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Sebastian meticulously fishes his keys out of his jeans pocket where he stands before the door to his house while Mark, the alpha he met just one, two hours ago, is pressing up against his back and nipping at his neck. It’s hindering his movements, and making him feel just a little irritated, but he knows they’re both here for the same reason…
To fuck. Like hell.
And he’s not going to lie and say what he’s doing is not making him feel a little hot already.
As mentioned, they met at a pub two-ish hours ago. The place was a little more crowded than Sebastian’s used to as he attends that same establishment regularly, but the atmosphere was unusually merry. People in similarly colored clothes with logos on them littered about here and there making Seb think there was a sports event earlier today, but he hadn’t thought too much about it. He isn’t particularly interested in that stuff.
He was hesitant in the beginning because first off, Mark had been kind of tipsy, and secondly, he was a tourist most likely attending that very event. His Aussie accent had given him away immediately.
Still, the hesitation dissipated quickly after talking to him for a while and trading back-and-forth quips over a free lager. And also, after the scent blockers he’d taken had worn off.
That scent is delicious. Sebastian almost wanted to dive straight in to lap at his neck and drink it up right where they sat at the table crammed in the corner, but he resisted because it’s both indecent and makes him look absolutely insane. He’s not usually that crazy about how other people smell…
Usually.
It’s long since turned dark and the night air has turned chilly, yet it does nothing to dull the aroma emanating from the alpha behind him. It seeps into the air and carefully floats right over into the receptors of Sebastian’s nose and wraps itself around him. He wouldn’t describe it as safe yet, but he is curious about what changes are gonna happen to it when they finally do the thing they’d been wanting to do for a while now.
It’s warm wheat paired with a hint of neatly handled spruce wood. It smells like bread. A bakery.
Sebastian sighs as lips meet the back of his neck, a little wistfully but also a little impatiently. He’s getting warmer…
“Need to smell you.”, Mark rumbles quietly behind him. “Such annoying scent patches.”
“Curb yourself.”, Sebastian half-chuckles. “Be patient, we’ll get there.”
Mark growls lightly at this but his frustration is short-lived when Sebastian finally lifts the key and turns it in the lock, unlocking the door with a click. Then, he opens it and pulls his body away from Mark to enter the house.
There’s another growl from the larger alpha then, but Seb ignores it in favor of grabbing the other’s wrist and yanking him inside before shutting them in.
All hell finally breaks loose in the following seconds.
Seb presses Mark up against the now-closed door and swallows the alpha’s quiet breath of surprise with a heated, albeit a little tentative at first, kiss right on his lips.
All doubt is washed away when the alpha returns it with even more force, pressing forward eagerly, almost pushing Sebastian backwards as he lifts his hands to the omega’s waist. Seb is happy that he doesn’t, showing restraint and exceptional control as they stay in place.
This is going to be fun.
Sebastian’s hands dart up to the alpha’s jaw to cradle it as he starts moving his mouth to nip at Mark’s lips before pushing his tongue inside. Mark complies just as eagerly, alpha rumbling in affirmation. His lips are warm and slightly chapped and his mouth still kind of tastes like the beer they drank earlier, Seb realizes as he licks around inside and across his teeth.
Mark then lifts one hand from the omega’s waist to insistently nudge at the hem of his sweater and grinds down where he’s slotted against his crotch. A deep groan that Seb knows the alpha wouldn’t have been able to hide either way makes its way past his lips and he can’t help but grin against them in response. Needy.
The other man pulls away, and Seb opens his eyes to see him shoot him a moody look, eyebrows raised incredulously. “What’re you smiling at?”
Seb chuckles. “You, mate.”, he quips and shoves a finger into Mark’s side to make him twitch.
The addressing term is a one hour old inside joke between them because Seb had grimaced when the alpha had called him that back over at the pub. Designating a friend (or in this case a stranger…) your mate feels awkward, but together they figured out it was most likely just a cultural difference. It doesn’t feel as awkward now after it’s been used a few times.
Mark opens his mouth to defend himself but is interrupted when Seb surges forward to capture his lips once more in a quick kiss.
“Less talking. More doing.”
They tangle up in each other again, mouths eager to explore necks and tongues eager to dip into junctures between collarbones and shoulders, their breaths coming out ragged. Mark’s scent is coaxed out in waves as Seb finds himself happily lapping his tongue against the alpha’s glands just like he’d wanted to earlier. He’s also satisfied that he’s finally got an answer to his question; he now smells like freshly baked bread, warm and so very fragrant. The arousal is evident all around.
Mark’s lips then detach from his jawline, and his next words are hoarse.
“Still can’t smell ya clearly.”, he grumbles into the smaller man’s hair. “Need your patches off.”, his fingers dust against the beige patches covering his scent glands.
“In a minute.”, Seb sighs against the alpha’s neck, sinking his teeth in a little needily. The rhythm of friction Mark has kept up ever since that first grind has been steady and plenty slow, but it’s done wonders to get the omega a bit worked up, at least. Mark’s cock is already half-hard under the layers of denim and underwear.
Seb grins devilishly against warm skin as there’s another low growl from who it belongs to.
So impatient.
But…
“Fine.”, he huffs out half in defeat half just because he wants to but doesn’t move immediately however for the sole reason that he’s eager to see what Mark will do next. He’s got a guess…
And it’s just as he thought. The alpha remains stock still with his hands remaining on Seb’s waist as if he didn’t just permit him to smell him. Any other alpha would take initiative and rip the patches off his skin the second he yielded. This one… didn’t.
The omega breathes in another whiff of the delicious scent all around before letting his smile turn less mischievous and slightly more genuine this time. Thank God he picked up a respectful one. Things could’ve ended badly considering all the horror stories he’s heard from his fellow omegan friends and family members.
He’s gonna treat this one so well.
Mark tilts his head in question but doesn’t really get to say anything when Seb grabs his wrist again and pulls him away from the hallway, grin still evident on his features, while toeing off his shoes.
The patches are shed on their path to the bedroom.
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The scent hits Mark like a freight train the second the golden-haired omega rips off his own patches in two swift motions as they pass a bin by the kitchen. Strawberry jam that would’ve been sickeningly sweet if not for the undertone of lilac flowers peeking through it all. It gives him a fresh and natural aroma while that usual omega sweetness is the most prominent.
It’s like nothing he’s ever smelt before.
Mark has to dive forward and pull him in to get a clearer whiff because there is no way he’s not indulging tonight. He finally got his goddamned maiden win after 7 tedious years just hours ago, and managed to snag a gorgeous omega (that luckily has no idea who he is) on top of it all. He needs to celebrate somehow.
Sebastian’s neck is warm and soft under his nose and seconds later, his lips, as he breathes in what is emanating from his glands and kisses the moles around the area.
They don’t make it to the bedroom without hanging off each other once or twice more. Mark links their lips together while pushing Sebastian backwards before they’re suddenly flipping around, the alpha now the one to be guided backwards, further into the house.
It’s dark so it’s hard to see much but the place seems pretty lived in. There are paintings hung up here and there and worn rugs lining the floor. Sebastian’s scent is imprinted on the walls all around but compared to the one coming from the source himself, it’s stale.
He likes the place.
But he’s not here to admire home décor, so…
He lets Sebastian’s hand on his sternum push him back through a doorway now into a room void of light at the end of a hallway. That changes a moment later when the omega steps after him and, as if on autopilot, flicks on a light switch to his left without looking, to a dim setting.
Mark is forced to ignore how his stomach loops at the scene that just played out in front of him in favor of turning around and taking in the state of the room to get a better idea of who he’s dealing with.
Sebastian is tidy. Everything on the desk to the left is arranged neatly from stacks of papers to pencils and trinkets, the books on the shelves on the other side of the room placed in order of the last names of the authors on their spines. There are healthy, blossoming plants on a windowsill below a window with the blinds rolled down and cute fairy lights (although turned off) hung up where the ceiling meets the walls. His closet stands furthest, closed, veiled in mystery. Mark doesn’t think too hard about it. Sebastian is actually dressed rather nicely right now, in a plain brown sweatshirt and baggy jeans.
And there’s a nest, constructed right on top of his bed out of sheets and pillows with his comforter draped across. It’s also tidy, with no messy clothes strewn about.
Sebastian appears behind him while he catalogues everything in the room and starts planting kisses on the fabric covering the area between his shoulder blades. It makes a fuzzy shiver run down his spine and him sigh out into the dimly lit room.
The omega’s lips leave his back. He gently grazes Mark’s arm with a soft touch as he passes while rounding him to then sit himself down on the edge of the nest-bed. A hand is stretched out in invitation, but Mark hesitates.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me…?”
A surprised expression flicks across Sebastian’s features although Mark notices him quickly schooling it before answering lightheartedly.
“Yeah. It’s no biggie.”, Seb cocks his head to the side and pats the spot next to him. “You can even give me your shirt for it if you want.”
“Really?”
“It helps set the mood.”
And… Huh. Mark has never met an omega so open about their nest before. It’s usually separate from where they sleep and is the place where they go to find comfort. Something that’s just theirs. The fact that this omega is not only okay with the alpha joining him in it but also wants to add his scent to it is… surprising, to say the least. He’s a stranger.
Peculiar gorgeous omega. Mark’s not complaining.
He sheds his black tee in one swift motion and watches Sebastian’s ensuing ogling the following seconds. He’s fit for quite obvious reasons and hasn’t shaved in a while so there’s a dusting of hair across his chest leading down his stomach. It stops across his navel but resumes as a trail leading down below his jeans.
Sebastian is only grinning, his eyes bright as Mark hands him the T-shirt. It’s placed messily beside the pillows, closest to the wall.
“I want to touch you, Mark.”, the grin is still there when he turns back.
The alpha’s lips lift in return and he takes Sebastian’s outstretched hand to let himself be led closer to the bed. When he’s standing before him, the omega starts lowering himself down into the nest, and Mark follows, crawling over him and planting both hands on either side of his head.
“Where?”, he asks curiously in a sultry attempt to speed up proceeding with their doings.
“Right… here.”, Sebastian whispers and the hand Mark had held prior slides between them and before he knows it, there’s heavenly pressure to his cock through the denim at his crotch. He’s helpless in the face of the urge to grind down so he gives in with a low grumble.
The omega responds by enthusiastically arching into his touch when Mark lifts one hand to cradle his waist and dives in to lap up more of that delicious floral jam scent.
With teeth at his own neck and a hand still nudging his bulge, he manages to wrestle the other man’s shirt off in a haze of movement. What’s revealed to him as he breaks away from Sebastian’s neck makes his breath hitch as he looks down. The omega under him is lean, having no muscles as a result of not being athletic unlike Mark and his skin is pale thanks to the central European climate. If he’d lived in Australia, he’d certainly be a tad more tanned. Mark ignores the tug in his heart at the thought. He won’t be here for long.
“Fucking beauty.”, Mark instead rumbles positively, alpha hindbrain internally preening in affirmation.
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The alpha above him looks like pure sin with his perfectly chiseled body and sharp contour, and that paired with the Aussie drawl decides it’s game over for Seb. Those two words spoken hotly in a tone with no fabrication behind it undoes him at the seams and the omega can’t help but let out a short surface-level purr and twist his body into a pose on the more sexy side.
“Like what you see?”
“Of course I do.”, Mark rumbles back, alpha and omega skirting dangerously close to something akin to compatible. It doesn’t help that Seb’s been drunk on his scent the entire time they’ve been together for.
“I’m glad. You’re not so bad yourself.”, Sebastian says lightheartedly and lets his hands wander across the body above him in veiled awe. He takes in the rock-hard abs and squeezes the meat on his long limbs before moving on to paw at his full pecs, grazing his nipples in the process. It earns him a sharp intake of breath. So he’s sensitive. The omega files that information away for later.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think this guy is a professional athlete. He’s certainly got the body for it, the charm, and he’s an alpha. Checks every box.
But. They hadn’t discussed careers over at the pub, so Seb decides against thinking about it too much. He’s just here to fuck and this stranger will either be gone tonight or worst-case scenario, tomorrow. Which isn’t so bad anyway.
Mark gets his attention by nipping at the line of his jaw and when he turns to inquire, his lips are instead caught in a kiss once more. It starts chaste but turns sloppy and wet quickly when the alpha grinds down and creates friction against his own cock through his pants.
Why are they still clothed?
“Want these off.”, Seb commands, referring to the jeans.
Something flashes across the alpha’s face when he pulls away but it’s gone quicker than it came as they both lean away from each other to mutually shimmy out of their pants and Seb thanks the heavens that they both have the sense to take off their underwear too. No time to waste. Cool air meets his damp cunt, although the sensation is promptly ignored when he finally sees what the alpha is packing.
And… Wow.
It’s a nice dick, if you asked Seb. Long but not particularly thick, just like the rest of him, yet still rather in proportion to his build.
He still wants to touch it. So badly. A trickle of slick passes his entrance and by the look of it, Mark smells it immediately because his eyes suddenly go a little crazed.
They fall down to the area between Seb’s legs and the alpha’s breath hitches at what Seb assumes he sees. His expressiveness is starting to delight the omega more and more for every second that passes. It’s cute.
Before he can touch, though, Seb decides it’s enough staring, snakes his hand to the back of the alpha’s head and pulls him in for more making out. The rumble that follows is enough answer that it’s not unwelcome.
“You’re so hot.”, the alpha grits out in between kisses before leaving Seb’s lips achy and bitten to trail kisses down his jaw and then further down his body. His scent’s drunk up in heaps from the glands at his neck and his nipples are played with by rough calloused fingers which makes it turn sweeter to his minor dismay.
“Want to taste you.”, Mark whispers as he’s hovering right over the omega’s sleek midsection, lashes fanning so very seductively over his brownish-green eyes. He’s making his way further down slowly but with the idea that Seb has of how tonight’s going to go, the omega feels the need to stop him in his tracks.
He puts a hand on Mark’s scalp and grabs a handful of his raven-black hair to halt him. The man’s eyes go wide but he doesn’t fight it, just looks up through his lashes in confusion.
“I want to touch you. Said it first.”
Mark pauses for a hot second before he’s letting out an unguarded and unexpected laugh.
“What?”, Seb questions incredulously, his German accent bleeding through at the singular word.
“Sorry.”, Mark apologizes, still laughing. It’s obvious he doesn’t mean it.
“It’s true!”
“Yeah, yeah.”, the alpha drawls, humor still evident in his tone. “Fine. You can.” Seb smiles at the permission and slips his hand between them to grab Mark’s ready cock.
It’s hot and heavy in his hand. The alpha closes his eyes and breathes out shallowly when the omega makes contact. One jerk sends the man already rutting down into his fist and a huff escapes his mouth where it hangs open.
Sebastian continues palming his dick, swallowing every noise he makes with wet kisses, occasionally letting out a soft keen and words of affirmation. Their scents mix and mingle in the air into a lovely combination that smells exactly like jam tarts… or maybe pie. Sooner or later, he’ll be pavloved to get horny every time he passes a bakery.
It’s absurd.
A growl from Mark makes him halt his movements and rips him from his thoughts.
“My turn.”, the alpha insists, voice low. “To taste you.”
And really, Sebastian would love his mouth on his cunt. The question is… Would he?
The omega hasn’t had a lot of hookups throughout his years considering everyone knows everybody in this part of town, but for the few he has had he’s prided himself on not only focusing on himself but also heaps more on his partner. And Mark… Mark has so far showcased exceptional control and has been so very sweet and willing. It would be unreasonable to force him out of whatever he’s expecting of tonight whether that be a conscious or unconscious decision.
No. He’ll take control. He himself is not against it, even thinks it’s fun considering he’s done it once before with another alpha.
“No.”, Seb dismisses Mark’s ‘request’ and fixes him with an intense look. “I’m going to blow you.”
The man above him recoils a centimeter or two and his expression transforms into one of conflict. So it was an unconscious decision. There’s a hint of hurt and anger as if his alpha is damaged at the omega talking back but at the same time it’s most likely as Seb expected, that controlled and willing is just what he is. It’s immediately made clear that whatever comes next is going to be something internal between his own and his alpha’s nature.
A low rumble reverberates from deep within the larger man’s core, low enough to harbor clear hostility but not low enough to count as a growl just yet.
“Why not?”, he grunts hotly.
“I told you, I want to blow you instead.”
Now the alpha growls, deep and husky, and Seb has to curb himself for a second.
There’s something sharp, then. A tug deep down, accompanied by a flicker of fear and restraint that passes his mind. It’s gone as quick as it came because he resists it with all his might.
And… It’s unusual, but Sebastian’s still dead set on his mission to give Mark the best time of his life. A different kind of urge sparked both by the circumstances they’re in and some kind of bind inside his mind between his want to please and his own needs springs up inside him. Any other omega might give in for the sake of its own natural pleasure, but for some reason he knows this will be more satisfactory for the both of them if he ignores the urge to submit.
He readies his throat, and lets out the most primal hiss he could muster.
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The moment the omega opens his mouth for a second time Mark already knows it’s wraps for him. A sound even more hostile than the growl he’d let out tears through the air and meets his ears, almost ripping him apart from inside and out. His alpha hindbrain is proper seething but he himself wants to whine at both the fact that his dick is now achingly hard and once again ready to be touched, and the fact that he’s pissed this gorgeous omega off. He backs off, hesitating.
Maybe they could’ve talked about this beforehand. Is he here to please?
And is he really… against that?
His alpha quietens in the following moments which lets him take in the sight below him. Sebastian, naked and bare albeit with his legs shut and his cunt out of sight, fixing Mark with a stare that’s not hostile at all, in fact, just calculating. His eyes are still shining and his body language is relaxed. At least he isn’t seriously mad. He most likely only hissed to snap Mark out of whatever the hell he was thinking about.
He had just assumed. That the omega would want to step into more traditional roles like the hookups he’s had in the past. They probably should’ve talked the hell out of this beforehand, but Mark finds it kind of doesn’t matter… He’d be okay with this, and Sebastian seems to be just as eager.
This might not be so bad. There was the promise of a blowjob as well, of course.
The omega raises one foot to nudge at his calf because Mark apparently takes too long to respond and, in that way, grazes his cock with his knee in the process. It makes white hot pleasure spark up and his spine tingle for a split second and god, he really needs to be touched again.
“Let’s retry?”, Sebastian cocks his head to the side.
“Yes.”, Mark answers, mind completely and finally rewired. He’s hazy but not hazy enough for his lust to impact his headspace and decision-making. He wants this.
Sebastian purrs at his answer, short but satisfied.
“I would like to get your cock in my mouth. Does that sound okay?”
“God, yes. Yes.”, the alpha repeats, voice husky.
“Glad we are on the same page.”, the omega murmurs happily. “Lie down.”
He puts one hand on Mark’s bicep, and the alpha obeys his request before he knows it, switching their positions swiftly. The omega’s sheets are still warm where he’d previously lay and if he notices Mark burrowing a little deeper into them at that, he doesn’t mention it.
“So sweet. Let me make you feel good, Mark.”
He just hums in response, unable to form any words on account of his rapidly growing need forming clouds in his mind. The only thing he wants right now is to be touched and he has a feeling that he’ll get it if he listens to Sebastian’s promising words.
Of course, he is right, as the omega wastes no time in the following seconds and slips backwards, lowering his face to hover above where his dick stands proud. Though, at first, he doesn’t dive right in, seemingly hesitating.
“I don’t have to worry about a knot, do I?”
Mark chokes on air before he can get something out. “No! God, no. Not the first time.”
“Hm. Okay.”, Sebastian seems pleased with his answer.
Now he certainly wastes no time, grabbing the alpha’s heavy and already leaking cock with one hand and closing in. There’s a bead of pre at the tip that’s lapped up as his tongue darts out and licks a wide stripe across the head.
The alpha’s hand practically shoots straight to the base of his cock to suppress the urge to come right then and there. Fuck. They haven’t even started and he’s already feeling right on the precipice. He bites his bottom lip to suppress a moan.
Sebastian bats his hand away with a gentle back-handed pat and Mark’s too gone to protest. It falls back to fist the sheets at his side, and the omega gets right back to his doings. He swirls his tongue around the head and takes the tip and then the shaft further into his mouth gradually.
Mark barely keeps it together. His muscles start working against him, rutting up into the wet heat of Sebastian’s mouth to chase that white-hot pleasure with every bob of his head.
When the smaller man at last takes the alpha’s cock to the hilt and his lips close around the base, he finally comes.
It should’ve been pathetic, it should’ve been humiliating, to come that quickly, but… Mark doesn’t care. He can’t focus on anything when the blinding wave finally hits him and throws him into a numb headspace as he comes into Sebastian’s mouth. All he sees is black and all he hears are the filthy sounds he himself lets out as he throws his head back into the pillows. His temples are warm and pulsing where beads of sweat have gathered.
He’s a dead man.
He just lies there for a few seconds or maybe minutes with no sense of how much time passes, until heavy pressure on his abdomen wakes him moderately from his post-orgasm state. Finally opening his eyes, he sees Sebastian having sat himself down right there across his abs.
“Earth to Mark?”
The alpha chuffs lightheartedly. He’s still a little dazed but words are slowly coming back to him. “I’m alive.”
“Thank God for that. I don’t think I would’ve liked having to hide a body tonight.”
Right. Mark remembers Sebastian is completely unaware of the status he currently has. When they’d talked over at the pub it was made clear to him that the younger man has never heard of him before. He hadn’t watched the race. So… hiding a body would be the least of his worries if the alpha went missing after being sighted with him earlier that evening.
He breathes out a soft laugh in response. “I’m not planning on dying tonight.”
Sebastian grins devilishly at that. “We’ll see.”
“Oh yeah? Got your own plans?”, Mark questions before he’s suddenly hit with the realization that he didn’t really reciprocate what the omega had just been just up to. His cunt is still untouched and wet, smearing slick right there where he shifts on the alpha’s chiseled abs. The easy friction sends a wave of want through his body once again, making his cock twitch weakly where it hangs limp behind the omega’s back. Sebastian doesn’t notice it, thankfully.
When the other man doesn’t reply immediately, Mark slides a hand from the sheets and up his thigh gently, squeezing the plump meat there as he passes. He makes his way closer to the cunt he so badly wants to touch excreting slick he so badly wants to taste, albeit halts a few centimeters away because he knows what role he’s currently playing. He’s here to listen.
“Do you want me to…?”
“No. Not yet.”, Sebastian denies, tone and expression warm. “You are listening. Such a good man.”
There’s a pause because Mark is unsure of what to reply to that. It feels like they’re not quite at the stage where he gives in yet and he knows if he did that, he’d feel kind of horrible afterwards. He likes where they are now, where he asks and is attentive but not where he’s completely ordered around as if he’s a slave.
Sebastian comes to his rescue. “I want you to kiss me. And taste yourself on my tongue.”
Don’t have to tell him twice. He cranes his neck and the omega meets him in the middle, plump lips still as warm as earlier, just marginally wetter now. It’s… nice. The alpha finds he likes kissing Sebastian.
Mark’s cum is salty when their lips part in the middle of the kiss for their tongues to meet. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t tasted it before. It’s not anything he’d consider especially arousing, but it makes the omega on top of him’s cunt pulse, so he obliges happily.
They stay like that for a few minutes, messily making out while Sebastian slides his cunt against Mark’s abs, soft needy breaths transferring into the older man’s lungs. The slip and slide of it is obscene and Mark’s hand twitches where it’s splayed over the omega’s thigh.
Their mixing pheromones are intoxicating, and Mark slowly feels his cock move on from its prior reprieve to leisurely chub up again.
Perhaps Sebastian notices the change in his scent because he’s suddenly backing off with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Mark’s disappointed that his lips are left alone but like said earlier, he knows his role, so he only fixes the other man with a wondering look and squeezes his thigh once more to emphasize his silent question.
The omega seems a bit dazed.
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Sebastian takes in the state of the alpha below him. Flushed from head to toe but sated, with an elated expression plastered across his face to prove it. His breathing had turned shallow the moment the omega had asked him to try again but that, too, along with his evident need to be touched, is currently gone. It’s like a full factory reset has been performed.
And he’s looking so sweetly at him now, having started making sure to check in and control himself simply because Seb had asked him to.
It’s… unusual.
Because nothing has ever made him this horny. His cunt pulses.
But alas, it’s not his time yet. He still has a mission to complete and he will indulge later. Mark’s still looking at him, eyes curious and expecting.
“Enough with the formalities.”, the omega muses, abandoning that train of thought. “I’m going to finger you.”
Mark’s eyebrows rise. “Uh-huh?”
“Yes.”, he affirms proudly. “Have you been fingered before?”
“No.”
Seb will gladly explain how it’s supposed to go. “Well, you may or may not know this, but there’s a G-spot–“
“Jesus!”, the alpha cuts him off, exasperation evident in his tone. “Yeah. I know that. God.”
“Sorry for assuming…”, the omega jabs sarcastically. “You have no idea how many alphas…”, he trails off. Getting off-track! “Whatever, that’s not the point! Point is, it’ll feel good.”
“Uh-huh.”, Mark repeats, this time a little doubtfully.
A nervous alpha is not a good sign. Luckily Seb has enough experience to know how to be distracting himself.
He rises on his knees to shimmy further back along Mark’s body once more, making sure his cunt comes nowhere near the alpha’s cock because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to resist giving in if he feels it graze his entrance just for a split second.
Instead, he dares wipe himself off with his palm to gather up some of his own sweet-smelling slick. Mark tracks his movements intently, pupils blown wide.
“So, Mark.”, Sebastian starts, pushing the alpha’s legs apart when he’s situated himself far enough away, meeting no protest at all, obviously. He takes the hand with the slick-covered fingers and places one, two digits right above his entrance while wrapping the clean one around the alpha’s half-flaccid shaft. It’s strategic. It’s flawless.
It’s perfect. The distraction works wonders because the only reactions he gets when he presses a fingertip against his rim while simultaneously giving his shaft one gentle stroke is a breathy groan and Mark’s head falling back against the pillows of his nest once again.
Taking that as his cue to go on, he continues applying pressure until he breaks through the muscle.
“You said you haven’t done this before?”, he moves his finger around, easing millimeter by millimeter into the heat at a slow pace.
“Haven’t. First time.”, Mark tensely breathes out.
“How does it feel?”
“Strange. You said ‘good’, but I don’t think I’m feelin-“, his words are quickly cut off by a proper moan and his back arching of the bed as the omega finally crooks his finger into that right spot. Bingo.
“You were saying?”, Seb grins a little to himself.
“Fuck right off.”, Mark jabs but it’s void of any real heat.
A gaze up at the Alpha’s cock lets him know it felt more than good, because he’s fully erect once more. He does it again.
“Ohmygod. Keep doing that. Fuck.”
He obliges because of course he does. It would be breaking his promise if he stopped now and Mark squirming around looking so sultry and perfect is doing things to the omega that he dares not think too hard about. He just lets his cunt do the talking for him with how it with every thrust of his finger into Mark’s asshole lets out trickle after trickle of slick. He’ll take Mark’s cock, soon.
When he slips the digit out and layers another on top of it before pressing in again with both, Mark tenses. An additional stroke to his cock and, three seconds later, an added finger to his G-spot breaks him, though. Sebastian croons at the strangled moan he lets out.
“So good for me.”
As response, Mark rumbles in a way that makes his growing need known to the omega. It’s a little strangled as he keeps moving his fingers to send sparks of pleasure through the bigger man’s body.
“Close to coming?”, Seb asks.
“No.”, the answer is honest. “I just… Still want to, ah, taste you, pretty.”
The words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut and oh, if they’re not enough to get him even more hot and bothered with how earnest they are. Such a sweet and gentle alpha. He pauses the movements of his fingers on account of the need to collect himself at the thought. Air fills his lungs and in the frozen silence, his own growing need at last makes itself known to him. It’s hopeless.
His wet and empty cunt is aching to be filled. And there’s a perfectly willing alpha right there with a cock ready to claim and a scent that makes his head spin.
Realizing they’re not really going any further with this, Sebastian makes a decision and pulls his fingers out.
“Okay.”, he draws back a bit to survey the man below him. Shit, how did he manage to get this absolute adonis into his bed?
Mark props himself up on his elbows and fixes him with a searching stare. The contracting of his biceps as he does sends a satisfying shiver up Seb’s spine and a new wave of wetness through his entrance. He really needs to get it together.
“’Okay’?”, the alpha questions, muddled.
“You can taste me.”, Seb permits and can’t help but cock his head delightedly. He knows exactly how Mark will react.
Naturally he does. His face lights up and he advances from half sitting up on his elbows into a full sit with both hands braced on the mattress behind him to stare at the omega in awe, eyes sparkling. Eventually he lifts one hand off from where it’s planted against the sheets and reaches it out to Seb.
He takes it, curious. His smaller hand slots perfectly into the alphas warm palm. The touch is gentle. So very gentle.
Before he can react further, he’s being tugged in close and enveloped in a tight embrace before getting heaved off the bed by two massive arms. He yelps out in surprise at the hasty movement and snakes his arms around the alpha’s neck for stability. Then, just a second later, he’s being slammed back down into the mattress where Mark had just lay.
The alpha doesn’t retreat immediately. He stays pressed down against Sebastian, his face buried in the omega’s neck with their chests touching, bare skin against skin setting the smaller man’s body and nerves on fire and it’s truly, utterly devastating how horny he is right now.
He’s still going to play his role, though, and let Mark indulge some more. The fucking like hell can come later.
“Scent me.”, he whispers into the alpha’s ear.
Action is immediate. Mark doesn’t even humor him with a reply, just starts shifting his head and rubbing their necks together eagerly to elicit more pheromones from both of them, mixing their scents into that same delicious combination wafting through the air and filling the room. Pie.
Soon, when he’s seemingly finished with scenting the omega, he loosens his grip and starts moving further down his body, kissing and licking and biting and nipping and all the little touches are driving the blonde man absolutely crazy. All he can do is squirm and let out soft moans for every sensation he feels across his skin. In due course, Mark gets to lavishing his nipples and that pulls a full-fledged moan from deep down within him, the feeling sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
Seb would’ve let his head fall back against the pillows just like Mark had done, but he really wants to watch.
So, he does. He observes the alpha, as silently as he can muster with the soft little breaths the man is forcing from him, when he marks his skin and lets his tongue leave trails of saliva across it.
He hesitates before reaching his vulva and looks up through those gorgeous long lashes, blinking a little blearily at the omega. His eyes are full of a question… He’s checking in.
“Yeah. I’m good. Go ahead.”
Such a sweet alpha. Seb can’t help but repeat the word inside his mind. The respect and attentiveness is making him go mad. Every gentle little touch and every searching look will carve itself into his brain and stay there for years to come. He doubts he’ll be able to forget this night soon. But Mark will be gone later.
Thinking about it must’ve soured his scent because now it’s Mark’s turn to cock his head. Sebastian feels a small pit forming deep down. He likes Mark.
“Everything all right?”
“Yes. Don’t mind me. Just thinking.”, he excuses. Talking about it with a stranger you met a few hours ago that you are currently hooking up with is a bad idea.
“Well, let’s make sure you don’t.”, Mark smirks then. “Permission to not hold back?”
That makes Seb laugh softly. “I don’t think you need my permission.”
“Whatever you say, Sebastian.”, Mark’s smile bleeds into his tone when he answers, final.
Seb realizes a second later that he wasn’t feigning anything when the alpha practically dives straight in to put his amazing mouth against his cunt. Warm lips meet his lips down under and makes him shout out into the room at the sudden contact. A wet stripe is licked across the entrance, not yet breaching, just lapping up the heaps of slick that has gathered.
“Scheiße!”, he can’t help but shout out, his voice turning distorted by an unbridled moan.
Mark seems to know the word because he chuckles softly against his cunt, the vibrations from it enough to coax a grind out of the omega. Soon, Mark’s tongue darts out to press inside. His beard stub scratches so pleasantly against Sebastian’s skin where he’s moving.
The sounds they make are filthy, disgusting, but Seb doesn’t care when the alpha is causing such wonderful feelings to go through his body and opening him up so well, sucking on his clit and then pressing inside with both his tongue and his skillful fingers.
The question of whether it’s going to turn feral is irrelevant, the one we’re going to focus on is when. Sebastian’s grinding is thankfully not unwelcome because he notices Mark push even deeper whenever he does, so he continues. The omega starts moving his hips uncontrollably and hastily and Mark starts rumbling quietly in contentment, continuously causing more vibrations to pass through to his leaking cunt. He must’ve picked up that Sebastian really likes that. Like said earlier, he’s attentive!
After some time, the alpha backs away a centimeter or two to pause, sending heavy breaths skimming across his now open and expectant damp entrance.
“Fuck. You taste so good, baby.”
Oh. That’s a new word. Sebastian hears himself moan. Huh?
“Uh-huh. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”, Mark continues, somewhat rambling. “You’re so perfect.”
Says him?! Sebastian’s brain is short circuiting at the praise and the lovely dirty talk and he suddenly doesn’t know how to reply. Luckily, Mark moves on before he’s forced to.
The man grabs the omega by the thighs and hoists him up, planting them on his corresponding shoulders before lowering himself to his cunt again.
God, the new angle is absolutely delicious. Sebastian cries out anew as Mark’s tongue and fingers go right back to spearing his entrance in repetitive thrusts. He scissors them, opens him up, licks him, sucks him, kisses him, makes pleasant friction against his skin with his unshaved stub, leaves marks on his thighs and squeezes the plump meat there again, and again, and again, until there’s barely a thought left in the omega’s head.
It’s so much. Seb can’t possibly keep track of all the red hickeys and soft teeth marks he sees on the insides of his thighs.
After another long moment of Mark completely ravaging him, he instinctually closes his thighs harshly around the other man’s head, his body betraying him.
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Fuck, this omega’s crazy.
Mark’s never been this hard before in his life.
His face is currently buried deep in a cunt, wet from both saliva and slick, that tastes like pure heaven. There’s a pleasant ache in his jaw but nothing so small will ever deter him from a mission like this. He’s here to make Sebastian feel good. He wants it so badly.
So he swallows up every gush of slick he’s offered and repeatedly nudges his clit to elicit moans and whatever other breathy sounds he can from the omega, already turning obsessed with everything he has to offer. Every time something meets his ears, his inner alpha preens. He picked a good one.
There’s a ringing in his ears and he’s getting short of breath but faced with the option of staying right where he is or pushing Sebastian off himself, he would rather asphyxiate to death. However, later, he’ll probably realize that’s his alpha horniness speaking. Who knows? At least he’s learned his lesson now, that good things come to those who wait.
“Mark!”, Sebastian moans out into the room.
The alpha rumbles in response, entirely focused on forcing more of those sounds out of the blonde’s mouth by working his cunt with both his tongue and fingers simultaneously.
“Mark…!”
Because he can’t speak, all he can do is hum into the wet heat of his vulva. I’m right here.
“Mark…”, Sebastian repeats for a third time, voice raspy. With his next words, he practically whines. “Alpha… Give me your knot.”
Mark freezes up at the words.
Oh, god. His cock gives a disgustingly strong jerk where it hangs free.
Holy shit. All words are lost to him and it’s as if his mind has been mercilessly flicked into an entirely different dimension in the seconds following. He barely hears Sebastian’s whine of protest when he finally pulls back with force, parting his thighs.
Regarding the omega with heavy breaths, Mark takes in his desperate body language and the twitch in his thighs. How his golden hair frames his face perfectly in this dim light and how his eyes are still sparkling with energy despite how long they’ve been going for and how late into the night it probably is. How he holds himself, open, just the way he’d been when he invited the alpha to his nest, just the way he’s been when joking around and quipping comfortably like they’re friends and not strangers.
He really is perfect. His scent, his dazzling personality, his gorgeous face, and the way he treats Mark like he’s also important even if they’re just strangers hooking up. Mark really likes him.
He… wants to stay.
“Mark. Please.”, the omega mewls, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
And, really, who is Mark to deny him anything when the time they have left is so short? He’s here to indulge and if that means making the most of the night until they’re both satisfied, he’ll happily oblige.
“Condoms?”
Sebastian sighs breathily, a little needily. “Uh… Top drawer.”
The alpha practically rips the drawer open to relentlessly rummage around until he finds said package of condoms, wasting no time in tearing one open and rolling it down onto his cock with the help of Sebastian’s slick after doing so. The omega whined when his fingers graced his entrance but it’s short-lived as his voice breaks into a moan when Mark nudges his now-covered tip against it, one hand braced on his waist while the other rests in the sheets beside him. Sebastian heaves his legs up to slot them around Mark’s middle.
“Okay, omega.”, he can’t help but reciprocate the term, looking down into gorgeous blue eyes. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good. You’ll only need me, no other alpha, ever again.”
For a second, it looks like Sebastian believes him.
“Mark. Make me feel good.”, that familiar hint of role clarity seeps through his tone once again and reminds the alpha that he’s currently at this omega’s mercy.
“Count on me, baby.”
Drunk on pheromones and on the fact that he gets to have such an ethereal omega in its own nest, Mark starts moving forward little by little, both hands cradling the omega’s waist. Sebastian is prepped enough and already soaked, with his own slick and the alpha’s saliva acting as a perfect lubricant.
They fit together like puzzle pieces. Sebastian’s insides are tight but accommodates his breaching cock perfectly for every centimeter he moves. Every shift sends sparks up his spine and adds fuel to the growing fire inside him.
Their breathing turns synced and every sound is made in tandem. When Sebastian moans around his dick, it makes him groan out into the dim room, which in turn makes the omega let out another needy breath.
When Mark’s buried to the hilt at last and their hips meet, he both feels and sees the body under him shiver. His golden locks shift as he shimmies where he lies there wrapped around the alpha’s cock, eyes fluttering shut in gentle pleasure. Mark moves his right hand from the other man’s hips and interlaces it with the one Sebastian has fisted in the sheets.
“Okay there?”, he gives his fingers a squeeze.
“Exceptionally.”, Sebastian sighs, clearly sated for the moment, and relaxes further into the sheets.
The answer makes him chuckle. “Great.”
Mark follows his direction and tries releasing some tension from his own limbs and muscles, loosening his previously bruising grip on the omega’s waist to hold him more lightly while also putting off a little more weight on him. He doesn’t seem to mind, because a pleased purr could be heard coming from him only a second later.
Cute, perfect, dazzling and peculiar gorgeous omega. He’s finding more fitting adjectives for every minute that passes.
When he starts moving backwards, he’s expecting no resistance, just pure compliance from the omega considering he knows the other man knows what’s about to happen is going to be pleasurable for them both. What he doesn’t expect is for the blonde to snake his free hand from the sheets and up Mark’s body as he slowly pulls out, to let it rest against the alpha’s throat.
There’s a squeeze, and… Mark feels his soul leave his body. The combination of sensations, his dick sliding against Sebastian’s tight walls and the man’s hand against his throat, squeezing, is enough to unravel him right then and there
“Keep going.”, Sebastian urges, like a mind reader. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. There’s no way he could.
One gentle thrust inside has them both falling apart, Mark’s body being set ablaze by the sheer bliss of it all. The steady pressure like a collar around his throat remains and he has to pause before moving again at Sebastian’s strangled moan out of fear of coming too fast again.
“So good.”
The alphas synapses are scorching.
“Alpha. Give it to me.”
His hindbrain isn’t fuming with anger anymore at the omega talking back earlier, it’s quiet and content and just wants to please. Sebastian himself hadn’t said it but what he thought earlier was probably right. The answer is that he is here to please and it knows it. And how could he complain, when it feels so good?
Mark starts moving, this time setting a steady rhythm, wringing more breathy moans and shudders from the body under him.
“You’re perfect.”, the words are out before he knows it through gritted teeth in a tone that sounds akin to a growl. “Such a pretty omega. So kind, taking care of me. Now let me take care of you.”
Sebastian melts under his touch and his unwavering tempo. After a few seconds, he clutches Mark’s hand where it rests tangled with his in the sheets next to his head and gives another gentle squeeze to his neck. Something regretful flickers across his face before he closes his eyes and sighs. Mark slows down, suddenly hyperaware of every little reaction he receives.
“What’s up, baby?”
“I want to try something.”, Sebastian’s voice is breathless but he speaks clearly, tone quite obviously telling that he has his mind set on something.
“Okay, talk to me.”
“Pull out.”, is all he says, and the alpha obeys. Even so, he’s not scared he’s being rejected. Quite the opposite, actually, he’s excited to know what the omega is planning.
When he’s fully detached himself from Sebastian and let him slide his hand out of his own easy grip, he lets out a quiet noise of tension. It aches to not have his length enveloped after how long he’s waited and because of how fucking amazing it felt, but he’s not going to whine. Patience is key. He figured that out.
He doesn’t get much time to ponder on it, considering Sebastian starts moving again not long after. The man sluggishly uses his arms to push himself into turning over, rustling the sheets in the process but at the same time burying deeper into them as he finishes switching position to lay on his stomach with his head resting on the pillows at the top of the bed. His hand slowly reaches out toward something and the alpha follows his movements.
Sebastian’s hand fists a certain black T-shirt lying there sprawled and brings it closer, cradling it to his downturned chest and sandwiching it between himself and the mattress.
The omega lets out a contented sigh and seemingly breathes in the scent deeply, before…
Fucking hell.
Sebastian draws his thighs closer to his stomach, rising up on his knees and arching his back by elevating his hips…
Presenting himself to the alpha.
Mark stops breathing completely. Their pheromones are running amok in the atmosphere all around them and he is rapidly losing the well-defined grip he has on his self-control. If he’d thought it was feral earlier when he was face-deep in the best pussy he’s ever had in his life, he had been thoroughly mistaken. His dick isn’t even being touched right now yet a sensation akin to the absolutely unadulterated pleasure he’d felt when it was enveloped in the warm tight walls of Sebastian’s insides washes over him.
He has to pause and take in the sight for a few seconds, breaths coming out ragged and slightly choked to his minor dismay. The omega, under him, arched up in pure trust and surrender, with his pussy and ass on display for him and only him to see makes something very alpha deep down inside him settled, setting his instincts ablaze as one word is repeated inside his mind.
Protectprotectprotectprotect.
He can’t see the blonde’s face but he hears his own uneven breathing mirrored. After a few seconds too long Sebastian lets out a muted little whine. Mark realizes if he wants the omega at peace he has to move, soon.
So, the alpha braces one hand on the small of Sebastian’s back while the other rests on his hip, appreciatively stroking down the curve of him while crooning continuously in an attempt to soothe. The omega gratefully melts under his gentle touch, letting out a satisfied sigh. Mark realizes he’s gotten pretty good at telling his different little expressive breaths apart.
The sudden sting of the thought of having to leave at the end of the night surfaces and he shoves it aside rashly in favor of moving again. He wraps one hand around his condom-covered dick and closes the distance made by Sebastian’s switch in position, wasting no time in pushing inside.
The new angle is devastating. With the first thrust in, the omega cries out the loudest he has so far this night, like music to Mark’s ears. He lifts his head and turns it sideways to look the alpha in the eye the next time he rams into him, the eye contact acting as an amp for all the feelings running through the alpha’s head.
Their eyes stay locked when Mark picks up a rhythm once more, this time more unstable and frantic as his mind is blissfully clouded by lust and his imminent need to both make himself and the omega come. Sebastian’s eyes close now and then as a particularly rough thrust rocks him forward but he tries his best to stay lucid, fingers flexing against the sheets for grip.
“Mark.”, the omega calls out, voice wavering.
“Sebastian.”
“Mark.”
“Sebastian.”
He keeps up his relentless pace while they frantically repeat each other’s names in a desperate craze. After a while, he leans down because he wants to change the angle slightly but also to press more of himself against the other man, feeling the dire need for closer contact. It has an immediate effect because Sebastian practically sobs.
“I’m close. So close.”
“Yeah, baby, I hear you.”
Mark cranes his neck and starts nudging his cheeks against the side of the omega’s head, rubbing their glands together and marking him with his heavy scent. They’re gonna smell like each other for days. The thought makes a satisfied rumble push through his lips.
His knot starts gradually catching more and more on Sebastian’s entrance as it expands with every thrust that soon turns into ramming to get it through. The omega yelps with every little attempt and soon, he’s babbling hastily through every breath.
“So close, soclose. So close so close. Keep going. I’m so close, Mark.”
“I’ve got you.”, Mark grits out, feeling right on the precipice himself.
Sebastian’s orgasm isn’t unexpected with how frantically he’s been speaking. His wave shortly crashes over him as he for the final time shouts out into the dim room, voice cracking with pleasure. His walls convulse around the alpha’s cock and more of his slick leak out into the space between them, intensifying the slide of where their bodies are shortly going to be locked together.
Mark isn’t long behind. His knot fully inflates and he conclusively rams it into the omega’s cunt one last time as his own orgasm washes over him, more intensive than the one earlier by tenfold. His vision goes blurry and his body entirely lax as he lets himself fall down on top of Sebastian, trying his best to avoid crushing him by placing one arm next to him to steady himself.
It takes a minute or two to come back to the present considering it’s been a hot minute since he’s had two orgasms in one single night. Last time that happened he was probably as old as the man he’s currently crushing with his weight.
Oh. Right.
“Sorry.”, he groans in apology and weakly heaves himself up on his elbows to give the omega at least somewhat of a chance to breathe, even if they’re still locked together by his knot.
“Don’t worry.”, Sebastian says, voice sleepy and a little raspy. “It’s fine. I like it.”
A continuous purr slips out to emphasize his point and Mark takes that as an invitation to lay his entire weight down again because frankly, his muscles were mere seconds from failing him anyway. Sebastian shimmies to get comfortable, still purring, under the alpha’s heavy frame. Mark becomes aware of the fact that he likes it too.
They cuddle together like that for a few minutes, waiting for his knot to go down.
“So?”, Sebastian starts and Mark has to urge him to go on with a questioning grumble. “What’s the review?”
“You can’t seriously think I’m answering that.”
“At least tell me if it was good or bad.”, Sebastian says and Mark basically hears the grin in his voice.
“What do you think?”, the alpha jabs sarcastically but not aggressively. It was good and he’s not going to deny that.
“That was a ten out of ten if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”, Mark says but he’s smiling too now.
When his knot does deflate he’s insistently urged to stay in the nest as Sebastian stands up to go to the bathroom and also to dispose of the used condom, disappearing into the dark hallway. He comes back a minute later with a towel and a glass of water that he hands to Mark. Everything’s a little bleary and he’s slightly confused but he does what’s expected of him, drinks the water and lets the omega wipe him down, cleaning him of sweat and slick. It feels strange, because… he hasn’t been taken care of like this before. That responsibility always falls on the alpha.
“You don’t have to look so confused.”, Sebastian says when he’s finished, folding the towel and placing it on his nightstand, breaking the alpha out of his thoughts. “You could barely hold yourself up.”
He speaks true. And really, it isn’t the strangest part of the night. Mark doesn’t mind it. He lets himself relax further into the sheets and pillows of the omega’s lovely nest that now smells like them both.
“I suppose so. Thank you, Sebastian.”
“It’s the least I can do.”, he shoots him a short but genuine smile. “Are you staying?”
“Said it yourself. Can’t hold myself up.”, he has the courtesy to put on a sheepish expression. “Sorry. You’re stuck with me.”
“Oh, the horrors.”, Sebastian jokes dramatically, wholly unserious.
Mark just responds with a hearty laugh and lets the omega curl into place beside him to rest his head on his chest. With that amazingly sweet floral scent in his nostrils, the alpha is slowly lulled to sleep by Sebastian’s steady breathing.
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Sebastian is in the kitchen when he hears a pair of heavy footsteps from the hall to his bedroom. The morning is cozy with warm sunlight beaming through the blinds covering the windows to land on his frame as he moves around the space to show for it. He’s feeling sated and calmer than he ever has in a long while and has a certain somebody to thank for it.
When he’d woken up, Mark had been fast asleep, thick, muscly arm draped across his smaller frame lightly, not restricting. The man looked serene when he was sleeping, mouth slightly open to release soft rhythmic breaths with his eyes comfortably shut. He surprisingly didn’t snore. He looks like someone who would.
Seb had stood up from the mattress, trying to disturb the alpha as little as possible so that he could slip out and take a shower. He was surprised to find Mark still sleeping when he returned. Maybe he was having some kind of jet lag, considering…
Ah, who knows? He abandoned that thought in favor of preparing breakfast while letting him sleep longer. The very least he could do if he was a mediocre lay is to be a good host. Not that he thinks he was…
When he’d thoughtfully laid out all ingredients he needed to get started, he went outside to check his mailbox for the daily paper like he always did on Mondays. Birds were chirping, the sun was still shining across a cloudless sky, and everything was feeling perfectly normal aside from the obvious differing variable still laying in his bed.
It all changed the second he’d turned over that newspaper. Back inside, he’d stopped to brace himself against the kitchen counter, caging the item between himself and it, his mind shockingly quiet as he took one long gander at it.
Mark’s picture was on the front page, the alpha bright and beaming with a smile wider than anything the omega had seen last night. He stands on a podium, zipped up in a dark blue racing suit, cap with an embroidered “1st” on it, soaked in a liquid Sebastian could only assume would be champagne. The logo on his kit matches the exact same one Sebastian had been seeing on shirts and hats all over the pub when he’d met Mark. The headline reads…
Mark Webber scores first F1 win at the Nürburgring
After several long minutes of deep, deep thinking, Sebastian finally achieved some semblance of clarity. Refusing to let the opportunity go as he knew it would be hard to pretend he hadn’t found out, he decided to be cheeky about it. Mark’s probably a bit used to it, anyway.
In the present, the alpha’s footsteps can be heard from the hall and in his eagerness to tease, Seb hastily picks up the newspaper and flips it open to a random side, leaning back against the counter so he himself faces where Mark will emerge while the front page of the paper also does as he pretends to read it. He schools his expression, body language and scent into total neutrality and he waits, the seconds that pass feeling like a lifetime.
Mark appears after a moment, the remnants of a smile on his face, dressed in just the grey oversized sweatpants Seb had laid out for him after he himself woke up, no shirt on. He looks cozy and something in Sebastian warms at the sight, but he shoves the feeling aside in favor of keeping up his cool facade. He needs to, to maximize how funny he’s going to find this later on. Their eyes meet and Sebastian doesn’t say anything, letting Mark take the lead.
“Morni-”, the alpha begins, but he quickly cuts himself off when his eyes sink down from their shared contact to land on the paper in Seb’s hand. The change to his feature isn’t slow at all as a stiff grimace takes over his face. His scent sours to something staler like tasteless crackers, hints of guilt clinging to it. Seb doesn’t like it.
There’s a pause, the omega quirking an eyebrow to urge him to go on, despite his body's subtle response to the shift in the alpha’s pheromones.
“Ah.”
Sebastian just hums, still refusing to say anything, a soft laugh threatening to escape from the confines of his throat but he pushes it down because he isn’t a rude person. He knows this type of man and that he’d feel smaller and smaller for every pressuring second that passed without a word from him. He’ll apologize later if it’s not all in good fun.
“I was going to tell you.”
Most likely a lie, but Seb isn’t hurt. It makes total sense. They’d fuck, Mark would stay unknown and then leave when he had to, to never see him again. That would’ve been his plan, were he in the same shoes. Hell, it was his plan.
“You weren’t.”
Mark pauses for a second, sheepish. “I wasn’t. Sorry.”
Sebastian barks out a laugh, lowering the newspaper. “No hard feelings. ‘First F1 win’?”, he then questions, genuinely curious. “Is this when I’m supposed to say congratulations?”
The older man visibly relaxes at this, shoulders dropping from their prior tense state as he exhales a heavy breath. He moves from where he’d froze in the middle of the hall to approach Sebastian where he stands in the kitchen, scent clearing up to go back to how it was earlier, wheaty and warm. The omega lets out an involuntary purr, his body releasing its own happy pheromones in response. Blasted biology.
Mark definitely picks up on it but he doesn’t prod, just keeps grinning. “You don’t have to pretend to care, mate. It’s all good.”
Seb shakes his head. “I’m not familiar with this sport but it sounds special enough if they’re writing about it.”
The alpha’s grin widens at this, eyes sparkling. That seems to have been enough to enable him. “Oh believe me, it is. It’s been seven years since I started. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Really?”, he questions. That's quite the many years… It hadn’t occurred to him to ask how old Mark was last night, too preoccupied with wanting to get in his pants. “Seven years is long. How old are you?”
“32. You?”
“Jesus.”, it’s Sebastian’s turn to gape. He hadn’t expected that. If you ignore the beard stub, Mark looks younger. Maybe that’s the tell, though. “I’m 22.”
“Ah.”, Mark says again, dumbstruck.
Sebastian decides dwelling on it would be ridiculous. It’s not illegal and what’s done is done. Plus, it’s not even that weird.
“Anyway.”, he says probably a little too enthusiastically, turning back to where he’d put a carton of eggs on the counter, opening it. There are only three eggs left, a painful reminder that he’d planned to go grocery shopping today. On his free day.
One for him, two for Mark. Reasonable, if he’s an athlete. Man needs his protein.
“Tell me more?”, the omega prompts, bending down to pick a pan up from the cupboards below the counter to get started on breakfast.
He does.
The morning stays cozy. Mark settles in beside him by taking his place leaning against the counter while he chats about the sport, explains the basics of it to Seb as the younger cooks. Sometimes he feels stupid when he doesn’t understand something like how they’re allowed to build the cars and only gets that thought affirmed as Mark starts explaining it to him like he’s a 3-year-old pup. He gets told about the point system and how significant the win yesterday was and how the teams work with their drivers to get as many points as possible. He also gets told some gossip about other drivers… Jenson sounds like a cheeky guy.
“Brand new team and they’re one of the… top contenders, as you say it? Must be rough.”
“It is, but we’re pulling through. I have faith.”
Seb hums, flipping an egg.
“Enough about me, though. What about you? What do you do?”
The omega doesn’t even try to suppress the hint of surprise that seeps into his scent at the question. When he looks over to the side, Mark tilts his head, that same questioning look in his eyes. Does he really want to get to know him more if they’re just going their separate ways when this breakfast is over?
Though… maybe it can’t hurt.
Seb snorts, shoveling the finished eggs onto their separate plates now more thoroughly decorated with bread and some fruits (quite the luxury). He gets one egg, Mark gets two, like he’d decided. “There’s not much interesting about me. I work at the local library, saving up the money I need to move and get an education elsewhere.”
Mark diverts his questioning look from the omega’s face to the eggs now on the plate. Is he actually noticing the divided amount? “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Sometimes, I reckon I’d prefer mundane. What do you want to study?”
“Environmental science.”
“Cool.”, he replies simply, genuinely, yet dismissively. He’s got something else he wants to say. “Why did I get two and you get one?”
“Extra protein for the professional athlete. Was that a mistake?”
“Can we share it?”
“I mean… If you insist.”
Mark grabs the knife he was given and cuts the bit of egg into two perfectly divided pieces before sliding one of them over to the omega’s plate, satisfaction evident in his expression and scent as he does. Another non-typical alpha thing, to share something that was both clearly given to you and was something you would’ve benefited from. He’s peculiar.
The pair move from the counter to sit down at the kitchen table, digging into the simple breakfast in relaxed silence. Seb isn’t a big breakfast guy so there isn’t much food, but Mark doesn’t seem to mind, happily munching into each part of it with fervor. It makes Seb happy too. That same warm feeling starts spreading through his body, becoming shockingly familiar. He embraces it.
“So, question…”, Mark begins tentatively when he’s finished, Seb still biting into a piece of bread.
The omega nods to signal for him to go on.
“Reckon I could get your number?”
It’s Sebastian’s turn to get shocked.
“You want my number?”
“Yeah.”, Mark replies simply. “I’d like to do this again. If you want it too?”
And really, Seb barely considers before answering. He thinks chasing that warmth is going to be worth it. And he likes Mark.
“Sure. I’ll give you my number.”
Can’t hurt to try, right?
…
“…next time, we should definitely talk beforehand, though.”
Sebastian laughs.