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Tom knew he had to steal the prop, and by steal, he meant take it in plain sight and no one would say a thing because he was Tom fucking Ryder. It was how he acquired most of his trophy props, the rest of them gifted replicas for being such a pleasure to work with. True story. But back to the point. He had to steal the riding crop because it was real, high quality, not some cheap imitation for the movie, and Colt couldn't stop staring at it every time it was in Tom's hands. The decision was made for him, really.
Taking it when his alpha wasn't looking was the hardest part, but keeping it hidden until they wrapped filming and were safely home at the condo was easy. He gave Colt exactly one week to recover from his bruises, because he wasn't cruel, contrary to popular belief, let him think everything was fine and normal as Tom continued to work, and then he made a show of taking the crop from his yet-to-be-unpacked luggage and displayed it front and centre with the rest of his props.
"I didn't know you took that." Colt commented, going for nonchalance but Tom could smell the arousal on his scent.
"Didn't tell you." Tom shrugged, climbing over the back of the couch to settle in his alpha's lap, "I thought it would be a nice surprise, I saw how much you liked it."
That earned him a confused look, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No?" Tom leaned in, arms wrapped around Colt's neck to curl the ends of his hair around his fingers, casual and coy, "So you weren't popping a knot every time I waved it around on set?"
Colt flushed, didn't say a word, but his hands tightened where they'd settled on his omega's hips.
Gotcha.
"You're not busy tonight, are you?"
Colt shook his head.
Tom grinned, "Good. Because I have a surprise."
"Tom..."
"Trust me? I've thought about this so much, it's gonna be good, alpha." It really was. He had costumes sorted and everything, he just needed his perpetually mistrustful mate to turn off that everything is a threat instinct for five minutes and enjoy himself. Tom rolled his hips to feel that thick cock pressing insistently against his ass through layers of clothes, stuck his tongue out to lick over Colt's lips and chuckled when he was drawn into a hungry kiss.
"What are you planning, cowboy?" The alpha asked, voice low.
"You'll see." Tom bounced up before the plan was derailed, "Meet me in the bedroom? I have an outfit laid out for you, there's instructions on how to put it on if you get lost. Let me know when you're ready." And then he backed away, not turning to run like he wanted to because he could tell Colt was ready to chase.
His outfit for the evening was a cropped red jacket with gold details and tassels along the sleeves, and a matching pair of red leather chaps, custom made to fit him perfectly and also to look well worn, used for hard work for years on end. He had nothing on underneath, toned muscles of his chest and stomach on full display and his little omega cock framed nicely by the chaps. And, of course, the outfit wasn't complete without the riding crop he snagged from the display. He checked himself in the mirror, bit his lip at the way his slick made his inner thighs shine. Fuck yeah, he was irresistable.
Tom made his way to the bedroom, pressed his ear to the door to listen to Colt's struggle, "Babe?"
"Almost done! Why is there so many fucking straps-"
He swallowed down a laugh, "Do you need help? There were some really complicated looking versions, I tried to find an easy one."
"No! No, I got it- I think. It looks like the picture. Oh, wait no, that's twisted, hold on-" The sound of shuffling echoed from the room, another string of curses becoming increasingly more vitriolic before they cut off abruptly, "Okay, I got it." The exertion from getting ready had him panting softly, and it only made his next words hotter, "Come on, baby, let me see you, I can smell your slick already."
Tom took a deep breath to steady himself and instantly regretted it, his nose flooded with the scent of highly aroused alpha. He wasn't going to let it effect him though, he needed to concentrate, establish the scene. They weren't new to roleplay, hard to escape it when you dated the biggest actor in Hollywood, but they usually discussed things a lot more than they were about to.
He pushed the door open, jaw dropping at the sight before him.
Colt looked better than he could have ever imagined. There was a black leather harness stretched across his chest, connected to a thick belt around his waist, further connected to two garters around his thighs. On his head, he's wearing something that resembles a bridle, but modified to fit the shape of a human head, complete with blinders and two tall, slender ears.
Tom can't resist running his fingers along the strips of leather, hooking them into the rings and tugging. He'd spent good money on the custom made pony gear and it damn well showed. It had him wet and aching and he wanted to just throw his alpha down and ride him, but he'd made a plan and he was going to stick with it, make his alpha feel so damn good.
"Sweetheart..." Colt growled through gritted teeth, eyes raking over the matching cowboy outfit his partner was wearing. He was trying so hard to hold back, not ruin his omega's surprise.
"Here's how this is going to work..." Tom started, gripping the harness at Colt's chest firmly, "I'm in charge, and I'm going to top."
Colt made a strangled noise, flushing all the way down to his collarbones.
"I'm a very talented horse trainer, the best in the industry actually, and I've just bought myself an unruly stallion that I'm going to mold into the perfect stud. If you respond well to training, you'll be rewarded, if you don't..." Tom ran the keeper of the crop up the back of Colt's thigh, pausing briefly when he reached the crease where cheek met leg, then raised the crop and gave him a harsh swat to the ass.
Colt's legs buckled, but he caught himself quickly.
"We'll use the stoplight system, as always, and you can safeword any time if needed. Other than that, you will be keeping your mouth shut, horses don't talk, after all." Tom finished up, "What's your colour?"
"I'm so fucking green, Tom, I- shit. You really planned all this because I wouldn't stop staring at that crop?"
The extra babbling could be forgiven, as the scene hadn't technically started yet, "Knew you wanted it but you weren't gonna say anything, I had to take matters into my own hands." He cleared his throat, stepped back, "So what do you say, stallion? Ready to be trained? If you pass, I may just find you a nice mare to breed."
"I love you." Colt said in a rush, breathless, and then nodded quickly, "Yes sir, I'm ready."
Okay. Operation; Blow Colt's Fucking Mind was a go.
"The most important thing for you to learn is obedience. A stallion that can't do as he's told makes a lovely gelding." The cowboy stated, a slight Southern twang to his words, not too strong. He tapped the tip of the crop to the stallion's heavy nutsack, tucked it under and lifted to feel the crop strain against the heft. He'll make a damn fine breeder once the trainer's through with him.
The stallion didn't appear to heed the warning, snorting and pawing at the ground, staring defiantly down at the trainer.
Just fine by him, he'd do his best, but he couldn't change a truly stubborn horse's mind, "Do you know what that means?" He asked, circling the stallion to further examine his tack. The stablehand had done a good job of dressing and grooming the stallion, his tail hanging long and silky smooth, he'd have to thank him later. "It means you'll lose these." He reached around, gave the stallion's balls a firm tug, "You don't want that to happen, do you? Become just another bitch? You wanna make those mares scream for you."
Another head toss.
The trainer tutted, "Unruly thing. Let's see if I can get you to do something simple." He made his way over to the spot he'd hidden his supplies, pulled out a lead rope. Two swats from the crop to his thigh was all the stallion needed to stand still and let the trainer attach it to his bridle. "Follow me. I think you can manage that." He gathered up the length of the rope in his left hand and held onto the other end just under the stallion's chin, the crop tucked safely into the waistband of his chaps. "Walk on." He said with a click of his tongue and a gentle tug on the rope.
The stallion planted his feet and snorted.
The trainer reached for the crop in warning, but the stallion simply stared him down.
"Colour?" Tom asked.
"Green." Colt responded quickly, expression softening for just a moment before it returned to that challenging glare.
The trainer moved quick, dropped the hand at the stallion's chin to grab the crop, slip it from his chaps and whack the horse's ass before he could even react.
The sudden sting made the stallion jump and step forward, something like a bitten off moan escaping him.
"Walk on." The trainer ordered again, with another click and swat to his ass.
That time, the stallion listened, taking a step, and then another, until he was obediantly following the trainer around the room.
"Look at you! Good boy! So handsome when you listen." The trainer cooed, accent dropping for just a moment as Tom's excitement slipped through. It wasn't often that he got to be the boss, and it was less often that he managed to stick to his role before his need to be railed by his alpha won out and he gave up control again. He was determined to see it through this time, and then, no matter how bad Colt behaved, he was going to get his ultimate reward; stuffing Tom until he burst. Now though, he'd earned a small reward. "There we go, that's enough, good boy." He said, bringing the stallion to a stop, "Do you know what good, well mannered stallions get?" He answered for the horse, wrapping his hands around that thickening cock bobbing between his legs, "They get a taste of what it's like to fuck."
The stallion gasped, bucked his hips.
The trainer immediately let him go and and gave him a sharp whap with the crop, "No." He said firmly, "You do not help yourself to pleasure. You need to learn to be content with exactly what you're given and no more."
At the pensive expression, he reached out to stroke his thumb over Colt's cheek, "Alright, babe? Colour?"
"Green." Colt murmured, leaning his face into the touch, "You're killing me but in a good way. It's... exciting. I like this, I'm having fun. Can I have my reward, cowboy?"
"Stand still." The trainer said, "I don't want to see a single twitch. I'm going to stroke you a couple times and then we're moving on."
The stallion took a heavy breath, shifted his feet, and then stood tall and straight, hands tucked behind his back, giving the trainer space to work.
He reached out towards that cock again, so hot and hard and wet at the tip. Tom bit his lips, resisted the urge to sink to his knees and take it in his mouth. He could. He could take the whole thing, he was so good at that, Colt loved stretching his throat wide, making him gag on it until he had tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking his beard. Colt would have to make do with his hand, for now. He tightened his grip, ignored the slick running down his own thighs, and stroked from root to tip, swiped his thumb over the head, and then back down to the base, where he squeezed the thickness of his knot, not yet swollen to its full size.
Muscles tensed, and a foot pawed at the ground, but his hips remained still, as if paralyzed.
The trainer rewarded the stallion with another stroke, and another, because he just couldn't resist, both of them growing wetter with each passing moment. Ah, but he couldn't spoil the beast now, could he? They were still training, he'd barely done anything worthwhile.
"Well, now we know your ears are working and you can follow simple instructions, let's try something else." The trainer hummed, turning and backing up until he met the bed. It was high and he had to jump a little to sit on the edge of it. He soaked through the first blanket he'd laid out immediately. "Come here. Kneel."
Colt dropped to his knees, shuffled over and placed his hands on Tom's thighs, forgetting his role in his eagerness.
Tom made a noise somewhere between a moan and a laugh. His little omega cock was hard and twitching in his lap, desperate for attention and he struggled to remain in character. Colt's hungry gaze not helping in the slightest.
"In order to be a good stallion stud, you need to know how to please a mare. I don't have the right parts, but the principle is the same, act like a gentleman and treat her right before you take care of yourself." The trainer explained, and readied the crop to deliver some encouragement, but Colt had never needed much convincing to suck his cock, and the stallion apparently felt the same.
His cock was swallowed down easily, with enough room for the stallion to poke his tongue out and lick over his balls. Then he looked up at his trainer with wide, blue eyes, awaited his next order.
"You've got five minutes to make me cum." The trainer explained, voice strained. It was more than enough time, he didn't think he'd last thirty seconds, "If you succeed, I'll let you fuck my hand but you won't get to cum, not yet. If you fail, you'll receive ten strikes with the crop. Do you understand?"
A nod, that wicked tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock with each movement.
The trainer tangled his fingers in the stallion's blonde mane, held on tightly, his right hand remained on the crop, "Get on with it then."
The stallion pulled back, and didn't have to go far, suckled at the tip before beginning to bob his head, shallow movements on the scant few inches. Sometimes he forgot and pulled back too far, his trainer's cock falling from his mouth and Tom shivered as the cool air met it.
Omegas were never very large, they weren't meant to be doing the fucking, they were meant to lie there and take it, and Tom couldn't wait to defy that unspoken rule. He looked over his alpha's body, the tightly corded muscles of his back, criss crossed by the harness and leather straps of the pony gear, down to his ass where the tail swayed with his movements. He was going to get to hold that tail, yank Colt back against each tiny, sloppy thrust that Tom had to offer.
A rush of slick escaped him and Colt moaned, pressed in close, inhaled deeply against the dark hair at the base of Tom's cock.
Tom gasped, almost dropping the crop as he rushed to grab Colt's hair with both hands, "Alpha!"
His cry was met with a deep, rumbling growl and Colt grabbed at Tom's thighs, dragged him closer so his ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. He let Tom's cock fall from his lips and then dove forward to what he really wanted, tongue lathing over Tom's soaked hole.
"Colt! H-hey! Bad stallion! That's not- n-not, oh God-!" Tom's brain stuttered to a halt, not allowing him to voice any more complaints. It was pure Heaven, having Colt's mouth on his ass, always was, he drank down Tom's slick like a man dying in the desert. He scrambled for something better to hold on to, hands flailing against the bedding, Colt's hair, the crop getting lost in the struggle. He was held up solely by his alpha's strength, keeping his ass pressed to his face, eating him like a starved dog.
He didn't last long, and Colt recognized the signs without him having to say anything, moving to swallow down Tom's cock once more and guzzle each weak spurt of watery cum. Once he was done, Colt helped Tom settle on the bed again, rested his cheek against his thigh.
The trainer was not happy, though his glare lost its bite as his chest heaved, "That is not what I asked of you."
He was met with a confused look, "...You said I had five minutes to make you cum, you didn't specify that I could only suck your cock."
"I-" Tom paused, thought back, muttered a curse, "I guess I did."
Colt grinned up at him, stroked soothingly over his thighs, "You can still punish me, I think I distracted you a little too much."
Tom pouted, "You did. Colour?"
"Green, baby. You?"
"What?"
"What's your colour?"
Tom looked down at his alpha, fuzzy and warm, coudn't resist ducking down to kiss him, "Green. I love you too, by the way, I didn't say it before we started."
"You didn't have to." Colt hummed, giving his thighs a brief squeeze, "Are you still planning to fuck me? Because I've been looking forward to that the most, so fucking hard thinking about it, wish I could get wet like you. You gonna use your own slick?"
"Yeah." Tom nodded, "Gonna fuck you open on my fingers first, nice and slow, get you ready, even if you don't need it."
Colt groaned, hips thrusting into nothing, his cock drooling a puddle onto the floor, "Want it, baby, don't care if I don't need it. Get me ready for your pathetic, little dick."
Tom tightened his grip on Colt's hair, pulled his head back and nipped at his vulnerable throat, "Find my crop so I can deliver your punishment."
The stallion scrambled for the item, presented it to the trainer with both hands like he was offering him a sword.
The trainer pretended to inspect it, just to make the stallion wait, "Put your hands on the bed and bend over. I'm going to give you ten strikes over your ass and the backs of your thighs, you don't have to count them, I will, you just have to feel it. Alright?"
The stallion nodded, getting into position.
There were already a number of purpling brusies dotted around his tanned flesh from the earlier hits, and the trainer couldn't resist running the keeper over them, feather light. The first hit landed right over one, and the stallion cried out, collapsed to his elbows, head dropping between his shoulders. He considered checking in, but then he watched the way the stallion adjusted, parting his feet and arching his back to present his ass better.
The trainer grinned, ran his bare hand over the horse's back, patted his ass with the gentlest tap, "That's a good boy, taking your punishment well. Just nine more to go, this won't take too long."
Hits two and three landed in new places over his right and left cheek, so the trainer could watch them slowly redden. He delighted in running the keeper over a certain spot, just to raise it and hit somewhere completely different, keeping the stallion on his toes. Hits four, five and six went that way.
Every strike was taken so well, the stallion never trying to get away, graciously accepting every one with a gentle whinny.
Seven, eight and nine came hard and fast, the loud crack of leather meeting skin deafening. Tom was hard again, thighs tacky with old, drying slick, and wet with fresh waves, Colt's cock hadn't stopped drooling precum and he was almsot as wet as Tom.
For the last strike, the trainer wanted to do something different. He adjusted the way he was standing and the crop in his hand, then gently parted the stallion's abused cheeks to reveal his fluttering hole, thumb so close to that inviting heat.
"Tom, what-"
"One more. Brace yourself."
Colt let out an honest to God whine realizing what was about to happen. He buried his face in the blanket, right in the wet patch Tom had left behind.
Tom had to look away for a moment and take a few steadying breaths, then he turned back, ready to end this and move on to the most anticipated event of the evening. He dragged the leather tip of the crop over Colt's hole, applied pressure, not enough to penetrate but enough that Colt let out a ragged groan and pushed back into it. So greedy, he wanted to be pounded so bad and Tom was ready for it. He raised the crop, brought it down and slapped it over Colt's hole with deadly precision.
"FUCK!" Colt cried, whole body tensing at the intense pain that rippled through him.
Tom gave him a moment to work through it, watched the expression on his alpha's face rapidly shift as he processed the feeling.
"Can I lie down?" Colt asked, sounding desperate.
"Of course, whatever you need."
Colt hauled himself onto the bed, almost collapsed onto his front, but thought better of it last minute and rolled onto his back. He hissed, hips rolling into nothing, squeezing his thighs and rubbing them together.
Tom climbed onto the bed to sit beside Colt, looked down at him with concern he couldn't hide if he tried, his sent soured with anxiety, "Are you alright?"
Colt nodded, eyes flickering open briefly before he clenched them shut again, "I'm okay, 'mega, stop that." He slurred, reaching up to grab at Tom's scruff, "Hurt so fucking good, I almost came. But I-I don't wanna do that before you get to be inside me, fuck, Tommy, I can't wait."
"Colour?"
"Yellow. I'm good, I just need a minute."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmhm, come here, just let me kiss you." Colt hummed, squeezed at Tom's scruff as he pulled him down, connected their lips.
His beard was still wet with Tom's slick, the scent of him strong and thick, and Tom moaned into the kiss, "Love it when you're covered in me like this."
"Me too. If I didn't have a beard I'd just soak a rag and shove it up my nose, I swear."
Tom snorted at the image, "Yeah? You'd walk around on set like that?"
"Alphas have done weirder shit to carry their omega's scent with them." Colt said, "Speaking of, come here. Not enough of me on you, too much other people actually, you were gone all day."
"Sorry I don't have the easy job, it doesn't end when the filming's wrapped."
"Fuck you." Colt growled, but there was no bite to it, not when he was roughly rubbing his cheek against every part of Tom he could reach, paying special attention to his scent glands, pausing only briefly to bite and lick at the one on his neck where he buried his teeth so many years ago. "Love you, Tommy, you've been a real good omega to me."
Tom ducked his head, hiding his face in the crook of Colt's neck and shoulder, whispered softly, "Love you too, but don't make me cry when I've got my ass out in chaps."
"Can't have that." Colt said with a fond roll of his eyes, "You used to be a real asshole, I'm glad getting dicked down on the regular mellowed you out."
Tom gave his abs a light swat with the crop.
Colt gave him one last squeeze and a peck to his forehead, then sat up, "Alright, cowboy, I'm feeling green again. How do you want me?"
Tom cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to get back into the right headspace. The anxiety was quickly being swept away now he was drowning in Colt's scent, sandalwood and lemon thick in his nose, and underneath it the heavy spice of an alpha ready to breed.
"Stay on the bed. Hands and knees." The trainer breathed, "Get that ass real high for me, let me see what I'm working with."
The stallion did as he was told and the trainer marvelled at all the bruises littering his skin, splotchy red and purple he'd be feeling for days. Tom had the supplies to take care of him when they were done, a vast array of ointments and creams and disinfectants and he'd make damn sure that Colt felt as loved and as cherished as he was. Now it was time for the grand finale and he positioned himself behind his alpha, his stallion, and reached between his legs to gather his slick. He was grateful for the fact that the natural lube didn't need warming, not that he'd have waited if he was using the synthetic kind.
"Now, we've trained you to follow orders and we've trained you to please a mare, but before we let you breed, you should know what it's like to be on the receiving end." The trainer said slowly, carefully, as he pressed a single wet finger to the stallion's winking hole, "A good breeding stallion knows how it feels to be bred." Then it sank inside, all the way to the knuckle. He felt the walls clench and unclench around him, scorching hot and almost unbearably tight. "Good boy." He soothed, free hand stroking over the stallion's back, "Easy, you can take it."
They hadn't done anything like this before, Colt had always been protective of his ass, all alphas were, it was too vulnerable for them. Alphas were supposed to be the protectors, not bending over and exposing themselves to any threat that may happen to pass by. Colt had only confessed his desire to be topped, and by an omega no less, during the early days of shooting for the most recent movie. It had been dark, and he hadn't met Tom's eyes when he admitted it, barely above a whisper. Had immediately followed it up with self deprecation about being a terrible alpha and understanding if Tom no longer wanted anything to do with him, and then he'd caught the scent of Tom's slick.
It was the hottest thing he'd ever heard and he only loved Colt more, for trusting him with the information and for trusting him enough to actually do it. The discussion about it had been nothing more than a few words here and there, both of them agreeing that they could wait until they had more time to get into all of the details, but then Colt had kept staring at the crop, kept calling him cowboy, and the idea had come together so seemlessly he just had to act on it. Now here they were.
Tom pulled his finger out, circled Colt's hole, watched it shine with his slick, "It's not too late to call this off, Colt. I know we didn't-... you know, I kinda sprang this on you. I won't be mad."
"Don't you dare, Thomas Jacob Ryder." Colt hissed, shoving back into his touch, "Is my ass not good enough for you after all this?"
"Don't say that-"
"Then fuck me, 'mega."
Well. Didn't have to tell him twice. He gathered up more of his slick, returned to Colt's ass, pressed that same finger back inside. He thrust it gently, felt around for that spot he knew was there, and figured out when he'd found it by the curse that Colt let out. Target locked. He ignored everything else and focused on the one spot, rubbing over it.
Colt jerked under him, trembled all over, "Shit, Tommy, that's- oh my God."
"Colour?"
"Green. Stop trying to make me think, I'm good, gonna be better when you just get on with it-"
Tom dug his finger cruelly into his prostate, just to hear him keen, "I'm taking care of you, alpha. Have some patience." The roleplay was out of the window, but that was fine, it had lasted a lot longer than any time previous, he didn't want to think of Colt as some random stallion, he wanted his alpha. His perfect, gorgeous, talented, sometimes immensely frustrating alpha. He gathered more slick, circled two fingers around Colt's rim, "Ready for a second?"
"Yeah, give it to me." Colt hummed, willing himself to relax, "Is this how you feel all the time?"
"Mm, maybe, what's it like?"
"Like... good. Full."
Tom raised an eyebrow, but Colt couldn't see with his face hidden in his arms, "That's all you got?"
"Got my omega playing with my ass, if you want intelligence, you're shit out of luck."
Tom pushed his two fingers in and searched for that spot, wanted to see just how dumb he could make Colt. A cock drunk little whore, the same thing he did to Tom whenever he got his cock in him. His wrist was beginning to hurt, unused to the motion, and he wondered how the Hell Colt had fingered him for hours that one time.
Colt didn't notice his growing fatigue, too busy drooling proper into the blanket, letting out soft moans and broken little sobs.
Tom was tempted to forego the third finger, but a tinge of shame stoked the fire of his arousal when he thought about how Colt would be so disappointed that his tiny cock didn't compare. He slicked the third finger up and pushed it inside, let Colt adjust, "Still good?"
"Fucking fantastic." Colt purred, "Hold still, I want to try something."
Tom stopped moving, held his hand in place and oh, that was Colt pulling himself off of his fingers just to throw his ass back.
"Oh, now I get why you do that." Colt gasped, doing it again, "Fuck, I feel like a f-fucking whore. Ah- ah! Tommy! Tommy, fuck, you fill me up so good." He panted, rocking steadily against the intrusion, slick running down from his hole to his balls, "Gonna give me your cock? Your useless- aah! Useless little omega dick? See if you fuck as good as an alpha? C'mon, ready for it."
"I'm gonna, alpha." Tom all but whined, "I'm gonna." And I'm not gonna cum as soon as I get inside, he added mentally, getting into position. He wasn't going to disappoint his mate, he was going to make this the best experience ever so he got to do it again, and again, and again. Got to experiment with their toys, the knotting dildos Colt used on him when he was worn out during Tom's heats, oh God, Tom wanted to knot him. He'd done some research, in the dead of night, while Colt was sleeping cuddled up against his back, his phone's brightness turned all the way down and at one point, thrown off the bed when Colt shifted behind him and Tom thought he was waking up. There was so much available to an omega that wanted to fuck an alpha, and he wanted to try everything.
He was producing more than enough slick to coat his cock, not that he needed all that much. He clamped his hand down around himself, so close to cumming.
"Colour?"
"Do you want me to start listing pantone shades? Rain Forest, Chive, Acid Lime, Meadow Mist, fucking Green!" Colt snapped, pressing his chest into the bed and presenting the way Tom always did, "Hold me down, make me take it." The way Colt always did to him.
"You can safeword anytime, okay?" Tom reassured in a wheeze, tilting his hips forward to finally, finally touch his wet and aching cock to his alpha's waiting hole. It was too slippery to enter without assistance, and maybe that was for the best because wow, the tight heat of Colt's ass felt like it was going to melt his poor dick, right after it made him cum harder than his first time receiving Colt's knot.
Colt was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, expression pinched.
Tom leaned over him, sniffing for any sign of distress, "H-hurts?" He sounded wrecked already, like he'd just gone ten rounds with a rutting Colt.
Colt shook his head, "No, i-it's fine, more than fine, I think I'm gonna cum fast, baby."
That was good to hear, "That makes two of us."
"D-doesn't mmm-matter." Colt assured, "Always next time, we gotta build up a tolerance."
"Oh God, don't fucking talk- I can't-" Tom bucked his hips, the only thing stopping him from finishing was his hand still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
So Colt didn't, he simply pushed back, hissing as his tender bruises rubbed at Tom's heated flesh.
It was going to be a thirty second fuck, but it would be the best damn thirty seconds either of them experienced.
Carefully, slowly, Tom removed his hand, braced both of them on Colt's shoulders and leaned his weight onto them. He was strong for an omega, but nothing compared to an alpha's natural strength, if Colt wanted to, he could throw Tom off with ease, but he wanted to be held down, wanted Tom to force his back into a steep arch, so he stayed right where he was and screamed.
"That's it, baby! Such a good 'mega, so good, Tommy!"
"A-alpha!" Tom whined, rocking his hips in short thrusts, more so just grinding as he tried not to slip out. It was incredible, better than Colt's fist, better than all the toys he used, and come to think of it, Colt had always had a fascination with watching Tom fuck his tiny cock into things. Huh. He was quickly distracted from the realization as Colt reached back, dug fingers harshly into Tom's ass to keep him in place, grinding back against him. "Colt! I'm not gonna- ah! Please, I can't-!"
"S'okay, Tommy, I'm close too, I wanna feel it. Please. Wanna feel you cum in me, trying to breed your alpha."
"Not yet-"
Colt lifted up, effortless, as if Tom weren't even touching him. Then he flipped over, pounced.
Tom was on his back before he could even process what was happening and then Colt was straddling him and- oh. Jesus fuck. That was Colt holding Tom's dick still so he could sink down on it, that was Colt's tongue sticking out from between his teeth as the rest of his face screwed up in concentration, that was Colt rocking his hips in tight circles, switching up the angle every now and then to try and hit his prostate. Found it with a curse and an arch of his back, thighs clamping against Tom's sides.
He looked ethereal, covered in sweat and slick, his hair a mess, all that shiny black leather intercepting planes of tan skin, the purpling bruises that Tom didn't hesitate to sink his fingers into, whining long and loud in answer to Colt's ragged moan. His thick cock bobbed with each tiny movement, huge and heavy, the knot beginning to swell at the base, something about this angle made it seem so much bigger than it ever had before. Precum dribbled down the shaft, over his balls nestled in Tom's pubes, and everything was so hot and wet and Tom was so utterly wrecked.
"Gonna cum, alpha." He warned.
"Do it, Tommy, do it, I'm- fucking- shit!" Colt howled loud enough to wake up the entire state of California when Tom came inside, reaching out to squeeze his knot at the same time. He fucked himself through his orgasm, grinding down hard into Tom's hips, and then forward into his hand, watching streaks of white cover his torso, reaching far enough to catch his chin, sticking in his beard.
Tom pushed himself up, wrapped his arms securely around Colt's waist and buried his face in his chest, whimpering and panting, "Did I do good?"
"So good, best fucking 'mega a guy could ask for, holy shit, Tommy." Colt responded, a breathless laugh escaping him. He draped his arms over Tom's shoulders, nuzzled into his hair, "Fuck, I'm gona be feeling you for days, almost mad I don't have anywhere to be. Next movie you should fuck me before we go on set, pack that crop too and ride me hard." Another weak spurt of cum escaped his cock where it was trapped firmly between their stomachs and his hips twitched, chasing the sensation.
Tom held him tighter, fighting down the oversensitivity, "Next time you gotta dom, gotta use me. Just hold me down and ride me until I cum over and over. Gotta-... mm, nevermind."
Colt, never one to just leave things be, tilted his head back, kissed the corner of his mouth, "What?"
"Wanna..." Tom swallowed thickly, "Wanna get a cast of your cock, make a replica so I can fuck you with it and you can experience exactly what I feel, know why I'm so desperate for it all the time."
"Fuck, cowboy, yeah. We'll do that." Colt agreed, "You want it now?"
Tom nodded, sitting in a damn pool of slick, "I did promise my stallion would get to breed a mare if he was good, and, well, I don't have a mare, but I've never minded testing out my horse's myself."
Colt ducked down to nip at his neck, tongue at his scent gland, "I got you, baby, give my knot a chance to deflate and then I'll make sure everyone knows you took it when you go to that photoshoot tomorrow. Have you needing crutches." He pulled off Tom's cock, pushed him to lay down and helped him settle against the oversized pillows, "Let me take care of you now, baby. You did so good for me, such an attentive dom, my perfect omega."
"You're a good sub, mostly, a little naughty- ah! That's not fair!" Tom gasped and then huffed as Colt licked the cum from his cock.
Colt only grinned around him, thoroughly cleaning him up before moving up, licking his own release from Tom's trembling stomach, up to his chest, then lathing his tongue over his chin, and finally connecting their lips, letting Tom taste the heady combination of them both, "Do you have your phone nearby?"
The question caught Tom off guard and he frowned, "Why?"
"Want you to take a picture of this." Colt hummed, sitting back to expose himself, one hand cupping his balls to give his mate a better view of his sloppy hole, shiny with Tom's cum and Tom's slick.
He let out a pathetic whimper and dove from the bed. He was pretty sure he left his phone somewhere in the living room, and his heart pounded in his chest as he searched, as if it were a life or death situation. It felt like one, he would die if he didn't immortalize the image of Colt's wrecked hole, carried it with him wherever he went to look back on, jerk off to during those long nights on the road when he was away from Colt. That would all change soon, hopefully, he wanted Colt with him, always. Tom found his phone just in time to hear a muffled moan come from the bedroom and he raced back.
Was greeted by the sight of Colt with two fingers shoved inside of himself. "Took too long."
Tom fumbled to pull up the camera app and hit record, "I'm here now." He reassured, jumping on the bed, "Let me see, alpha, let me- fuck." He tried to hold his phone steady in his right hand while his left grabbed Colt's leg behind his knee, pushed it up, "That's it, keep fucking yourself."
Colt was still hard but his knot had gone down. It was ready to pop again any moment though, and Tom would make sure it was deep inside him at that point. His fingers were thick, thicker than Tom's, and the stretch must be equal to three of Tom's fingers.
"Who did this to you? Say it." Tom licked his lips, Colt's arousal thick in his nose and as he watched him, switching between looking at his phone's screen and at the real thing.
Colt squirmed, bit his lip, "You did, Tommy." He whimpered, pushing his fingers as deep as they could get.
"And who am I?"
"My 'mega, my mate. Took that useless little cock and proved everyone wrong, showed omegas can fuck. Made me your bitch- shit! Tommy, let me fuck you now, please, please-"
"Please." Tom echoed, hitting stop and throwing his phone aside.
"How'd you want it, cowboy?" Colt asked, surging up to push Tom down and crawl over him.
"Hold me down, make me scream."
Colt let out a long breath, "Can do." He manhandled Tom into position, shoving his chest into the bed and lifting his hips. His long cock settled between slick cheeks, gathering the wetness there.
Tom pushed back against it, impatient, hungry. When Colt moved his hand from between his shoulder blades to the scruff his neck, tips of his fingers pressing into the scent gland at either side of his neck with ease, Tom whined. He loved his short experience with topping, he really did, but this is where he belonged, underneath Colt, presenting so prettily, so ready and willing to receive his knot.
Colt was a tease, letting the head of his cock slide over Tom's hole again and again, the tip breaching briefly before he pushed at a bad angle and it popped out again.
All Tom could do was take it. He didn't want to do anything else. In the end, his alpha would take care of him, so perfect, couldn't believe he'd rejected him for so long, treated him like just another knothead. Being who he was and what he was, it was understandable he tried to keep alphas at arms length, but it was hard to find a stuntman that wasn't one, and even harder to find one that wasn't an alpha and also looked like Tom enough to be his double. Colt was perfect in every way, he'd done his job better than anyone else and he didn't let Tom's asshole attitude push him away, meeting the omega with a sickly sweetness. Tom had fallen fast, admittedly, but he was stubborn about it. Until he wasn't. Going from at each other's throats to mated in just a few short months.
Everyone on set knew, it was kind of hard to keep it a secret when they constantly smelled of each other, the way Tom's scent would sour after a particularly rough stunt, until Colt was giving the thumbs up. The way they were joined at the hip when neither was needed on set. The general public only had a sneaking suspicion, some vague theories, Tom's secondary sex wasn't the secret, but the way he'd always beat around the bush about finding an alpha, having a family, there were questions.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Colt's unforgiving length finally bullied it's way inside, no prep, but it wasn't need, his hole accepting the intrusion because it was what he was made for.
Colt let out a grunt above him when he bottomed out, "Fuck Tommy, never gonna get tired of your ass." He didn't waste time, setting a punishing pace immediately, filling the room with a deafening wet squelching. "Good boy, that's it. All this talk about turning me into a good breeder, that's what you want, 'mega? Want this big strong, alpha to- hah, fuck knock you up?" Colt draped himself over Tom's back, his free hand moving to press at Tom's stomach, feel his cock fucking into him, "Yeah, ah! F-fucking knew it, that clench tells me everything. Good boy, let me make you a daddy."
Tom came with a cry, adding more mess to the bedding they were just going to have to throw away, "Yes, alpha, want it! Want it, please cum, ah-ah! Please fill me." He could feel Colt's knot catching on his rim with each thrust, stretching him even further.
Colt moved his hand from Tom's scruff, replaced it with his teeth, clamping down on his mating bite, his growl vibrating through him as his knot swelled too big to pull out.
"Colt! Colt, please, please, ah- do it!"
Hands held his hips tight enough to bruise as Colt came, flooding his insides and keeping it all safely locked inside with his knot. A strong chest heaved against his back, the harsh bite turned to kitten licks and soft brushes of lips. Colt gathered him up and tipped them to lay on their sides, pressed his whole body against him despite the heat and sweat, leather of his gear sticking to them both. Every touch was feather light, as if one more rough touch would have Tom crumbling apart, brushing fingertips over thighs and trembling abs, kissing hair and skin and the fresh bite mark.
Tom shivered under the attention, "Want it, alpha, want you to- want you to breed me for real. Like, actually." He said in a rush, putting it out there before he could second guess, "I want to take a couple years off from filming, doing all the big projects, just to stick to ads and shit and I... I just want more time with you and I want more with you, in general."
Colt fell still and silent for a long, terrifying moment and Tom knew he'd ruined everything, should have just kept his mouth shut-
"Are you still on birth control?" Colt asked then, sitting up so he could get a better look and Tom couldn't hide like he so desperately wanted.
He nodded yes, frantic, "Yeah! I wouldn't- I'm not trying to babytrap you, Colt-"
"Wasn't asking that." Colt smiled, and oh, he looked so soft all of a sudden, so dopey. "You really want to be a daddy?"
"Colt-"
"Answer me, Tommy."
"Yeah, I want that." Tom confirmed, feeling tears well in his eyes, "Want people to start asking questions, speculating why I'm not posting ab pics anymore, want people guessing who knocked me up. Want to show the world that I got this gorgeous, talented, amazing alpha and I want to show them this beautiful thing he helped me create and I-" He choked on a sob.
Colt smothered it with a kiss, "Get Alma to rearrange your schedule, we'll talk about this more tomorrow. And I want it to. For the record. Couldn't imagine a better omega to carry my baby."
Tom did just that, turned his phone off to ignore the flood of questions, found Colt's and turned that off too when it started blowing up, "I gotta take care of you." He spoke up eventually, half asleep in Colt's arms.
"You already did, baby."
"No." He reached behind them, found a bruise on Colt's ass and pressed, "Meant this."
Colt groaned, "Forgot about those."
"Clearly I didn't hit you hard enough if that's the case."
"Another day, cowboy." Colt growled playfully, swatting Tom's ass as he left to gather his supplies.
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Later, curled up in a stripped bed, Tom's head resting on Colt's now bare chest, he murmured, "Did you know a male baby horse is called a colt?"
Colt let out a small huff of amusement, "I didn't know that."
Tom nodded, and it was more just an excuse to rub his cheek against Colt, spreading his scent, "Mmhm, and a female is a called a filly."
"Yeah? And what do you want, baby? Colt or filly?"
"I wouldn't mind another Colt in my life."
"Mm, we'll see." Colt hummed, gathering Tom up until he was laying mostly on top of him, "Go to sleep."
"Love you, Colt, so much."
"Love you too, Tommy."
"...Did you know horses can be prescribed beer to help them sweat? And some people will give their horses regular candy as treats, like skittles? Some horses really like sour things, I think Ryland would find that amusing-"
"Go to sleep, Tommy." Colt sighed, pressing Tom's face into his neck to silence him, "You can tell me more facts in the morning."