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Jesse lets him choose whether he would rather defile his own quarters or move to new rooms for the duration of his time with the… the creature. He does not wish to sully the bed Jesse has fucked him in so many times, but he also does not want to leave the comfort of the nest he has built.
He and Jesse can make some other rooms smell like the two of them later, when this part is all over.
“We tried it with others before you,” Jesse tells him. At first Hanzo thinks this means Jesse was the one who tried , and he feels hurt and angry that some other omega has touched his mate. He can barely contain his jealous growl. “No, darlin’, no, of course not,” Jesse soothes, petting his hair. “Others here. Some unbonded omegas, others bound to different alphas. Usually Gabe does all this but since you’re my mate, I’m in charge.” Jesse smiles at him. “And that means, really, you’re in charge, don’t it?”
Hanzo does not believe that last for a second, not while he is nuzzling helplessly against his alpha’s hand on his cheek, but he believes Jesse believes it.
“That means I can tell you how it went for them though. Nobody gets hurt. Some of em even come back just to play with it from time to time. Just don’ work out all the way, is all.”
Hanzo considers whether he wants to know the details, but eventually he decides against it. He does ask some questions, but none of the answers are comforting, even as Jesse assures him that other omegas enjoy the experience.
His body feels too hot already, but he knows this is not the worst of it yet. When the worst comes, he will be nearly out of his mind. It is why it is important to go over the rules and limits now, before he is too heat drunk to make decisions.
When Jesse is finished telling him what to expect, Hanzo pushes Jesse down onto his back to ride him. Jesse lets Hanzo take what he wants, and he tugs affectionately at one of the rings through Hanzo’s nipples.
When Jesse gets close, he lifts Hanzo’s hips and pulls free to replace his cock with his fingers. Hanzo still rides him, but he whines too because it is not the same.
It does not matter how much he wants it, Jesse still has the restraint not to let Hanzo have his knot until this is over.
Days pass and Hanzo’s low fever becomes nigh unbearable, even with Jesse to help take some of the edge off. Jesse does not fuck him with his cock again.
It is torture to have his alpha so close and to be unable to have him. Jesse fucks him on fingers and toys, but they are never enough. His biology was not made to be satisfied with substitutes.
But it is worse for Jesse to leave him. Then he aches , his insides desperate to be filled and his heart hurting from the separation.
Traditionally one’s first heat with a bonded mate is supposed to be more intense than those before or after. Hanzo thought it was romantic nonsense, but he cannot imagine a world where his heats are worse than this one, so he has to believe it now.
He wonders if the buildup takes so long because of Jesse’s refusal to take his bite. Since he presented, his heats have always been longer than average, trending toward five days instead of the more common three.
But it has already been three days of growing fever and the full effect of his heat has not been felt.
On the fourth day, he wakes up unsure that he has woken up at all. His chest is tender, swollen to the touch, and he is hot all over. His head feels like it is stuffed with wool, and his slick has already soaked through his undergarments and sheets.
His insides feel hot and needy, like they are turning to liquid. Jesse stirs behind him, and Hanzo wriggles his hips back against him, into the cock that is hard against his ass.
Jesse thinks it is funny, but he does not torment Hanzo this time. “Oh, sweetness,” he sighs, hand skimming down Hanzo’s hip before he helps Hanzo out of his soaked underwear. “You smell so good.” Jesse pushes closer, burying his face in Hanzo’s neck and inhaling deeply, before he worries his teeth against the mating mark.
“Please,” Hanzo gasps. His mouth falls open and he can ask for nothing else, all his attention scattered to the liquid heat between his legs and everywhere Jesse touches him. The touch almost hurts, his skin is so sensitive, but it is worse to be left without.
“Shh, baby, I’ll take care of ya.”
Hanzo almost sobs with relief, until he realizes Jesse does not mean to have sex with him.
Jesse sits up and pulls Hanzo with him, then he helps him into a silk robe. Even that feels scratchy against his sensitive skin.
When Jesse leaves their bed to ring for help, Hanzo cannot choose between following or staying in the nest he has built for them. So he lays on his back with his knees spread as far as he can and his toes curling in bedding, and he draws the robe up, until he is exposed to his alpha. Presenting to him.
“You’re not gonna wanna be like that when help gets here,” Jesse warns him. “But gods ya make a real pretty picture, babydoll.”
Jesse is not going to join him in their nest, he realizes, but it does not stop him from reaching down to finger himself while Jesse watches. Jesse’s nostrils flare and Hanzo thinks his scent must be overpowering by now.
When help arrives, it is in the form of two beta servants who wait outside the room until Jesse tells them Hanzo is ready. Then they take him to the baths, where they wash him carefully and prepare him for what is to come. He feels soft and open now, like anything at all could slip inside, and they wash him here too.
It is mortifying, but he is grateful Jesse did not try to fuck him. His humiliation and instinctual, territorial anger at being handled by someone who is not his mate are bad enough without them washing away Jesse’s seed too. It seems so like Jesse to think of this and spare Hanzo the things that can make it worse.
Then he is brought back to their room, and the betas leave him at the door. They know better than to try to come too near his nest when he is like this.
Jesse is the one who guides him back to the bed and helps him out of his robe. Hanzo kneels on the bed, trying not to show how much he is trembling. Jesse rubs absently at his mark to soothe him.
“Last chance. Are ya sure you wanna do this?” Jesse asks.
Hanzo does not think he is. He is not sure one could ever be ready for such a thing, and all his body wants is Jesse. But he knows what Jesse wants from him. Enveloped in the scent of his alpha and aching so badly to be filled, he can deny him nothing though. “Yes,” he answers.
“You remember what I said about how it went for the others? You wanna be tied up?”
“No. But the… the blindfold.” He has been told the creature can be upsetting to look at, especially the first time. He thinks it will be easier to lose himself in Jesse’s scent if he does not have to look.
Hanzo’s world goes dark as Jesse ties the silken fabric over his eyes. “You look so pretty like this,” Jesse says sweetly, nuzzling again at Hanzo’s neck. “Gonna have to get ya like this just for me sometime.” Jesse presses one final kiss to his neck and then asks, “Are ya ready?”
Hanzo knows he is not, but he says yes anyway. Jesse’s warmth leaves him, and Hanzo sits seiza on the bed, listening to the clanging of metal behind him as Jesse releases the thing from its cage.
He can hear it moving toward him, a slippery, slithering sound, and goosebumps prickle along his skin, his heart racing. The bed dips harshly with the weight of something, he pretends it is Jesse. The delusion cannot last though.
It is shattered when something cool and slimy passes over the arch of his foot. He shudders with revulsion, but he does not move away. Jesse asked this of him. Jesse, who has done nothing but take care of him since the day they met. Who is his alpha.
Hanzo will give him this, the only thing he has asked for.
He expects the thing to act purely on carnal instinct, something like a dog, and go directly for his hole. It does not.
A tentacle coils around his ankle, and two traverse his body, up his stomach and chest. One of these wraps loosely around his rib cage, and the slimy one journeys higher. He only realizes what it is doing when it is dipping into his mouth.
Instinct tries to make him spit it out, but it continues to push, insistently but not roughly. He gags around it, hands twitching to try to pull it back out, but then those two are wound up in tentacles and pulled gently away.
The one in his mouth secretes something. It barely has a flavor to it, although he finds the idea itself repulsive. But it begins to thrust, down his throat and back out enough for him to breathe, and his head spins with it. He gasps and swallows instinctively, and he knows he is drinking down whatever fluid it is giving off.
His heat fever crests again, and he whimpers around it, twitching in his bonds. His lips and jaw tingle, but the flavor of it is improving, until he is sucking lovingly at it as if it is his lover’s cock.
“You’re doin’ so good, darlin’,” he hears Jesse say, although he sounds strangely far away and distorted like Hanzo is underwater.
His skin is tingling all over now, and the fever of his heat has him feeling hotter inside than out. He can feel wetness running down the backs of his thighs, and he raises up higher on his knees the best he can in his restraints, in order to spread his thighs wider, reveal his needy hole in the hopes someone or some thing will fill it.
A slim tentacle takes him up on the offer right away, slipping through the mess between his thighs and into his hole. He groans around the mass in his throat. It feels fatter than one of Jesse’s fingers, but not by a huge amount, but unlike Jesse’s fingers it is long and it wriggles.
He pants when he can, slurps noisily at the one in his throat when he cannot, and he rocks back against the bizarre intrusion. It feels strange but good, but it is not enough for his greedy body, and he can feel his entrance clutching and fluttering around it as if that will make it feel bigger.
Another shoves into him, wiggling in right alongside the first, and they twist around each other, squirming around inside him. When the third pushes in, slower now that the fit is tighter and moving independently of the other two…
Oh. Oh.
No wonder the others enjoyed it so much.
All three move, sometimes together and sometimes not, and it takes everything in him not to fight against his restraints. His thighs spread as wide as they will go, and he tilts his ass up higher, inviting, begging for more with his body because his drooling mouth cannot.
Their brushes over his prostate are only coincidental and they come with no rhyme or reason, and it drives him wild, makes him squirm which makes the tentacles around his limbs tighten their grip.
He does not know if he is relieved or tormented when he feels the tip of a fourth line up, but it teases at his rim, and the other three slide as one. They taper toward the ends, so when they slip far enough out, there is room for the fourth to try to wriggle in with them.
His mouth falls open completely, no longer sucking at the tentacle fucking his throat but lax around it. This one seems to take it as an invitation to slide in farther, and his jaw practically creaks around it. None of it hurts even as they all move deeper, stretching him wider than even on his alpha’s thick cock.
Distantly he wonders if this is what Jesse’s knot will feel like or if this is somehow bigger.
It’s so much, and they slide so deep, it feels impossible that he could get any fuller.
“You’re doin’ so well, baby doll,,” Jesse says, and this time he sounds so much closer. There are so many things touching him and his skin tingles so much that it is hard to tell, but he thinks he feels Jesse’s hands on him, if only for how warm the touch is.
Slowly he’s tilted and repositioned just so, and if he knows Jesse at all it is so his lover can see everything. Those are definitely Jesse’s hands on his ass, kneading gently before stroking delicately around his tightly stretched rim. It feels warmer but wetter too, like Jesse is smearing slick around.
“Look so beautiful like this, you have no idea.”
Hanzo cannot answer, but he thinks his quiet whimper is probably enough.
“Ya ready for the next one?”
That cuts through the fog of his desire, and he jerks in the coils around him. He does not think another will fit, and yet now that it has been suggested that he could get even more full than he is now, it is all he wants. He whines through his nose, doing his best to fuck his ass back onto the other tentacles using his limited range of motion.
He hears Jesse’s chuckle. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, sweetness. Should I take that as a yes?”
Belatedly Hanzo realizes he can nod. The tentacles inside him slip out and he whimpers at the loss. All four hold him open, putting the loose gape of him on display for Jesse.
The thing that presses into him next feels nothing like the others. It is fatter and stiffer, ridged in a way that makes him writhe in his restraints again, drooling desperately around the intrusion in his mouth. It moves slowly and carefully as if this thing could worry about hurting him, but it is relentless and does not stop. It goes so deep, so much deeper than any cock could, and he trembles at the feeling, unsure whether it is even good or not.
His rim twitches pathetically around it, and Jesse pets at his back and over his ass, making soothing noises. Hanzo is grateful for the tentacles holding him, because he thinks he might collapse if they were not here.
The thing inside him grows bulbous, stretching his rim even further. His thighs shake and he sobs when he realized this is the first egg. He does not want to fight it, and it is a good thing, because he is so slick and stretched that he could not. It passes into him and hits his prostate, then it pushes ever deeper.
“That’s one,” Jesse says approvingly, petting at his ass with one hand and his hair with the other. “You’re so good for me, sweetness, so perfect.”
Hanzo wants to lean into his touch. He wants this to end. He wants more of it. Mixed signals course through his body, but he is well beyond being able to back out now.
“Two,” Jesse says as the second stretches his rim all over again. Hanzo sees white as this one rubs his prostate too.
Only two and his stomach has begun to cramp. He can feel it through the heat and the fog in his mind. Just as he begins to register it, some of the tentacles slide along his body and begin to rub gently, coaxingly at his stomach and hips.
The third encounters almost no resistance, and he cries out as he cums, shaking like a leaf.
When he comes to, Jesse is murmuring, “Five.” Hanzo missed one while he drifted on his climax, but he can feel it now, heavy in his gut. He wonders if the weight is anything like what it will feel like when he is plump and bearing Jesse’s pups.
He cries out at this one, and at the sixth, as they shove over his swollen prostate. He does not know if he is relieved or disappointed to know the sixth was the last. The fat, ridged thing inside him moves, pistoning in and out, and he cums again on its movements before it jerks to a stop and twitches, pumping him full of its hot slick.
He is so exhausted he almost does not notice its limbs growing slack around him or the slow withdrawal of its ovipositor. He notices the emptiness though, because it aches after being filled for so long, even as full as the rest of him is. He says as much now that he can use his mouth again, and Jesse is there immediately, fitting the plug inside him.
When the thing withdraws, Hanzo almost misses it, but it has left him sated and full with its gift.