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Everything is calculated, every move is as intended. The Alpha kisses him until he’s breathless, tugging off Charles’ clothes and his own until they’re both stripped bare, on the bed together with their bodies never leaving one another. Two Alphas are uncommon, some might even say taboo but that’s a concept only Charles has, Max has long forsaken any savior and he’d sin a million times if he means he could have the Omega in his rightful arms.
Little gasps of breath, whimpers and moans as Charles’ back arch up, needing Max’s touch, yearning for him to do more even if everything logically is wrong. The goal is to overstimulate the Omega’s senses, so the brunette is surrounded by Alpha’s pre-rut hormones and just by biology, it will tip off the usual balance. Years of Ferrari’s hard work slowly coming undone. It’s the pills, drugs and Max’s own calling of his mate that makes it all work together.
His own restraint is tearing at the seams, he wants so much to lay a bite but there’s too many unknown variables, he cannot risk it just yet. Max purposefully cradles’ the back of Charles’ head, tangling his fingers with his brown curly locks, gripping harder before he guides him to the crook of his neck, right by his scent gland and his beloved Omega nuzzles into it, rubbing his cheek against it and getting drunk off it.
There you go, Omega. This is right. This is what you want. You want your Alpha, you want your mate. It’s me, Charles. Give in to me, obey me, love me, want me.
The words intoxicate his head as he repeats it like a mantra, hands touching every inch of the Monegasque's skin; his chest, his waist, his hips, his thighs, Max wants to memorize every inch of him and he does with his tongue; laying slobbering kisses and messy bites to remind his boy that he belongs to him, that he need not anything else but him.
Whatever doubt that clouds Charles’ head goes beyond him; his body just reacts, it just wants and though this is all new to him, it must feel good with the way he’s calling out ‘Franz’ again and again.
Pride swells in his chest when Max pulls away and Charles’ first reaction is a whine out from his soft lips.
Still, it doesn’t stop the Alpha from putting some distance between them, admiring the handiwork and also to really see Charles’ body up close. Of course, his Omega is absolutely perfect, from the tip of his hair to the end of his toes; everything.
The Dutchman grunts to himself, hand moving to grasp his own thick and leaking length. He’s in a self-induced pre-rut state so he’s acting like he’s losing control but really he just wants to bait his Omega. A few slow strokes, he’s dripping pre-cum on Charles’ body and the other doesn’t mind it at all, his green eyes wide and staring at Max’s every movement. To make it more apparent he inches closer, nudging his cock against Charles’ just so he can see the difference.
Omega males are not small or anything but they certainly are not larger than Alpha males; Charles wouldn’t know because he hasn’t seen another Alpha’s cock until today and Max understands it clicks when he sees the lump in his throat bob up and down.
“Charles…” He moans while he strokes faster, acting rather weak and in need of some assistance.
It must be torturing to watch but not touch.
“...I can help….” He finally offers, speaking but eyes not even darting up to Max’s for a second; as if he’s hypnotized.
“Are you sure…?” Max wants to play nice, he wants to be innocent, the one Charles would never suspect could do anything wrong, he still wants his favor. The Monegasque nods once and Max doesn’t even want to convince him otherwise.
“I want to… in your mouth.” He puts his obvious display of want into words and Charles’ eyes go wide again, he’s thinking, he doesn’t know if he wants another Alpha’s cock in his mouth, what that will do to him and his mental state. “I want you to suck me off… Can you do that, Charles? For me, baby…? Hmm?”
“...I-I don’t know how.”
Of course.
“...Then how about you just have your mouth open and I’ll do the work… How about that? Do you want me to lay on the bed and you on top or do you want to do it on your knees and I’ll stand?”
Charles licks his lips, likely subconsciously while contemplating two choices he doesn't seem very fond of making.
“W…what do you want?”
What a good boy.
Max moves off the bed, standing straight, hand still on his cock and Charles gets it immediately, slowly moving off the bed and settling himself on his knees, looking up, looking puzzled but to Max he looks dropdead gorgeous.
His free hand on the back of Charles’ head again, soothingly patting his hair until Charles opens his mouth wide; waiting, expectant and maybe nervous for his first time. He isn’t in the right mind, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing; obediently having his mouth wide in front of another Alpha's cock.
The Dutchman tightens his grip on Charles’ hair, slowly he guides his cock to rest heavy on his wet tongue.
“That’s good, Charles. Just keep your mouth open…” Slowly he moves forward and Charles takes more and more of him.
“Mggh–!” His eyebrows scrunch together, his body jerks when his mouth is full and he’s not even halfway done but Max will give him credit for doing his best.
“God, your mouth feels so good, Charles. Fuck. You are so pretty for me.” Max praises openly, moving his hips back and forth and with each push forward, he forces Charles to take him deeper than before.
The Monegasque chokes a bit, this is his first time afterall and there’s a lot of drool on the corner of his mouth but he still obediently sits there and let Max fuck his mouth. Each gurgling, cut off noise sounds more obscene than the last. Max tests the limits again and again, every time Charles looks like he can handle it, he gives him more until a loud whimper is muzzled down in his throat and his eyes look like they’re stinging.
Max could cum by the sight of Charles’ lips around his cock, cheeks flushed and eyes red and strained. He can’t help himself, he thrusts hard this time “Ngh-!” He's caught off guard but he takes it anyway, letting the other yank his head back and forth, sometimes just still in one spot so his hips move instead.
“Touch yourself.” Max commands and Charles is so high on drugs and Alpha cock that he just does as he’s told. Pupils blown wide, he touches his twitching cock and strokes it while Max fucks his mouth roughly.
He gets used to it, he relaxes, he eases into it and with his own self-pleasure, Max knows his Omega is starting to enjoy it. It feels nice to have Max above him, it feels nice to have an Alpha cock stuffed in his mouth.
“Charles.” Max huffs out shaky breath, pulling himself together while Charles’ own hand moves faster around his cock, chasing his own orgasm.
Feeling that warm bubbling heat, Max yanks the brunette forward, forcing Charles to take him all in and the boy fucking panics. The sounds he makes, between whines and whimpers, tears just threatening to fall from his eyes but he’s so stubborn, so beautiful, so ready to do better. Max stills to enjoy the wet soft heat for a moment longer until he shifts back slowly, allowing the Monegasque the will to breathe again.
This time, Charles moves his tongue around the length, he slurps and sucks, hand squeezing his own cock to prolong some pleasure and Max smiles at him, “So good, Charles. You make me feel so good. I am so lucky. You are so good to me.”
Two large hands cup each side of Charles’ head, Max gently brushes his cheek with his thumb, savoring the moment. “It hurts so bad, Charles… you’ll help me, won’t you? Be a good boy… hm? For me.”
Charles nods, body reacting faster than the head.
Max thrusts all the way in again, slowly, letting his boy deep throat his entire length; hearing his wails and whines cut off to become just vibration of sounds. He pulls back slowly before setting a rhythm pace, Charles matches it with the hand of his cock. Both faster with each ticking second.
The Alpha groans, movements getting rough and harder; pistons his hips back and forth, making his Omega take it and Charles does with his mouth stretch wide, it probably hurts his jaw now. Max keeps going, he starts losing himself to it; the feeling, the sights, just Charles on his knees. The sounds get louder, at some point it seems like he was struggling but Max has his eyes closed, so lost in the feeling, he keeps going, faster, harder.
A strangled out sound sets it off; Charles orgasms in his own hand, thick ropes of cum spurting out in a mess. Max manages a call of his name even when he wants so much to call Charles his real secondary gender. He pulls out of those succulent lips just in time to cum all over his face.
It is a view of such a beautiful boy with Alpha’ cum dripping down his lips, over his cheeks, dripping down from his forehead. Tainted charming beauty.
Max breathes heavily, eyes half lidded, Charles is silent, coming down from pleasure and probably having some clarity after his head clears from orgasm.
“Sorry-” The Alpha says but he doesn’t mean it. He wanted to cum all over Charles’ face, he wanted the young man to feel what it’s like to be on his knees, sucking dick and getting cum all over. He wants him to taste it dripping down his lips, smell the thick scent of it, realizing what he has done.
“....N-o…it’s fine.” Charles croaks out and it surprises him how strained his throat is.
“I’ll go get a–”
“No. I’ll do it myself.” The Monegasque stands up abruptly, legs shaky he almost tumbles over but Max supports him before he falls. Charles doesn’t react to it, no other words because he darts straight to the bathroom and slam the door.
He’s processing it and it’s a lot to process so Max allows him that personal space.
-O-O-O-
Charles comes out warm and clean, in a bathrobe and he doesn’t meet the Alpha in the eyes which is rare for him. Max mutters that he’ll be right back before disappearing to the bathroom as well, he slowly bathes, reliving the scene of his Omega again and again before he comes out and finds Charles sitting by the edge of the bed, staring off into the distance.
“...Are you alright?”
It snaps him out of it, he nods once, looks away again.
“I… I’m sorry, Charles… if that was too much-”
“No! No… I mean… I wanted… I wanted… to…so, it’s okay….”
Max sighs loudly, “I’ll leave… and give you some space.” he offers sincerely but Charles immediately whips his head to look him in the eyes.
“No. Franz… Don’t go… my head is in a mess, please don’t leave me alone now.”
The Dutchman sits beside him, so close they’re dumping shoulders “Okay. I won’t go. I won’t leave you alone but can you tell me what’s bothering you? Because I… I don’t want you to regret it.”
Contemplating silence falls between them, Charles breathes out “...I don’t regret it. I won’t regret it… it felt… good but it doesn’t feel… right? Or maybe it doesn’t feel normal? My body feels weird… like I’ve never felt it before but just now… it’s like I couldn’t control myself.”
“Are you not like this during your ruts?”
“...My… ruts are very short… like a day or two at most… My doctor tells me it’s nothing to worry about…”
You’re not supposed to have ruts, Charles. You’re an Omega. You’re supposed to go into heat.
Max notes the information for the future, nodding along.
“I’m tired. Can we talk tomorrow…? I just… want to rest.” With that said, Max follows as per Charles’ wishes. He helps dry his hair and even pulls the covers up for the Monegasque to slide under the heavy comforter, Max joins right beside him and he’s very pleased when Charles doesn’t move away from his touch.
The brunette leans into his touch, letting strong arms hold his body close until his back is against Max’s chest.
Lights are out, only their steady breathing remains.
“Franz…”
“Yeah?”
“...I know I said it feels weird and wrong… but I want you to know that… It's all about me and not you.”
“Okay.”
“You…you feel right.” In the dark, his honesty bleeds out and Max, who is very happy to hear, moves to kiss his cheek gently “Thank you for telling me, Charlie. I promise… whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”
He means it, he really does.
While Charles falls into slumber, Max thinks of his next step. He’s satisfied from his orgasm, the pre-rut situation is detained for a while until his actual rut kicks in. He has to time it right, and get his plans into full speed. The idea is to force Charles’ heat to start, and then claim him with his knot. For that to work, Max needs to be in the peak of his rut cycle and Charles needs to be in his heat… and then there’s the situation of that spy who is now dead and by tomorrow or so, the crew might know someone is missing… and if that man is telling the truth about the code signal,, Ferrari will soon know that their Sun of Maranello is in deep deep waters.
They’ll come for him.
But if Max gets it right…
Charles will already be in the claws of The Dutch Lion.