rocking into Till's ass and the movement is languid and so achingly slow it drives Till to the brink of insanity.
Till twitches as Ivan picks him up with his cock still inside and walks back to their bedroom. Till blinks slowly, pliant as Ivan arranges him in the mess of their nest and the strong stench of their pheromones makes his cock stir. Not nearly enough to get hard however, Till is positively sure he's wrung dry
“Ivan–”
“One more time, okay? Just one more,” Ivan soothes like a liar.
The sky is clear, the birds are chirping and Till feels like death. All in all, it's a normal day.
Ivan sleeps beside him, if not for the movements of his chest raising up and down, Till would have thought he was laying next to a corpse.
Till tries not to move much, his body aches and after his first attempt that had him gritting his teeth, he lays over Ivan's body with a sigh.
“Annoying alpha asshole,” Till mumbles.
“Alliteration first thing in the morning?” Ivan says, his deep voice startles Till who jerks and then hisses as pain hits him.
Ivan's hands go to rub at Till's hips, kneading the sore muscle there making Till moan in relief.
“Mn, don't stop or I'll kill you.”
“Cute,” Ivan hums, “We should go get our marriage registered later–ah first I need to get my medical records changed.”
“You sound less excited about being an alpha,” Till huffs as he leans up to look down at Ivan. Even at this angle, Ivan manages to look sexy.
“I'm excited to stuff my knot inside you.”
“Stop talking dirty in the morning, don't you have shame?” Till splutters with hot cheeks.
“Nope,” Ivan says, infuriatingly popping the P.
Till rolls his eyes, he should have expected that, really.
“Also, I can smell the difference in your pheromones clearer than before. Are you turned on, baby? After last night too? My omega sure is hungry.” Ivan shakes his head in mock disapproval before he rolls them over, wearing a grin on his face as he leans down and nuzzles Till's neck. “You smell so good.”
“I smell like you.” Till grumbles, slapping Ivan's hand when it trails down to between his thighs.
Till has nobody but himself to blame.