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They’d met a year ago. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just a chance meeting in a supermarket. Nigel had been looking through the magazine section, hoping to find something with a pretty lady on the cover, when a man more stunning than anything a playboy had to offer walked over to look at the selection as well.
The man who smelled like fresh linen and a clear lake had almost immediately taken ahold of a publish, one that proudly displayed an image of the planet Mars. He must have caught Nigel looking, for he then spoke, “NASA’s Curiosity rover recently completed its original mission in determining that Mars can support microbial life. Instead of retiring Curiosity, NASA is now going to use it to study the surface of Mars itself.”
Every other word the man said went right over Nigel’s head. However, that unabashed, fascinated voice he spoke with caught his attention.
“Why buy the fucking magazine if you already know so much?” Nigel asked, eyes now set squarely on the other man.
The stranger gave a small pause, gaze still on the magazine in his hands. He then said, “I wasn’t planning on buying it. I only wanted a closer look at the picture of Mars on the cover.” At that moment, he turned to look at Nigel, their worlds meeting in the briefest glance of eye contact. The man who would later introduce himself as Adam smiled. Even if a bit incredulous, Nigel smiled back.
A discussion about Mars in the middle of the magazine aisle led to an exchange of numbers, which then became texting, then to park dates and a kiss that took their breaths away and created a new obsession for them both.
Adam told Nigel that, until now, he had never been in a relationship with an omega. His last and only romantic prospect was Beth, a beta, all the way back in New York. Adam never harbored any complaints against her secondary gender and how it paired with his own alphan designation. For all Nigel knew, their relationship had been satisfactory while it lasted.
That hardly mattered, though.
The knowledge that was important to Nigel, however, was the way Adam’s eyes lit up whenever anything space related was brought into conversation. It mattered to him to know the way Adam’s smile felt on his lips, and just how to hold Adam to help calm him down whenever he would start to feel overwhelmed. And it was ingrained in his mind how his scent of tobacco, sweet liqueur, and heady musk starkly contrasted Adam’s own of everything clean and refreshing.
Nigel would catch Adam on occasion, eyes closed and nose buried in the blankets and sheets after a night of delight, scenting their combined pheromones. He’d take Adam’s face into his hands and pull him up for a kiss until the feeling of cotton gave way to that of warmed flesh.
What they had together quickly became more than all Adam had ever once shared with Beth, Nigel could tell. And with a year together, and five for Adam being in California as a whole, Beth’s name was something they both started to forget. It was a figment of the past no longer relevant in Adam’s life.
The only thing he had left of her was her book.
“Even out in the day, gorgeous, I am stargazing.” Nigel says, his voice sultry and sweet, his lips parted in an enigmatic smile. He can feel the way the sun catches his skin, warming it pleasantly just like the grass beneath his fingertips.
Adam, though, is too focused on packing up their picnic to give much notice to anything more than the words Nigel had spoken. Nigel stares at him, enamored, regardless. “While the sun is a star, looking up at it will hurt your eyes. Please don’t sungaze, I don’t want you to damage your vision.” Adam replies, monotone.
Standing up from his seat in the grass, Nigel huffs out a humored breath. “I was talking about you, my darling. You are as beautiful as the stars you like to watch at night.” He takes the tote bag carrying their lunch boxes and picnic blanket once Adam has finished packing it.
”Oh.” A meek smile finds Adam’s face. Nigel knows that Adam views his ways of complimenting him as strange on occasion, but even though he might not understand Nigel’s sayings every time, his reaction to the adoration conveyed through the words is always more than enough for them both.
Adam needn’t say anything more than that one syllable for Nigel to know his intentions were felt.
Nigel takes Adam’s hand into his own just in time for Adam to ask, “Can we go to the library now?”
”Of course. Lead the way, gorgeous.” Nigel says, his pleased expression yet to falter. How could it, when the day is bright and his lover is by his side?
The walk from the park to the library isn’t a long one, only a few blocks away. Nigel is pleasantly surprised when Adam takes his free hand into his own once they begin to make their way from the short grass and onto concrete. The alpha’s thumb traces small circles on the back of Nigel’s hand, over and over, and Nigel soon loses count of how many Adam has drawn.
“Since you seemed interested in what I had to say about star clusters on the walk to the park, I think you should find a book at the library where you can learn more about them.” Adam chimes in, eyes ahead of himself.
Nigel turns his head to face Adam briefly, a mild humor narrowing his eyes. “I’d like it better if you got a book yourself and read it to me. Give me a little bedtime story.”
With a blink, Adam’s gaze finds Nigel. The omega spots the recognition in his lover’s eyes. “You’re joking with me.” Adam says as something like a smile begins to lift his expression.
”Only a little bit.” Nigel answers. “Anytime you want to read me one of your space books, I will listen. I wasn’t joking about that part.”
“Even if I choose a book with more than two hundred pages?”
Nigel chuckles then. “You can pick the fucking Bible to read to me, and I’ll pay attention to every god damn word.”
Adam laughs, most likely at the absurdity of such a suggestion. “I don’t think that’s a text I’ll ever read in its entirety. And it’s not a nonfiction book on space, so why would you want me to read it to you?”
In response, Nigel gives an affectionate squeeze to Adam’s hand along with another low rumble of amused laughter. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that, darling.” Whatever Adam might have said next is cut short by Nigel leaning in and nudging Adam’s neck with his nose, right over the scent glands.
With an inhale, Nigel is refreshed and revitalized by the alpha’s scent. Under his nose, he can feel the way Adam’s skin warms ever so slightly, that scent of comfort spiking for only a breath.
Not a second longer, and the omega pulls away, a self-satisfied smirk lifting the edges of his lips. “What books would you recommend if I wanted to learn more about star clusters?”
Nigel watches fondly as Adam’s mind struggles to come back to reality and catch up with what he said, but once his blush has cooled down, and his eyes have focused on what is in front of him once again, Adam begins to answer in earnest.
Adam’s internalized encyclopedia of endless topics never fails to amaze Nigel. The alpha is nothing less than brilliant, and with an ass of an angel and a knot that makes him see stars completely different from those that Adam studies, there was nothing more that Nigel could ask for.
And so, just as he has before, he listens to Adam list off book titles, papers, authors, and awards all the way to the library, the fresh air bringing a new spring to his step that his old corner of Romania never seemed to give him.
“…But it’s also important to learn the fundamentals of astronomy itself before looking into research for specific niches of astronomy, especially if it’s a niche within a niche like the study of certain star clusters is.” Adam’s free hand, not holding Nigel's, taps lightly at his thigh. The steady rhythm of it is one that Nigel is greatly familiar with. He can follow its beat in his head without even needing to glance at the measured fidgeting.
As they near the library, Nigel can see individuals as well as grouped families steadily filtering in and out of the building. The volume of people is no surprise given that it’s the weekend, but Nigel supposes there should be no issue of Adam getting overwhelmed if they can find a book relatively quickly.
The automatic library doors open for them when they approach. The cool air from inside hits Nigel immediately like a nice gust of wind. “So you’re saying that you want to read a book on the basics to me first? I think we’re past that, gorgeous.” Nigel says, voice just a little louder than a whisper, though still carrying a flirtatious edge.
A small child runs past them, and Nigel barely avoids bumping into them. He feels the way Adam slightly tenses at it. When the alpha doesn’t answer him, Nigel continues, “Or are you just throwing it out there that I still don’t know shit about space?”
It’s then that Nigel realizes that not only has Adam stopped talking, but he’s also stopped them in their tracks in the middle of the walkway. “Adam?” Nigel looks at his lover, brows beginning to furrow. When he once again doesn’t get an answering response, he follows Adam’s gaze, which seems to be the direction that the running child had gone.
In the children’s library section, a large open space is filled. Many elementary-aged children, most next to their parents, sit in a half circle around a pale, brown-haired woman in the center. She holds open a book, reading aloud its words that Nigel can’t quite pick up from where he is. It’s an unremarkable sight, but something about it seems to have disturbed Adam.
The hand that holds Nigel’s begins to squeeze.
Without a word, Adam turns right around and briskly walks away from the scene and out of the library, dragging Nigel along with him.
”Adam?” Nigel asks again once they have returned outside.
Adam slips his hand out of Nigel’s to join his other in rubbing up his chest to his shoulders in repeated, stressed motions. Outside of the library, he seems more willing to answer Nigel now. “Beth. It was Beth. I don’t know why she is here but she is. I don’t want to see her.” His voice is light, some of his words hitched. His eyes refuse to look anywhere but down.
Nigel, placing a guiding hand on one of Adam’s shoulders, leads them away from the entrance of the library and towards the side of the building where they aren’t blocking the doors and are less likely to be disturbed. A sharp breath leaves Adam once they’re sequestered away, hidden from peeping, undeserving eyes.
Nigel sets their tote bag down and rests gentle hands on Adam’s waist, maintaining their proximity while also allowing Adam the freedom to stim.
”Adam, darling,” Nigel’s voice is hushed, softer than it had been in the library. His whispers are a breeze to Adam’s increasingly erratic breaths. “We’ll leave. We’ll get far away from this shithole. But I need you to get your breathing back to normal before we can do that.”
The alpha nods unevenly, almost getting lost in the motion until Nigel sets his right hand on his chest. “Let me feel you breathe.” The omega whispers, almost dream-like in his tone. With their next breath, the sting of saccharine alcohol slips down their throats, freshly cut tobacco engulfing them.
Almost immediately, Nigel can feel the rise and fall of Adam’s chest become more controlled despite the panic sewn into the alpha’s lungs. His breaths are the changing of tides - up and down, tumultuous and raging. Nigel’s attempt at gentling is imperfect and unmastered, but as the quiver of Adam’s breathing begins to quiet, he knows it’s enough.
With small hitches, the storm slowly comes to settle, the tides smoothing out. The silence between them calms like a moonless night.
Alpha and omega alike breathe as one, hearts relaxing. Nigel allows for his scent to cool off, the gentling pheromones dissipating in the small space he and Adam share. His hand on Adam’s chest slides up to cup his cheek, and Nigel greets his lover with a delicate kiss to the corner of his lips. A light sigh frees the furrow from his brow.
”Are you alright now?” Nigel asks, pulling away from Adam, hands back to his sides.
It’s Adam’s turn to sigh, and he does so with a nod. His fingers tap lightly at his thigh. Then, “You gentled me.”
The feeling of a smile beginning to tug at his lips brings Nigel a fresh wave of relief. “I did.”
”You’ve never gentled me before. Why now?” Adam asks. Looking at him, Nigel can spot how Adam’s pupils are a little blown, a dusting of blush still present on his cheeks despite all the panic having washed away. Nigel had not expected his gentling to have such an effect on Adam, however subtle it may be. He almost wants to purr in the satisfaction of it.
”No one would fucking come close to us if they caught my scent like that. I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us and come yelling about bullshit while I was with you.“ Nigel says, his smile spread a little further.
Adam nods again. “I haven’t been gentled by an omega since I was a child, from my mother, but this-“
”Adam?”
Both heads turn at the intruding, feminine voice. Nigel recognizes the woman who has interrupted them as the same one who had been reading a book to the group of children in the library. This must be Beth, then.
Nigel knows very little about Beth. He knows that she is a beta and that she and Adam used to date when he lived in New York City. He knows their relationship only lasted a little over a month, and why it ended. He knows she wrote a children’s book about Adam being a talking raccoon. And he knows that she’s an uptight little bitch.
Behind him, Adam voices, “Beth?”
Beth’s hand not clutching a messenger bag does a small wave to Adam. “Adam, I thought it was you I heard! I knew that by stopping here for my book tour, there was a chance I’d bump into you, but-…” Her eyes flick to Nigel. The smile on her face wanes a little. “Um, how have you been doing? Who’s your friend?”
Adam inhales to respond, but Nigel gets his words out first. “I’m Nigel. Who the fuck are you?”
Beth’s mouth falls open at his words. Her expression reminds Nigel of a certain fish-lipped man he’d once thought a gunshot to the head would help him forget. “I’m Beth. Adam’s friend.” The friendliness she had approached with struggles to keep itself standing, falling behind when she speaks.
Still, Adam responds, “Beth, this is Nigel. He’s my boyfriend.” The tapping against his thigh picks up a new, hurried rhythm. His eyes once again cast themselves down to the ground. It’s criminal, Nigel believes, to have the gem-like beauty of Adam’s eyes be hidden only for the dirt to witness, particularly because of Beth.
Beth’s gaze catches the quiet timpany of Adam’s fidgeting, and a light furrow brings her brows closer together. “Is he making you uncomfortable, Adam?” Beth asks, her voice picking up a different quality, one that Nigel has only heard parents use for their indecisive children.
Adam shakes his head, his eyes flickering up to Beth for but a moment. “No. Why would he be?”
Nigel does Beth a favor and answers for her, ”She thinks I’m an asshole.” He knows that the little miss beta isn’t only judging him for his crass language, but also for his rugged appearance and the suggestive tattoo on his neck that he’s caught her eyeing since she first took his presence in.
“Excuse me?” Beth retorts, almost disbelieving. Both of her hands now clutch her bag. She looks back to Adam. “Who is this guy?”
Nigel doesn’t give Adam the chance to respond. He’s had enough of Beth and her tone that already borders on chastising, and he would rather leave than merely roll his eyes at it. He’d rather kill her, but that wasn’t exactly in the cards next to a public library. “Let’s go, gorgeous. I don’t want to hear another word from miss fucking Becky.”
Just as Nigel picks up their abandoned tote bag off the ground in preparation to leave, the bitch speaks up, holding a hand out. “Adam, wait.”
While everyone else moves in one way or another, Adam seems to be frozen in place. “I don’t-… I don’t understand.”
”Your ex doesn’t fucking like me. I’m not wasting any more of my time here.” Nigel says with a tempered snarl sent Beth’s way, which she meets with narrowed eyes.
”If you act like this in public, I worry about how you treat Adam in private.” She exasperates.
Nigel huffs. “Are you always this bitchy? When was our private life any of your fucking business?”
“It is when you immediately get so defensive like that! When you cuss me out in front of a person I care about, one who I know doesn’t tolerate anything like that and yet doesn’t speak up because he’s scared of what you’ll do!”
”You think you know so fucking much? Little fucking smartass who only knows how to talk back and accuse me of what? Abuse? You don’t fucking know Adam.” Nigel takes a step forward, almost as if in challenge. Beth only grips her bag tighter.
”I do know him! But even if I didn’t, just looking at him now tells me he’s scared!”
“Beth, stop!” The raising of Adam’s voice silences both Nigel and Beth like the snap of a finger. Never in their year together has Nigel heard Adam yell like that. With the look of surprise Beth that shares with him, he can gather that this is new to her, too.
Nigel feels no horror at this new development, though. Unlike Beth.
Adam’s confidence in his gaze strengthens along with the boldness of his word, his eyes ripping themselves from the ground and fixing on Beth. ”You don’t know what I feel! You can’t! And you don’t know Nigel. He doesn’t scare me - he accepts me. He tells me every day that he loves me, and I know that I love him as well!”
Blind of Nigel, Beth takes a half step closer, but it does nothing to bridge the mile that stands between her and Adam. “Adam, what-“
”And he doesn’t leave me just because I don’t say it out loud!” His words slap Beth across the face, and she flinches as if it had actually happened, too. A fluster starts to develop on his face, his breaths coming out more labored similarly.
Nevertheless, Adam continues, “You can’t say things you don’t know are true. I never-… I never told you any of that.” One of Adam’s hands comes up to rub at his face, his brows furrowed and temple sweaty. His scent comes off of him in wafts, and Nigel blinks at the new, spicy quality it carries. “I never… you can’t… hhah.”
Nigel is quick to steady Adam with a hand on one of his shoulders when the alpha himself stumbles on his feet. Beth only watches, bewildered.
“I’m… I-…” Adam gasps, but no more words come out. Nigel drops their bag again to better stabilize Adam’s shaking form. The heaviness of the alpha’s scent coats his tongue and his lungs, and something deep within him churns like the air of a well-warmed sauna.
The omega wipes the perspiration off of his lover’s temple. Even Adam’s sweat carries a certain headiness to it. “Gorgeous, I think you’re going into rut.”
Adam shakes his head, and only with a great inhale of air is he able to speak, “I- I can’t be. I’m on rut suppressants.“
”I know, darling. But they fucking failed. I smell the rut on you, gorgeous. We have to go.”
A slow blink betrays Adam’s lightheadedness, and, god, the arousal starts to seep through his pheromones, slipping into Nigel’s gut and making a home there.
The alpha blinks again and finally nods, one of his hands coming to grasp weakly at Nigel’s bare forearm. Nigel pulls Adam closer in turn.
A glance at Beth reveals that she’s taken more than a few steps back. A pale hand perches just underneath her scrunched nose, while the other maintains a strong hold on her messenger bag. Nigel narrows his eyes at her. “Fuck off, Betsy. Don’t try to fucking approach my fucking alpha again.”
“Nigel…” Adam whines, and Nigel’s snarl returns for Beth’s detriment. The sun captures his teeth and shines off the snaggle of his canine. It’s the last thing Beth sees of him before he whisks Adam away, their bag miraculously taken along with them, too.
She’s left alone outside of the library, back in a place where the memory of her can ease itself next to one of an ugly man with blood matted in his hair, one who also once claimed to know someone they did not. It is a place best left spit upon and forgotten.
“Nigel, Nigel…” In the safety of their home, Adam’s hesitations are swept away by the insurgence of his rut. There is nothing left in him that can deny the trembling heat pulsing down his spine or the ache that creates a stirring turmoil just below his navel. Nigel revels in it, the acceptance from the alpha, as the man himself paws at Nigel with no goal but need.
This isn’t the first time Nigel has found himself in the willing clutches of a rutting alpha. He knows both the pleasure and the tender soreness such interactions bring each party. He knows what awaits them both. Or rather, he would. This, however, is Adam.
Any stray fucks with alphas in the past are but a miles distant mist to the crashing waves of Adam and his all encompassing heatedness, his spiced scent. What used to be a kicking in the rain now feels like drowning - the last breath in of warm water.
Only what is most sublime fills his lungs, such an unfamiliar sensation of bliss.
Nigel wants to take. And take.
“Gorgeous.” The omega sighs, taking both of Adam’s searching hands into his own. Small steps lead them from the front door and their picnic bag to their shared bedroom where old scents and all their familiar things will welcome them. Only under a cloud of haze could such short journeys take an eternity.
Nigel’s lips find Adam’s neck just as the door finally clicks shut, but neither of them hear it over the sound of Adam’s gasp.
”Tell me when the last time you went through a rut was.” Nigel asks against the scent glands that feed his urgent intoxication. He leads Adam’s hands to his waist, and, with something to hold, Adam grasps, his fingers tightening over the thin cloth that acts as their only barrier.
Adam exhales something heady, and his hold on Nigel brings them cascading to the bed until his back lay flush against the sheets, his knees hanging off the edge, Nigel a leaning figure before him. Nigel is patient with him, and he soon gets an answer, breathy as it is.
”December of 2009.” Five years ago, then. A soft sound falls from Adam’s lips as his hands guide themselves up and under Nigel’s shirt. It doesn’t take much traversing for fingertips to skim across old scars. “I couldn’t get my prescription moved here in time.” Then, shakily, “I think… I think you gentling me and the fight with Beth triggered my rut.”
“I think so, too, darling.” Nigel hums, taking a small moment to appreciate the hooded look of Adam’s eyes. “And you’ve never spent your rut with anyone before?” He licks up the column of the alpha’s throat, swallowing the shiver that it coaxes forth.
“N-no.” Adam shakes his head, mussing his hair against the sheets.
Nigel, conversely, nods. He nips at a corner of Adam’s clean shaven jaw, a small distraction from the feeling of slick wetness gathering in his boxers. He doesn’t want to give way to anything that might expose the sheer immensity of his desire, not until he hears what he needs to know most from Adam.
Taking a breath, Nigel finally asks, “And do you want to spend your rut with me now, gorgeous?”
If Adam’s hands, impatient as they are - skirting across planes of skin and cloth to reach the buttons of Nigel’s light blue dress shirt with wiener dogs on it - aren’t indicative enough, Adam opens his mouth, and utters, “Yes. I need you.”
There’s a moment of peace, then. A brief thing where all Nigel sees are Adam’s lips, looking like they are desperate to be kiss-bitten. Where all he hears is the sound of Adam’s agreement and the resplendent quiver of it. Where all he feels is the give of his shirt buttons falling undone.
“Nigel,-“ Adam’s plea is cut short by Nigel pulling him up the rest of the way onto the bed, crawling atop him with a hand planted firmly on his broad, sweater-clad chest. Nigel knows dominance, but he knows that Adam needs it more at this moment.
Primed tobacco entwines with a dusting of fumy cinnamon upon freshly washed and folded cotton. Both pairs of pupils are blown wide. “I want you to give me everything you can,” Nigel’s hand clenches over Adam’s chest, tugging on the soft material of his sweater. “And you’ll have everything of mine.”
The part of Adam’s lips and the pulse of his scent exposes his surprise. Nigel huffs, a smile full of teeth following along with it. “I’ve never had this before.” Adam whispers.
”I know.” Nigel responds, lowering his voice to match Adam’s. “Neither have I. Not like this.”
”I want it.”
The grip on Adam’s sweater loosens. ”I know.”
Adam swallows, and Nigel revels.
A motion so singular and deft flips them, leaving Adam to land atop of Nigel. This seems to be the cue the alpha was waiting for; Adam rids Nigel of his shirt, crashing their mouths together in a thunderclap of both relief and want.
Nigel immediately buries a hand in Adam’s hair. Other than his blue eyes and sweet face, those soft curls are one of Nigel’s favorite features of the alpha. They are so wonderfully tuggable when they fuck, and Adam always makes the most precious noises when Nigel uses his grip on them to pull his head one way or another.
Adam gasps into Nigel’s mouth, and the omega takes the opportunity of parting to divest Adam of his sweater. Now that both are bare from the waist up, the clothing left on their legs feels infinitely more present and restricting.
”C’mon,” Nigel breathes against Adam’s lips. “Can’t you smell how wet I am for you?”
His words prompt a slow inhale from Adam. A moment, and the alpha nods with a warm, wavering exhale. Already, he’s working on Nigel’s belt, needing no further provocation. These are motions he is as familiar with as any other routine.
The leather belt slips away with a hiss, and falls from Adam’s hands to the floor. The alpha’s own belt soon joins it, giving a last death cry of metal clanking onto hardwood. Their mess of clothes is one they both easily forget when each added item to the ground equates to more newly exposed skin.
Nigel is the first to be completely disrobed, done so under the gentle yet determined attention of Adam’s hands. He exposes the long lines of his unbitten neck, hoping to entice Adam. He wants so desperately for his lover to take. To him, there is no difference between Adam’s consumption and his own.
Adam does not often express his love with words, but Nigel knows that there is no need. The love is in the way Adam is quick to kiss him before fumbling with his own jeans in a promise for what is to come.
When Adam has freed himself of his clothes, a fresh wave of slick gushes from Nigel. He refuses to abide by his instinct to clench his thighs together at the sensation. The sight of Adam’s flushed cock is one that Nigel believes deserves everything he has to offer.
Nigel feels a blush begin to heat his cheeks. “Fuck, darling. If you aren’t careful, you’ll send me into fucking heat.”
Adam gives a few strokes to his cock, and Nigel watches a bead of precome well up at the head and drip onto the sheets. “But all I have done is kiss you and take our clothes off.”
The omega thinks that it’s unfair that Adam can sound so innocent while he’s thumbing the wet head of his cock.
”Exactly.” He huffs, humored.
”Oh.” Adam hums. It is completely unfair.
Both of Nigel’s thighs are taken into alphan hands, and he goes lax to let Adam spread them apart and hold them up. He smiles, though he knows Adam is not watching his face to see it, not when his opening is exposed to the air, dripping with slick. “Like what you see?”
This time, all Adam can seem to give is a nod, but his silence does not equal inaction.
A sudden jolt runs through Nigel when a finger runs down the length of his cock all the way down his balls, perineum, and to his entrance. Adam’s finger circles the ring of muscle, his touch made smooth effortless by slick.
Nigel sighs a breath, and says, “I don’t think we’ll need lube.” The thought excites him to no end. Even when he is aroused, sometimes the slick he produces isn’t enough, especially at his age. Adam’s rut pheromones must be getting to him, then. And by god, he’ll let them.
Adam’s finger runs circles over the sensitive ring of muscle, round and round until Nigel’s head is spinning, too. “Are you sure?” The alpha asks.
While Nigel appreciates the consideration of the question, some small part of him wants to push his patience aside and growl at Adam that there is nothing he is more sure about and to get on with it. Instead, he takes a steady breath and nods. “Yes. You’ve made a mess of me, darling.”
Eyes still on the prize, Adam hums in acknowledgement and sinks his index finger into Nigel, stealing the omega’s breath with it. He is quick to relax into the feeling of it, and a second soon comes to join it, thrusting in and out and making scissoring motions to stretch.
Usually, Nigel enjoys Adam as a gentle lover. Delicate touches and soft nips reign throughout their intimacy. Although sometimes, Nigel allows himself to get a little rough - Adam always seems to take an especially unique pleasure on those nights, but it is not fit for every occasion.
Nigel had tried to switch things up every so often at the beginning of their relationship, but Adam appeared content with what he was familiar with.
This, though, is different.
Adam’s fingers are insistent and unabated, working with the goal of preparation rather than for satisfaction in and of itself - not that Nigel feels nothing at all. He’d take anything from Adam for the sole reason that the alpha was willing to give it. And now, he arches his back to take Adam’s fingers in deeper as a third one slips in.
Every brush against that little bundle of nerves inside of him makes him feel like his whole body is lighting up. He’d once given Adam exasperated words for studying male anatomy in relation to pleasure during sex, but now all he can give him are gasps of delight.
He’ll let Adam prepare him. He’ll take whatever Adam wants to give him, and then he’ll take some more.
Nigel knows what it’s like to be in heat, those days of endless need that can only be satiated by being filled. Ruts are the same, only with a need to fuck instead. And it’s exactly what he gets with Adam’s rut.
Not a moment went by where Nigel wasn’t warm, be it upon his skin or inside of it.
If he’d still thought it possible, he’d worry about accidentally conceiving.
Regardless, as with all great moments of intensity, an end had come. On the morning of the fourth day after Adam’s rut started, Nigel wakes to his alpha sleeping soundly beside him, his scent calm and clean once more.
Nigel, lying on his back, doesn’t even want to think about moving. He smells the way his own skin reeks of dry sweat and come, of which his body uncomfortably soaks in. And with a touch of fingertips to the right side of his neck, he remembers the blood that stains his skin, too.
Sometime during the last few days, lost deep in each other, Nigel remembers Adam begging to bite him. Nigel had gratefully offered his neck, and, looking at his alpha sleeping next to him, a red wound sitting by his throat, he remembers how Adam had bared his neck to him in return.
The sun is beginning to peek through the gap in their curtains. Nigel knows that Adam will wake soon, mind free of rut, and immediately want to shower. He’ll wake to a different world - Nigel is aware he himself already has.
And so, the omega watches Adam’s sleeping form, always so peaceful in its rest, chest rising and falling in even, unbothered breaths. Truly like an angel, Nigel believes. So sweet, so strong, so very much his.
A gust of wind wisps by the window. Adam stirs, nuzzling into their wrinkled and unmade sheets. Nigel smiles.
Little wasted on desire
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