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Alphas do not knot every time they orgasm, and thank God for that, because that would be an awkward experience for everyone involved.
Knots took their sweet time going down, enough time that sweat cooled down, skin got clammy, cramps began to threaten your dignity and the wet spot in your mattress that you had been happy to make during the act became impossible to ignore. Not the kind of thing you wanted to experience half drunk with someone you met two hours ago at the club, much less with your hockey rival who liked to flee as soon as the deed was done.
It was a painfully intimate experience that quite literally tied you to the receiving partner for an average of thirty minutes —assuming you had not knotted your fist hours in advance to shorten the experience. Add the emotional rollercoaster that came with the hormones and the sensory hell and it became the type of thing Ilya Rozanov knew Shane Hollander would not enjoy.
The first —and only but hopefully not last— time he had gotten the omega to come to his home, Ilya had entertained the idea of bringing up knotting him. It had taken every ounce of self-control not to pop one accidentally while Shane rode him into oblivion. It was not the kind of thing you asked in the heat of the moment but planned for in advance. Even the horniest version of Shane would hate a surprise like that.
Ilya was going to smoothly introduce the subject after lunch. He had bought the knotting condoms days before, and the purple box sat in a drawer waiting for him to grow a pair and tell Shane that he had a few ideas regarding how they should spend that afternoon.
He never got that far, and as was dragged by the current in a river of misery, Ilya was left to wonder if that would have spooked him even more than saying his name.
As they tentatively rebuilt the thing between them, Ilya kept any talk of knotting to himself, fearful of losing the progress they had made. So it was a bit of a surprise when a very high Shane brought up the subject after getting his bell rung by Marleau.
“We can share my nest,” he had told him, eyes closed, a cheery expression on his face. Ilya’s heart had jumped in a way it had no right to in a pro-athlete's chest. “You could even… Knot me…”
A few not so insignificant events later, there they were, occupying Shane’s fancy nest.
It was something straight out of a catalogue. Shane’s real estate fetish paid off in the form of a cozy nesting room, which could only be accessed from the main suite. It was similar to a walk-in closet, only than instead of being met with fancy suits and gym clothes when you walked in, you met Shane’s worth-probably-thousands nest.
He was a bit busy shoving his tongue down the omega’s throat to admire the finer details of the nest, but he noted that the base consisted of two mattresses, upon which rested a mountain of neatly organized pillows that made up the walls of the nest and counted no less than three different blankets holding everything together. It was so very tidy and so Shane that Ilya had to smile, breaking the kiss.
Shane caught his expression and shoved him down, making him land on his back.
“Gone feral already?” He cupped his crotch, where the outline of his cock was already showing. “We haven’t even started.”
Shane huffed, but there was a smile pulling at the corner of his lips too.
“Take off your clothes before you stink up my nest.”
Ilya did not need to be told twice. He quickly kicked off his shorts and underwear, and he barely managed to toss away his shirt before Shane was climbing on top of him, already bare and reeking of arousal.
He smelled so fucking good. Ilya inhaled deeply at the base of his throat, filling his lungs with fresh sweetness. He had rubbed something on his skin to enhance his natural scent and it made his mouth water.
“Who’s the feral?"
If Ilya had a tail, it would have wagged. Since he did not, he contented himself with licking a path down to Shane’s bellybutton, which he kissed gently before moving further south.
Nothing less than soaking wet, he told himself. He needed Shane soft and sloppy before his cock went anywhere near him, and thankfully, Ilya knew just how to get him there.
His cock was so fucking pretty and it filled Ilya’s mouth like it was made for it. So sensitive that Ilya only had to take the head between his lips to have Shane shivering and stuttering, hands flying to Ilya’s curls. He never pulled though, always letting Ilya in control of the pace.
Ilya bobbed his head up and down, nose brushing against the fine hair at the base of Shane’s cock. The omega’s hips twitched as he struggled to stay still. Ilya sucked harder.
“Ilya, fuck— I won’t last—”
Ilya pulled back, mouthleaving Shane’s cock with a wet pop. He licked his lips and nuzzled the stiff length. It looked like a mean flick of Ilya’s fingers would make it burst.
“So cute.”
“Oh, fuck you—” Shane grunted, meeting Ilya’s gaze with a glare.
“I’m getting there, Hollander,” he answered as he slipped his middle finger between his swollen folds. He found him hot and wet, as expected. Ilya always carried lube with him, but Shane always slicked up so nicely that they rarely needed it. “Don’t want your little guy going limp before the main course.”
“It’s not— Fuck off!”
His cheeks flushed red.
He was not that little, truth be told. Omega males rarely packed anything worth writing home about, but Shane’s cock could belong to a perfectly average beta. Lean, pink-headed, pretty like the man who it belonged to: Ilya loved that cock, he loved making himself gag on it, feel it twitch against him when Shane rode his thigh and rub it against his much larger one.
Above all, he loved bullying it, because for all that Shane complained, he got so fucking wet when Ilya teased him about his size.
“Think your little cock will be able to cum again when I fill your pretty pussy?”
“I- Probably?”
Ilya laughed.
“Let’s get it there then.”
He took it in his fist, giving it a few rough pumps and then Shane was crying out his name, cock spurting clear seed between Ilya’s fingers and pussy soaking his hand.
He gave it a little kiss and licked his fingers clean as he stared into Shane’s dark eyes.
“Asshole.”
“Is that any way to thank your alpha?”
It was nice to be finally able to get away with talking like this without having to worry about spooking Shane with his words.
“I can think of another.”
“Later,” Ilya moved up, climbing on top of Shane. “I want to be inside you.”
Shane spread his legs and gave Ilya one truly lovely sight. He wondered if he could convince the omega to let him take a few pictures for posterity, for the lonely Ottawan nights to come. If he worried about his face just the essentials would do: his flushed little cock against his stomach and his wet pussy dripping on the fancy blankets.
He could not believe that he got to have this. Raw.
Ilya leaned in and kissed him deeply as he positioned himself, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against Shane’s hot slit. They moaned together as he sank into the heat of his pussy, slowly rocking his hips to meet Shane’s.
The omega was not known for his patience. Ilya was unable to keep it sweet for long, as Shane made it known that he needed to speed up. Nails sank on his back as Ilya clung to the mattress to move faster. It was obscene, the cacophony of noises made by their bodies: the slap of skin against skin, the wet slide of Ilya’s cock and the muffled sounds Shane was making against Ilya’s lips.
His balls tightened, he felt the warning swell on the ring of skin around at the base of his cock. He leaned into it, biting down on Shane’s shoulder as it became harder and harder to pull out the whole way.
He slipped a hand between their bodies to stroke Shane, whose poor cock had been bullied into hardness once more. Coming together was unlikely, but Ilya could try to get him there.
“Ready?” He practically growled next to his ear.
There was still time to back down.
“Yes, yes, Ilya—” Shane’s voice grew high and needy.
With a guttural sound, Ilya thrusted one last time, holding onto Shane’s ass to bring them flush together. His knot swelled as he spilled inside, seed filling up Shane’s insides, and making his animal way tingle in all sorts of wonderful ways.
It had never felt like this before. Sure, he had never done it raw but…
It took everything he had not to collapse from the effort, but he could not crush the already overwhelmed omega. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he pushed it away along with his hair as he sought the omega’s gaze.
Shane looked… composed. Happy and soft, eyes slightly wide in surprise.
“Oh.”
“‘Oh?’” Ilya raised an eyebrow above him, fighting to regain his breath. That was a bit underwhelming, as far as reactions went. It's not like he had been expecting him to go crossed eyed or squirt for a full minute, but he had hoped to see a few cute tears and hear some variation of Ilya, it’s too much, it won’t fit—
“Shut up,” he blushed. “I guess… I just thought it would be bigger.”
He nearly deflated on the spot. A puck to the jaw would have been less brutal than those seven words.
Apparently, he was not quick enough to hide his wounded expression, because Shane swiftly tried to reassure him.
“I’m not saying it’s small! It feels very nice.”
Nice.
Just take him outside and put him out of his misery. As soon as the knot went down he was shoving some stones into his pockets and walking into the lake.
Ilya’s balls twitched in sympathy as they kept pumping seed inside Shane’s hungry and apparently disappointed pussy.
Shane squeezed his legs around him and kissed his cheek.
“Come on, Ilya. I was just surprised—”
“By how tiny it is.”
He looked away, glaring at the wall.
God, they were going to be stuck forever like this. Ilya had not orgasmed in two days, making Shane sit on his face and fingering him until his wrist cramped as he saved up to give him a big fat knot that would make him clench up at the memory of Ilya cities away.
But it had failed to meet expectations. The memory of his knot would probably make him cringe if anything.
“Ilya,” Shane’s voice came out sweet and inviting. “I’m literally rock hard right now.”
Shane’s little cock was stiff between them, but that meant nothing. It was like him to pop a pity boner.
The omega sighed and wrapped his arms around Ilya to bring him closer, apparently not caring about possibly getting crushed by over two hundred pounds of alpha beef.
Shane rubbed his cheek against his and ran his fingers through Ilya’s hair, detangling his damp curls. Ilya could tell he was trying to soothe him.
“I think the hormonal spike got to you.”
The alpha sniffled.
“Whose knot did you take that was bigger?”
“Oh, for— We are not doing this.”
“Why not?” Ilya raised his head. They had plenty of time to discuss that, in fact. “He was probably taking funny supplements, it’ll fall off in a year.”
The thought should have comforted him: it did not.
“I haven’t taken anyone’s knot but yours, Ilya.”
“...so it’s just that mine’s small.”
“Your knot is fine!”
Fine. Which rhymed with nice, two words that had no business being used to describe Ilya’s cock.
“I can’t believe you’re going to make me talk about this,” Shane sighed in frustration. “I have… This toy I bought a while ago.”
“Is it better than me too?”
“Shut up and let me talk. It’s an… inflatable knot.”
Ilya’s mind went to a screeching halt.
“Inflatable,” he pronounced slowly.
“You know, you pump it full of air and it… expands,” Shane explained nervously. “Figured I should practice, before—”
“Before you took my knot?”
“Yes, Ilya,” he said patiently. “Some omegas have trouble with that, you know? It’s a medical condition. I didn’t want to end up in the emergency room.”
Something light bubbled up in Ilya’s chest.
“But you have opposite issue. Problem is you’re insatiable, huh? Too good at taking knot.”
Shane looked away. “I didn’t know how big yours could get so I’ve been… Testing it, you know, to get used to it. The last few sizes felt…”
His pussy clenched around Ilya’s knot.
“Felt right for your hungry pussy?”
Shane was crimson. “Ilya—”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“This toy, is it here?”
Shane nodded. “There.”
The omega pointed at an unassuming wooden box near the nest. Ilya could infer the rest of its contents.
“I want to see, later, how good it fills you.”
Shane whimpered.
Was it possible to get hard while you waited for a knot to go down? It felt unlikely, but the odds had always favored Ilya. Anticipation was building up, painting all sorts of interesting pictures in his head.
Between nuzzling and kissing Shane, Ilya could only think about fucking him again.
Eventually, after what felt like ages, Ilya’s knot went down. He practically folded Shane in half, making him whine as all the seed sloshed inside of him, and pulled out, creamy white trail following his cock.
“Stay like that. Don’t let any spill out,” he ordered.
Shane obeyed, holding up his legs.
The omega’s collection was nothing to scoff at. Ilya had to remind himself that they still had a few days to go through the rest of it.
“I see why you like to spend so much time here. A shame the producer didn’t get you to shoot any scenes with these.”
“Ilya!”
He spotted what presumably was the inflatable knot. It had the shape of a bulb, though flatter than a plug would be. A disc of sorts that had a flat base and a tube that led to the rubber pump.
He wasted no time and crawled back to the nest. Eyes on Shane’s, he pushed the knot in his soft pussy.
“You’ll be a good omega, won’t you? We’re not letting any of that go to waste.”
Shane shuddered.
“Let’s see how much that slutty hole can take.”
It took only a few squeezes for Ilya to realize that this was not a beginner’s toy. The rubber knot was nothing like the real thing. It got bigger and bigger, stretching Shane’s poor pussy, making it strain around it.
Shane began to squirm when the bulge became noticeable, little puffs of air escaping his lips.
Meanly, Ilya pressed his palm on his belly.
He cried out, spasming around the rubber knot. His little cock spilled a few sad beads against his stomach.
“I didn’t even touch you,” Ilya marveled.
“I- I never used it this… this full.”
“Even a hungry pussy like yours has a limit,” Ilya hummed, pushing down a bit more. “Too much?”
“N-No.”
He smiled. “Good.”
Ilya slid his hand down and brushed his thumb over his other hole.
“Plenty of room here.”
Shane’s breath hitched.
“On your hands and knees.”
It took some effort and no small amount of noises to get Shane on his knees. He held on to the edge of the nest’s wall for support while Ilya grabbed the lube bottle they had not used earlier and poured a generous amount on his hands.
He was obnoxiously slow, building up momentum. Even two orgasms in and a pussy stuffed, Shane somehow managed to get impatient, but Ilya never took the bait.
He slapped his ass instead, making him squeak.
“None of that.”
He also needed a minute to bring his cock back to life, else everything else would be pointless.
He took his sweet time stretching Shane’s ass, only with his pinky at first. They did not use the back door all that often, but they enjoyed it well enough. He wriggled in his ring finger and stroked his cock with his other hand, lubing it up.
“Get on with it,” Shane whined, holding his belly.
Ilya idly wondered if he would look like that if he ever got him—
“Shit.”
Ilya pushed in, feeling lightheaded. Shane groaned, thrusting back his hips.
“Fuck, Shane, ‘mega—”
Shane arched his back and Ilya held onto his hips, throwing back his head and cursing. His cock ached, tender and used but still willing to go one more time.
“This hole is tighter. Think— Think it could take a knot? Did you use the toy here?”
Shane shook his head, over and over.
“Maybe I should stuff you here next time. And,” he licked his lips, “and let the toy take care of that slutty pussy of yours— Fuck!”
He spilled. Too quickly, but he brought his hand to Shane’s clit before the omega could say anything.
Shane screamed and his knees gave out as he melted against the pillows.
Ilya crumbled behind him, hardly doing any better.
His hand found the rubber pump and released the relief valve. Gently, he pulled out the knot and admired how his seed leaked from both of Shane’s holes and into the blankets.
“Ew.”
Ilya looked up.
“That’s gonna make a mess.”
“I can eat it out of your ass—”
“Ew. Ilya that came out of your dick!”
Ilya shrugged, using the last of his will to drop next to Shane and throw an arm around the omega’s waist.
“We need a shower.”
“In a minute.”
Once the world stopped spinning, then Ilya would fill them a bath and fill nothing else for a while.
“I think I chaffed my dick.”
There was a brief moment of peace and quiet. Ilya kissed Shane’s brow and then Shane decided to open his mouth again.
“If you’re too sore, there’s a strap-on in the box. You know—” he waved vaguely, “If you want to.”
Ilya frowned at the ceiling.
“Did you buy that for Rose Landry—?”
“For fuck’s sake, Ilya. You know what? Let’s just take a nap.”