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He’s only seventeen, Jayce told himself, over and over again.
The little mantra was the only thing that had kept Jayce going whenever Viktor acted out.
“You’re not my father,” Viktor had said, right before slamming the door. The kid hadn’t been wrong, but still, Jayce had damn well raised him.
The counsellors had told Jayce that before an alpha presents ‘their hormones are in absolute disarray’; crying might happen, temper tantrums were to be expected, and it would be normal for Viktor to want more space for himself. An alpha’s independence was paramount to establishing themselves as a strong mate. Jayce had struggled with distance the most. Sure, Viktor didn’t want to hold his hand anymore (hadn’t done so for years), but Viktor used to give Jayce a hug before and after school.
These days, Jayce sat in the kitchen with his fists clenched, watching Viktor leave. Holding himself back from reaching out for his adoptive son had been quite the challenge. He missed the familial scenting which kept his own alpha instincts in check. If Viktor smelt like Jayce then that meant he was here, at home, safe and protected. Unfortunately, Viktor’s scent had shifted into something wild and bitter, to Jayce, at least.
Jayce hated that.
But more than anything, he hated that he couldn’t help the quiet annoyance bubbling beneath his skin. His instincts detected that Viktor was going to present as an alpha and his body interpreted his darling boy as a threat, which was ridiculous, because there was nothing of himself that he would not give freely to Viktor. Jayce had no resources that needed to be guarded, or partners to be protected.
Jayce had been single for the last five years since his previous partner moved away. She had trouble dealing with Viktor, said something about his boy ‘being jealous’, and that there ‘wasn’t enough of Jayce to go around’. That was also ridiculous, because Viktor had been ill from birth and required more attention to meet his doctors appointments and treatment plans. The commitment that Jayce had made to adopt Viktor when he was eight wasn’t going to change just because of what his ex had wanted.
His family of two had been through hell and back. Jayce didn’t think there was anything that could tear them apart, and there was nothing that he would change about Viktor.
And yet, the closer Viktor got to his presentation, the more agitated they both were. Jayce’s hind brain screamed that this was entirely wrong.
Viktor was soft and sweet. He used to rescue skrunkly kittens, cried during horror movies and always attended dinner at the table because he wanted to hear about Jayce’s day. He wanted to know more about what Jayce was working on in the engineering department, all so he could study in the same field. It made Jayce endlessly proud that his boy wanted to be just like him, an equal, a partner.
He never did any of those things anymore. The hormones were turning Jayce’s sweetheart into a raging mess, hellbent on backtalk, sneaking out or locking himself in his room. The only time Viktor came out was to shower or swipe food, only to quickly return to his den.
And Jayce reminded himself that Viktor is only seventeen.
Because Jayce remembers his presentation, and it had been hellish. He’d been sent off to a boarding school and spent his first rut alone. He didn’t want the same for Viktor.
He was even trying to make things easier by doing some of his chores and washing Viktor’s clothes. Turns out even that was a mistake.
At the bottom of the washing basket, wrapped in an old t-shirt, was Viktor’s underwear, coated in dried cum. Messy underwear was a totally normal teenage habit, and Jayce had been successfully ignoring it. But this time it was different, because as Jayce brushed the flakes away, he could detect the faint notes of something softer, sweeter. It was the lingering smell of Viktor before his pre-presentation, buried beneath bitter alpha.
And Jayce knew, oh he knew that Viktor thought Jayce couldn’t smell the sweet undertones in his spend. Viktor was certain that he would be an alpha, and to even bring this up to his son would be entirely inappropriate. What kind of father would talk about how he missed his son's sweet scent? He certainly wasn’t about to explain how he could smell it.
He shouldn’t say anything. Actually, he should throw them in the wash and forget about it…
But that scent was like honey and he missed his darling boy.
Jayce shut the laundry door before he could think of how he was supposed to behave in this situation. His inner alpha rolled against his parietal lobe, obsessed with the smell of Viktor’s soiled fabric. Jayce shoved his nose into the cotton. He couldn’t get close enough to the scent hiding behind bitter pre-presented alpha.
Jayce backed himself up against a wall, tongue dragging over fabric. He just needed to uncover the scent he knew to be what Viktor really smelt like, and replace anything wrong.
Jayce pushed a hand down into his pants, gripping his slowly hardening erection. Just the smell of his son was enough to have him jerking off like a fucking teenager—desperate and needy. And it was so deliciously wrong. He should be scruffed by the neck and smacked upside the head, or thrown in a cell and never allowed to breathe near Viktor.
Decades ago, it wasn’t uncommon for omegas to leave their dripping panties where an alpha could find them. It was a show of their fertility before they were claimed. Jayce’s hind brain told him that the tiny, ruined underwear in his hand was the same thing, even though Viktor was going to be an alpha. Viktor must want to be claimed; it was the only reason that Jayce could think of for why Viktor was acting out so much.
Viktor was behaving like a brat because he also knew that this wasn’t right, he just didn’t know how to voice it.
Jayce needed to do what his boy wanted. He would do anything for him.
His alpha bristled, fangs sinking into cotton like a mating bite. Viktor wanted to be bitched.
Jayce stroked himself into those little briefs to the vision of bitching his boy. His own spend mixed beautifully with Viktor’s. Despite how potent his own cum was, Jayce could still smell that honeyed scent and he needed more of it. Needed it shot directly into his veins. He couldn’t wait for another chance encounter like this, taking scraps of Viktor’s scent in his dirty laundry. He would take matters into his own hands.
Bitching wasn’t unheard of these days, but doing so forcibly could get him in trouble. He’d have to be underhanded in his methods to mould his boy into what he really was supposed to be.
The thought of a forced change with Viktor being unaware made his cock twitch in interest, but it also made his gut churn. He couldn’t do anything that would hurt Viktor, or make him upset. Viktor was his sweet baby, untouched and innocent. Despite Viktor’s recent bratty behaviour, Jayce knew that his boy couldn’t help but act out. The behaviour was really just a cry for help, calling out for his alpha.
Maybe he’d start with Viktor’s food first, to test if Viktor’s body would have a negative reaction to Jayce’s cum. If Viktor ate the food and nothing bad happened, then it meant that his body wanted it, and that Viktor wanted to be bitched. This way, Jayce was doing nothing wrong.
Jayce jerked off over a cup the next morning, imagining his boy beneath him. Viktor’s little pink mouth was opened as wide as it could go, tongue lolled out to catch everything that Jayce was about to lovingly give him. Those sharp alpha fangs would never grow in Viktor’s jaws and ruin his precious smile. If Viktor were to bite down on Jayce’s fingers, they would draw no blood, they could only cause a deep, throbbing ache.
It was the thought of Viktor helplessly drooling over Jayce’s fingers that finally made him spill into the cup. It felt like a part of Jayce’s brain leaked out of his cock as he mindlessly stroked to get out every last drop. He needed to make sure it all went into Viktor’s milk for breakfast.
Viktor had a sweet tooth which worked quite well in Jayce’s favour. In the summer, Viktor ate sugary cereal to wake himself up, and Jayce let him keep this unhealthy habit.
Jayce had woken up an hour before Viktor would begin to stir and made sure to quietly tip it into the milk bottle before washing up the cup and returning back to his room.
He didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing Viktor eat his cum that morning. Viktor raced out the door early after eating, leaving Jayce feeling forlorn. No matter, he just needed to wait until the end of the day when Viktor would be back home, and he’d see the effects first hand.
When Viktor returned home that day, Jayce noticed nothing out of the ordinary. His heart rate was normal, and the twisted scent of alpha pre-presentation still lingered in Viktor’s wake which wrinkled Jayce’s nose.
“Do I smell?” Viktor asked, sweet teenage insecurity crossing his face.
Yes. But Jayce couldn’t just say that to his boy. He wasn’t about to neg his son. He’d worked very hard to increase Viktor’s confidence after a few bullies had tarnished it. Although, that may have been where Viktor got his attitude from.
“Maybe go take a shower. You had gym class, right?” Jayce leaned over the counter, all polite smiles and kind eyes. He was just an unsuspecting father, too old to understand what his teenage son was going through right now.
“No I…” Viktor looked down, fingering the hem of his shirt. Jayce did feel bad for doing this, but he would make it all better soon.
“What’s wrong?”
Tell Daddy what’s wrong.
“I did have gym,” Viktor said, louder this time. “I’ll go shower. Sorry.”
Viktor moved towards the hallway that led to his bathroom, but Jayce stepped out, blocking the doorway with his bulk. Since when did Viktor get so tiny?
“Hey, you know if something is wrong you can tell me, right?” Jayce said, using a soothing scent to placate Viktor’s clear uneasiness.
Viktor’s shoulders loosened slightly, his school bag drooping lower.
“They said today that I smelt weird.”
“Weird how?”
Viktor bristled, scent turning sour—embarrassed.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
That should be that, really. Jayce should step aside, let Viktor go to his room and shower. He should give Viktor space. Let Viktor come to him when he was ready. But Jayce had never been one to wait. Jayce had always been told his mouth moved faster than his mind, despite how often he rehearsed speeches in that same mind. Something always slipped out.
“When was the last time we scented? They might not be used to how you’re changing.”
“That’s not it. Just—”
“Was it that other kid again?” Jayce interrupted. “Is he giving you a hard time? You know I’ll talk to the school—”
“Just leave it!” Viktor looked red in the face. Whether it was from embarrassment at his father promising to march up to the school, or anger at being talked over, he looked thoroughly rumpled. Jayce wouldn’t mind seeing that same face in another setting—biting, clawing and crying. What was wrong with him? Too many things to count, probably. Making his son upset was high on the list, but definitely not his number one.
“Hey, hey now. I’m sorry.” Jayce placed a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. The shoulder was a safe spot for family members to touch. It was also deliciously close to those budding glands on Viktor’s neck. “No need to get worked up. How about we scent each other and then you can go,” Jayce said, like an offer, even though they both knew it wasn’t optional.
Viktor’s doe eyes darted between his father and the hallway. So close to escape. He huffed, but offered his wrist up anyway.
Jayce grasped the thin wrist, so small in his large hands. If he were to press down hard enough, he could snap it in two. Not that he would, but he knew that Viktor would not be strong enough to pull his arm back if Jayce chose to hold him there. His boy was never supposed to be an alpha.
The kind of pleasure that snaked through Jayce’s veins when their glands touched was nothing short of predatory. Years of masking his desires was the only thing that stopped him from smiling with his fangs dropped. Their mingled scent was glorious—Jayce’s cedarwood and lather bringing out the sweeter notes of Viktor’s vanilla beneath burnt coffee.
His boy smelt like home—soft and inviting. His nose was pressed to Viktor’s neck in an instant, chasing the welcoming scent and covering the bitter notes with his own. They were made for each other, their scents proved it. A low rumble escaped his chest, content with the omega in his arms.
A hand pressed against his face, pushing him back. Jayce almost snapped his teeth before he realised he had treated Viktor like a pup.
“Dad, stop. I get it, now let me go.” Viktor was quick to squirm free of Jayce’s grip. Not that Jayce was holding him tightly, no, his omega was allowed to roam freely in the house.
But only the house.
Jayce wasn’t sure what his inner alpha would do if Viktor stepped outside smelling how he did right now. His gums ached to pierce flesh, but he allowed Viktor to step around him. He tried not to imagine Viktor’s body wet and naked in the shower.
He failed miserably when he got back to his room, panting into his hand to release the knot growing in his trousers.
Jayce fell into an easy routine. Wake up early, make sure his boy had a fresh load of cum to swallow, watch his boy drink it down with a smile on his face, then try not to palm himself through his boxers. That last step was uncouth, if he had followed through with it. So instead, he pressed his cock against the island bench for sweet friction and waved his son off with a smile.
It only took three weeks before Viktor started to show signs of changing. After unknowingly drinking his Daddy’s cum, his eyes took on a glazed over look for a few minutes. It seemed to increase Viktor’s irritability once the haze cleared, his budding alpha clearly rejecting Jayce’s cum.
The door slamming got louder. Viktor didn’t wash his dishes either, just left them piled up in the sink. Viktor still snuck out during the night, though it became less frequent. Scenting him was a challenge as Viktor would squirm and complain that he didn’t want to smell like his Father anymore. He was supposed to be his own alpha soon, apparently.
All of this, Jayce could forgive, but yet here they were, on the razor’s edge of another blow up.
“I’m not having trouble with school. They are just too stupid to understand what I am telling them.”
“You can’t just tell your classmates that you know more because of the tutoring you had from me and then insult them.”
“It was not an insult, and I didn’t say it like that,” Viktor sniffed. “I explained the assignment. They only got offended because they didn’t think.”
Jayce pinched his nose. How was he supposed to get his point across when Viktor always thought he was right? Did he really raise his boy to be this way?
“Well, look. The teachers and the students thought you were rude. So why do they think that? I want to be in your corner, kid.”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” Viktor snapped, arms crossed. Jayce was pushing Viktor again, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop this time.
“Like what? A brat?”
“Like you’re trying to be cool, or like—” Viktor hesitated, then stepped closer, a finger pointing towards Jayce’s chest. “Like you’re my fucking Dad.”
“Hey, that hurts. You know it does. That’s not fair,” Jayce said, because it did hurt, and they both knew it. Jayce was just trying to help him. He just wanted to understand why Viktor was acting out at school. He needed to know if Viktor’s body was receptive.
Viktor was so close to him now, his scent wild and acidic, keyed up on confidence only an overstepping pup could contain.
“Why should it be fair? It’s not like I had a choice in who raised me.”
Normally, Jayce could handle this kind of talk. Viktor had thrown around the parental insults a few times so they didn’t sting so badly anymore, but this one made a growl rise in his throat. Jayce did choose him. Jayce loved him since he picked up his scrawny pup and had chosen him over and over again. He’d ruined relationships for Viktor. Had stayed in this town for Viktor because he loved the school here. He’d passed up numerous job opportunities to be on the board for Viktor. Why couldn’t his boy see how much he loved him? How much Jayce was willing to sacrifice for the both of them? The lengths that he would go to for them both?
Jayce stepped forward, closing the distance between them, a clear warning. Enough.
Viktor’s mouth twisted, but his eyes glimmered. “You have nothing to say?”
Jayce wasted no time in scruffing his unruly pup, his hand bunching up the skin on Viktor’s neck. Viktor whimpered, body going limp in Jayce’s hold. His cane clattered to the ground, as well as the bratty attitude. Jayce’s son was a kitten in his arms now.
“Enough,” Jayce said, firmly. He’d expected Viktor to get ahold of his instincts and lash out, rejecting Jayce’s display of dominance over him. Except…
Viktor let out a low whine, his body pleading for submission. An embarrassed flush crawled up his cheeks, thighs pressing together, and that’s when Jayce smelled it—arousal and something acidic.
Jayce scented the air again, Jacobson's Organ filling with the primal scent of a baser bodily function.
Oh.
Viktor had wet himself.
It was only a small patch. Just a tiny splotch of dark wetness on the front of those scrappy jeans, but it told Jayce everything that he needed to know. The pliant boy in his hands was ready and willing to submit to him.
“Fuck, did you just?”
Viktor didn’t look up at him, his eyes firmly planted on the floor. Jayce should let go now. He should hang his head in shame and let his boy go clean up. They would have a few awkward dinners and bury the sopping memory beneath their shared avoidance. Instead, Jayce flexed his grip, experimentally tightening his hold. It only caused another whine to fall from Viktor’s lips. Another spike of arousal tinged the air.
“D-daddy,” Viktor begged, so sweetly. Jayce’s cock twitched.
It was enough to snap Jayce out of the haze of his own simmering arousal.
Jayce released Viktor’s neck.
“Sorry, m’sorry,” Viktor mumbled. He hastily picked up his cane, then scurried off to his room before Jayce could respond. Jayce gripped the door frame, suppressing the urge to chase moving prey.
His son had pissed himself out of submission, and here Jayce was, fighting for his life not to get a raging erection over it.
The counsellors never talked about what would happen if an adoptive parent developed an attraction to their child. Jayce wondered what they would say if he suspected that Viktor had developed feelings for him, too. How else was he supposed to explain why his son was behaving this way?
It took an hour for his instincts to settle, before he went to comfort his boy. He slid onto Viktor’s bed and assured him that he didn’t do anything wrong. Viktor accepted Jayce’s hug this time, nuzzling his face into his chest. It was an attempt to placate Jayce's alpha, and it worked. A soothing rumble was Viktor’s reward for his submission to his Father. Viktor responded with his own puppy purr.
“I didn’t mean it,” Viktor whispered.
“I know,” Jayce replied.
Viktor clung to Jayce, refusing to let go while he was receiving undivided attention. Jayce’s inner alpha itched to bite and claim.
“Are you angry with me?” Viktor tugged on Jayce’s shirt, trying to shuffle closer.
“No. Why would I be angry with you?”
“You’re going to send me away. I know it. Two alphas in the same house—”
“Hush, no,” Jayce cut in. He wouldn’t let Viktor think like this—of a future that would never come to be. “Let me handle that, okay?”
Worrying was bad for an omega’s health, and everything Jayce did was to make sure Viktor was well. Viktor nodded against Jayce’s chest before settling back down, pulling his father with him.
When the sun set, Jayce pulled away.
“Stay here, please?” Viktor asked, a mere whisper. His attitude had melted away, leaving behind something meek and fragile.
Jayce’s heart swelled with pride. His baby was coming back to him.
“Of course, baby.”
Jayce settled into bed next to Viktor, just like they used to do when Viktor was young. He sent Viktor to sleep with his rumbles, smothered in his scent.
Viktor’s behaviour settled over the next few days, creating a pleasant bubble for them both. Scenting was readily accepted, and Jayce even managed to catch a few high pitched puppy purrs from his boy. He bottled the soothing sound in his hindbrain for safe keeping. Jayce hadn’t been this happy in weeks.
There were some growing pains, as Viktor would wake up hungrier than usual, so Jayce doubled the cum in his food. Thankfully, Viktor stopped batting away Jayce’s wandering hands that brushed over his neck glands or back. Sometimes, Viktor almost crawled into his Father’s lap to sleep like a spoiled kitty. Jayce would never tell a soul where his hands rested when Viktor slept peacefully.
In the dead of night, when his only company was the croaking frogs, guilt sometimes wormed into his heart. Would Viktor curse him out for doing this to him? Would his baby leave him? But he kept telling himself that he had to do this for Viktor. No one else could see what he saw, no one else would understand that this was how things were supposed to be. Jayce had always been a builder, a creator.
His tools were a little different, but he was carving out the life they were supposed to have. Stimulating his boy’s glands and maintaining close contact were all necessary steps to keep him pliant before the next step—triggering a shift in Viktor’s hormones. He needed to cum in his darling boy. It was the only way Viktor’s body would recognise that it wasn’t made for breeding, but to be bred.
The only snag in his plan was that Viktor had become friends with a beta boy by the name of Dmitri. The beta had been taking up too much of Viktor’s time and poisoning his mind with nonsense about being an alpha. The nuisance beta was now the cause of their current blow up.
“So what if he wants to hang out after school?” Viktor said, little fists clenched on the couch.
“It matters because you’re supposed to be here,” Jayce replied, exasperated. They had been arguing over this for almost a half hour, their living room reeked of frustration, and he was tired.
“Here?”
Ah shit. Jayce had given himself away there. He rounded the couch, standing in front of Viktor with his arms crossed. He didn’t miss the way Viktor’s gaze drifted to his forearms. Might as well double down, what could go wrong? Jayce has the final say in his own den.
“Yes, here. Where you’re safe,” Jayce insisted.
Thin thighs pressed together, ever so slightly. Nothing Viktor did could escape Jayce’s notice. Viktor probably didn’t even understand why this was turning him on just yet. Omegas liked to be protected, and judging by the subtle grind of Viktor’s legs, it was arousing to him too.
Viktor sucked in a breath, steeling himself, and stood up. His gaze turned sharp.
“I’m safe with him,” Viktor stated, chin tilted up. “What makes you think you can decide things for me? You think just because he likes me, that makes him dangerous?”
Likes? Jayce saw red. Of course that made him dangerous. Jayce knew what young pups thought about, and it was never innocent thoughts. He was stupid to think he could let Viktor outside without someone else trying to take advantage of him. He shouldn’t have let his omega run around like a tramp for so long. This was his fault.
“I didn’t know he liked you, but this has nothing to do with that—”
“Then why does it matter? You keep making these decisions and-and you…”
Jayce could already sense what was coming. He stepped closer.
“Don’t,” Jayce warned. Don’t fucking say it.
“You’re not my father,” Viktor spat, like it didn’t crush Jayce every time. Like it wouldn’t get a rise out of him. Like Jayce wouldn’t reach around and scruff Viktor’s neck for it again.
Maybe that was what Viktor wanted? To be scruffed like a pup and have his agency taken away from him. Maybe Viktor couldn’t say it yet: ‘I want to be bitched’. That was okay, Jayce could help him.
Jayce didn’t scruff Viktor. This time, he grabbed a bony shoulder and flipped him around, pressing him to the couch. He expected protests, but the only sound that fell from Viktor’s lips was a sordid moan. God, he was making a slut out of his son.
“G-get off me,” Viktor cried out, despite the smell of pre-cum leaking from him. So what if Jayce only pressed himself up against Viktor’s back in response? He was just making his son sit still. It was his right as the alpha.
“Not until you learn some respect.” Jayce had waited too long for this stage of his plan. He should’ve been spilling his cum inside Viktor weeks ago, before his son could think of nonsensical ideas like hanging around that damned beta.
“But I ah,” Viktor whimpered, squirming his cute ass against Jayce’s crotch. Jayce was shameless in how he pushed back, grinding into his son’s behind. “I don’t respect you.”
“You will, baby, you will.” Jayce pulled down the collar of Viktor’s shirt, exposing his neck glands. As he licked over them, the taste was like no other. It was like coming home, sweet, ripe and youthful. Jayce could barely detect the pre-presentation alpha notes. Viktor shivered beneath him, body going lax as his alpha doted on him.
The effect lasted long enough that Jayce managed to get Viktor out of his pants and properly up on the couch. He would take Viktor on his back for their first time. He needed to see Viktor’s face. Gods, he hoped this was Viktor’s first time, and that no one else had taken advantage of him. He couldn’t blame them if they had, but he’d make sure they never saw his son again.
“W-wait, Dad, what are you doing?” Viktor’s eyes sharpened again, his focus returning. That wouldn’t do. Jayce grabbed Viktor’s wrists with one hand, the other he kept on Viktor’s throat, a gentle act of domination.
“Helping you. I know you’re not ready to ask yet, but your body needs this.” Jayce nosed down Viktor’s chest, stilling above a pert nipple. It wasn’t quite as large as an omegas, but it was so pink already. He licked over it, delighting in Viktor’s little gasps and moans. This chest would swell with milk one day. All for Jayce. Viktor would have the cutest tits for him alone.
Jayce swapped to the other nipple, lavishing it with attention. He tugged and pinched it gently with his teeth, drawing out the most delicious sounds from his boy.
When Jayce felt sticky pre-cum pooling on Viktor’s navel, he pulled back to take in his prize. Viktor’s chest was flushed pink, covered in red scrapes from his Daddy’s teeth. Beautiful.
“Let me go,” Viktor rasped.
“You’re safe here, baby boy. You don’t need to leave,” Jayce cooed.
Viktor’s cock twitched, more pre-cum dribbled from the tip. He was so cute, saying one thing while his body begged for another.
“It’s not right, Daddy, please.”
Some part of Jayce knew that Viktor was pleading to be let go, but the other part? All it heard was ‘Daddy, please’.
Jayce stifled a groan, then released Viktor’s neck to pull down his own pants, just enough to free his aching cock. It almost slapped against his abs with how hard he was.
A gasp escaped Viktor as he looked down, eyes locked on his Daddy’s cock.
“S’big,” Viktor murmured.
“All for you, sweetheart.”
Viktor’s eyes went wide. Realisation washed over his face and his squirming renewed. Jayce had no intention of hurting his son, and prepping a hole that didn’t leak slick yet wouldn’t be easy like this. He needed to make Viktor submit further.
Jayce’s fangs dropped.
“Wait, Dad. Don’t!”
Jayce sank his fangs into the unmarked skin of Viktor’s neck, just below the glands. He didn’t claim his son just yet. Viktor’s remaking into an omega needed to look natural, not like his father had mauled him into it. The effect of the bite was enough that Viktor halted his struggling, eyes glazing over, like he’d just drank Jayce’s cum.
“There you go, that’s so much better now, isn’t it? Was that why you were acting out so much? You just needed a strong alpha. My poor Vik, you must’ve been so frustrated.” Jayce ran a soothing hand over Viktor’s body, then released his wrists. Viktor’s hands sluggishly gripped Jayce’s shoulders, chasing comfort.
Had Jayce any less decorum, he might have taken Viktor like this, on the couch without any lube, just the spit from his tongue to ease the way. Instead, he bundled up his son in his arms and padded over to his den. He spread Viktor out on the bed, rearranging a few pillows to support his body. He wasn’t the best at making nests, but he would try for his boy until Viktor’s omega instincts took over.
Jayce really did feel bad when he had to quickly get up and grab the lube. Viktor cried out, but Jayce wasn’t gone for long.
“Why’d you leave?” Viktor sniffed out.
“Sorry, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Viktor nodded like he understood, purring into the warmth of Jayce’s skin. His beautiful, submissive boy.
Jayce spread his son’s legs, marveling at his pretty pink hole. He squeezed the lube on his fingers before circling the tight rim, watching Viktor jump.
“Wh-what are you…”
“Relax for me.” Jayce pushed a finger inside his boy, the slide was heavenly.
“Daddy, ah,” Viktor moaned. His right leg kicked out weakly, his pre-alpha instincts still trying to reject Jayce. Poor thing, still so confused.
“Shh, it will feel better soon.” Jayce worked his finger until he could slip another inside, stretching Viktor to accommodate his cock. He’d need to fit at least three with how tight Viktor felt. “Is this the first time you’ve taken a finger?”
Viktor buried his face in the pillows, then mumbled something Jayce didn’t quite catch. Jayce hummed, encouraging his son to speak up.
“No, I tried my own. Only a little, I swear.” Viktor’s voice wavered, embarrassed. “I know it’s wrong, m’sorry.”
Alphas taking fingers wasn’t exactly usual, but not unheard of. Bitching was a real danger and their instincts usually fought against penetration for that very reason. So the fact that Viktor had been spearing himself on his own fingers made Jayce’s gut clench with arousal.
“What were you thinking about when you were fingering yourself?” Jayce needed to know.
“I just wanted to know what it felt like. I thought about what it would feel like to take more but that felt humiliating.” Viktor bit his lip, the little minx.
“It’s okay, I’ll show you.”
Viktor did start to enjoy the gentle touches, especially when Jayce pressed up against his prostate. He mewled so prettily. Jayce twisted his hand, feeling along Viktor’s walls until he found the spongy opening of Viktor’s vestigial breeding canal. Perfect.
“What is t-thaat?” Viktor moaned, pressing back down on Jayce’s fingers.
“That’s for breeding, baby. That’s where omegas have their pups,” Jayce said, petting the opening to loosen it up. The flesh that covered the hole was usually shut tight in alphas, but Jayce could get it to bloom for him with enough stimulation.
“But m’not an omega. I shouldn’t…”
Viktor lost himself as Jayce coaxed his vestigial canal open. The covering pushed back for him, and Jayce slipped a finger inside, groaning at how tight and wet it felt. He shouldn’t fuck into it just yet, it would be far too tight. He hoped when he pressed his cock inside that his instincts wouldn’t take over.
“Perfect omega,” Jayce growled, a possessive rumble slipping from him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to give his son his cum.
Jayce pulled his fingers free, then shuffled forward to rest his cock against Viktor’s. God, his son’s cock was so little in comparison. He was never made to be an alpha.
“I-I don’t want this. I’m an alpha,” Viktor whined, like a petulant child. Jayce merely pressed his cock against Viktor’s fluttering hole.
“No, sweetheart. You’re an omega,” Jayce soothed. His boy was so confused.
“Has anybody else fucked you, sweetheart?”
Viktor shook his head.“No.”
“Good.”
The slide into Viktor’s tight hole was like nothing Jayce had ever fucked before. It was perfectly moulded to him, despite how Viktor tried to weakly thrash away. There was nothing Viktor could do under the effects of Jayce’s bite.
Jayce fucked his baby slowly, deeply, feeling every inch of his perfect hole. Viktor moaned as he was split on a proper alpha cock.
“Your body wants this, just relax. You’re doing so well for me,” Jayce praised.
Viktor merely looked at him with those faraway eyes, tears spilling over the corners. The poor thing was so overwhelmed, so Jayce kissed him better. Viktor must have been waiting so long for this, and now he would finally be complete. Jayce licked the tears from Viktor’s cheeks then kissed him so Viktor could taste their love—could taste how much Jayce cared about him.
He did feel guilty for this, making Viktor wait so long, but it was overshadowed by the way his boy trembled in pleasure beneath him. Jayce gripped his little cock, feeling the knot-muscle there and it made him growl. The breeding wasn’t complete. He felt his own knot beginning to swell.
Viktor gripped Jayce’s shoulder tight, startled by the display of aggression.
“M’sorry,” Viktor whispered. “Please. I’ll be better. I’ll be good.”
“You’re not gonna be a bratty omega anymore?”
Viktor shook his head. “No. No I’ll be good, I swear, alpha.”
Jayce couldn’t hold back anymore. His knot caught on Viktor’s rim and they both groaned.
Breed him, breed him, knot him, take.
“Daddy, you can’t.”
Push into his breeding hole, cum deep inside, in his womb. He needs his alpha.
Jayce fisted the sheets, trying his best not to let the head of his cock catch. He didn’t want to hurt his boy.
“It’s too late, baby, I’m going to breed your pretty hole, okay? I don’t want to hurt you. Just be good for me. You said you’d be good,” Jayce soothed. He let out a comforting scent as his balls drew up, knot catching, before spilling deep inside his son. Jayce barely managed not to break his son, but hot spurts of his spend still dripped into Viktor’s breeding canal, forcing Viktor’s alpha to submit further—regress.
Jayce rumbled soothingly as they lay tied together. Half an hour later, the bite had to be refreshed on Viktor’s neck to stop him from trying to rip himself from the knot, but their knotting was mostly peaceful.
“Gorgeous omega,” Jayce murmured.
“Yours?” Viktor slurred out, delirious from the fresh bite.
“Yes, baby. Always yours. You take my knot whenever you need it.”
Viktor hummed sleepily, rubbing the soft bulge of his stomach like a perfect omega.