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Alexander was incredibly thankful to get into Thomas’ apartment complex, simply because it was so much warmer than the air outside (it had been like a slap to the face to climb out of Thomas’ heated car into the freezing exterior). He was a simple man with simple needs, and some of those simple needs included being bundled up under warm bed sheets, and the idea of a night spent doing just that -- ideally with some sex involved, and then getting to lay together afterwards -- soothed his touch-starved heart. To his credit, though, he resisted making wanton jokes about how things were finally “heating up” inside out of the fear of such awful puns flat-out ruining the mood.
Not that there was much of a mood yet -- he wasn’t going to distract Thomas while the man was driving, nor was he ever the sort to giggle, blush, and hang off of an alpha’s arm while walking into the apartment building -- but he was confident he could pull something off in record time once they were in there. Truth be told, the relatively late hour had been a great excuse for heading back to Thomas’ apartment together, and he certainly didn’t expect a lengthy tour or anything of the sort, but he was still curious to see Thomas’ home. The alpha had visited him twice before, after all, and while his own apartment was small and not at all glamorous, it was still comfortably “home” for him, and he wanted to see what Thomas thought of as being the same. So, he twirled strings of nonsense smalltalk as they walked and talked, the two of them heading to the elevator, up a few floors, and then walking down the hall.
And while Alexander could be considered something of a motormouth, he still wasn’t one for polite and meaningless babble (nothing interesting was ever said in such conversations, really), and was glad it only took a minute to get inside. Thomas motioned him further inside so he could shut the door behind them both, locking it and tossing his keys up on a hook right beside the entranceway. “Home sweet home,” the alpha just chuckled, one hand looping oh-so-gently over Alexander’s shoulders to draw him along.
At a glance, Thomas’ apartment was similar to Alexander’s own, though he supposed there were only so many ways to organize so few rooms. Where Alexander’s apartment had the living room right at the entrance with the kitchen to the right and bedroom and bathroom opposite the front door, Thomas’ apartment was comparatively rotated, and seemed large enough to be a two-bedroom place. Directly past the entranceway was a living room space, with a sofa, coffee table, and TV, one door on the left wall just past the TV. While his apartment had a reasonably open floor plan like Alexander’s did, the kitchen counter ran along the right-hand wall and then wrapped partially across the width of the open space, providing more separation from the living room. Past that was what looked to be a dining table and chairs, with a pantry door and second proper doorway both on the left wall and a glass sliding door on the far wall opposite the entrance.
Alexander glanced only for a moment at the various picture frames and other decor on the walls, instead lingering on the spine of a book that had been left out on the coffee table. He didn’t have the chance to properly make out what it was before Thomas awkwardly motioned around him, murmuring, “Well, uh...here’s my apartment.”
“Mn, doesn’t look like a bad place,” Alexander replied, fully genuine -- Thomas’ apartment was comfortable, but spacious, and tastefully decorated. It smelled faintly like spice and warmth, too -- certainly the hallmarks of an alphan scent, though the cinnamon was far too pronounced, so he chalked that much up to Thomas or a neighbor baking recently. That aside, though, Thomas’ own scent was threading through it all with a twirl of worry sneaking into it, and when Thomas’ hand fell from his shoulder, Alexander reached out to entwine their fingers instead. The look combined with half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin, and he was hoping he’d ease some of Thomas’ anxieties and get a point across all at once. Two birds, one stone, all that jazz. “Actually, it looks like a great place, and I’d love a tour. Care to start with the bedroom?”
Thomas’ lips just barely quirked into a faint smile before splitting into laughter, the tension dissolving all at once. “ Oh, it’d be my pleasure.” He squeezed Alexander’s hand, softly adding, “Though if you’re not all so tired yet, we can always-”
“I’d say we can tire ourselves out easy enough,” Alexander laughed, dropping Thomas’ hand. Quite frankly, considering it was the end of the work week, he was tired enough already. “Though if you’re just not up to sex tonight, that’s totally understandable-”
His breath caught in his throat, words trailing off as Thomas cupped his chin and jaw with one hand, not exactly angling him for a kiss but leaving him solidly staring up at the alpha’s eyes instead. “No, no, I’m interested...”
The next noise to come from the omega’s mouth was a gasp -- he had been so focused on holding his gaze with Thomas that he hadn’t noticed the man’s free hand dancing lower, and certainly hadn’t expected the alpha to suddenly palm at his crotch. “ Ohh. Okay, great.” He promptly snapped his mouth shut after squeaking out that last word, restraining himself from following it up with a far more embarrassing noise as Thomas took his words as full permission to back him up against the wall.
Oh.
Christ, okay, he was pressed back-to-the-wall and Thomas had his palms planted against his shoulders to keep him firmly in place. While that meant there was no longer a hand keeping his gaze tilted upwards, there was no need -- as the alpha bent over just enough to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, faintly mouthing at the scent glands there.
And shit, he just about melted when Thomas murmured into his ear, “Your natural scent is so sweet; I can only imagine what the rest of you is like...” soon accompanied by a trail of kisses moving from his jawline to as low down along Alexander’s neck as the alpha could reach despite how the omega was dressed for the cold weather. The next time one of Thomas’ now-roaming hands found his crotch, he jumped his hips up to meet the pressure, grinding against it. When Thomas pulled away, Alexander had to resist the sudden urge to whine at the loss of touch, while the alpha just huffed, “The- the tour?” Right. The bedroom.
Alexander thickly swallowed, then nodded with a softly accompanying “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good,” and Thomas made quick work of kicking off his shoes and leaving them next to the front door, motioning for Alexander to do the same. Once that was taken care of (Alexander losing his jacket and slinging it over the back of the sofa as well), it was only a matter of moments before he was being led to the bedroom. Good thing, too, that they weren’t stalling -- seeing as Thomas had properly bumped Alexander from the range of “vaguely interested in getting laid” to “currently very turned on.”
Thomas’ bedroom was of a decent size, though Alexander didn’t have much time to focus on the details before he was being pushed towards the bed, a queen with the headboard up against one wall. Thomas had flipped on the overhead light when they entered, but apparently decided that it didn’t fit the mood -- as he stepped aside and clicked on the softer, yellow lamp on the bedside table instead, leaving soft outlines of their shadows dancing across the walls. Alexander took a seat on the edge of the bed, Thomas propping himself up on his palms so that he could comfortably lean down far enough to kiss Alexander’s forehead, then one cheek, before shifting his weight to free up one hand and use it to pull Alexander’s shirt up.
He didn’t get very far -- after taking an obligatory few seconds to revel in the sweet kisses Thomas had left, the omega pressed one hand to Thomas’ shoulder, nudging him back. Thomas shot him a confused expression in response, clearly more than a touch disappointed that Alexander had put a stopper in things -- and that he hadn’t been able to get the omega’s shirt fully off yet.
Alexander pressed his fingers against Thomas’ lips to pause any line of questioning before guiding the alpha fully onto the bed, then to lay back, propped up against the pillows. Once Thomas was settled, Alexander moved to meet him, settling in such a way that he was left straddling Thomas’ waist.
Alexander could consider himself a reasonably poetic man, but at the moment, his mind was left jumbled and racing at the sight below him. They’d hardly begun, and yet Thomas’ pupils were blown wide, his lips were just slightly parted, and everything was bathed in a soft, warm light that left him looking…
Well, he was quite handsome, and Alexander was quite horny, and currently, that seemed to be a deadly combination.
So, he leaned down to first return Thomas’ earlier kisses: one to the alpha’s forehead, one to his cheek, and one against his neck near his scent glands. Then, he moved back upwards to capture Thomas’ mouth in a slow, deep kiss -- one that was...simple. Intimate. And so, so soft, pressing against the other man, tasting him, falling into the shape of his lips and sighing against them as Thomas raised a hand to the back of his neck, holding him close.
When they finally pulled apart, Thomas had a funny look on his face, eyes half-lidded and dazed, a tiny smile growing on his features as he snorted, “You even taste like peppermint.”
Right, the mint he’d popped in his mouth on the car ride over as a joke.
Returning with a breathy laugh, Alexander shifted in his position to something sure to be a little more comfortable for the other man -- kneeled between his legs in such a way that his thigh rubbed against Thomas’ crotch. For an alpha, Thomas sure made a beautiful little keen at the stimulation, almost instinctively bucking his hips at the touch. And to top it all off, Alexander leaned down to huff into Thomas’ ear, “I didn’t expect you to be so responsive to this...not after how dominant you were when I was in heat. Ripping off those scent strips...you didn’t want any other alpha’s marks on me.” Thomas’ eyes went wide at that, expression flustered, and wanting to get Thomas’ focus back on the situation at hand, the omega shifted forward to rub his leg against Thomas’ crotch. That was enough for Thomas’ words to evaporate into a shuddering sigh, and Alexander bent down to nuzzle against Thomas’ neck, planting a few more loose kisses near his scent glands.
Thomas’ hands found their way into Alexander’s hair, pressed against the back of his head but not tugging at the dark strands. He was restraining himself, that was clear. What a gentleman, considering the situation.
Alexander pulled away to add, “Fucking awful, you know, what you did...omegas need an alpha’s scent to get themselves off in heat. When you left, I was so pent up... God, I needed to come so badly. I think it’s time you made up for that slick move you pulled back there.”
The hand that had previously been drawn in Alexander’s hair moved lower to trail a light finger along the omega’s jaw. After taking a deep breath to collect himself, Thomas replied, “Yeah? What exactly d’you have in mind?”
“I want you to fuck me, alpha. ” And a moment later, Alexander was pulling Thomas into another kiss, this time happily allowing the other to push his shirt up and only drawing away when it came time to pull the fabric over his head. Thomas took the opportunity to sit up soon after, leaning in to mouth against Alexander’s scent glands while his hands wandered lower, fumbling at Alexander’s belt.
Alexander didn’t mind the mouth against his neck, but he wasn’t much of a fan of how long it was taking for Thomas to get his pants down, and swatted Thomas’ hands away after a few moments. “I’ll take care of this,” he hummed, “so long as you can get yourself presentable real damn fast. Hell, I’m already shirtless and you’re fully dressed still.”
Thomas laughed, but wasted no time stripping his own shirt off; Alexander took the opportunity to work at his belt. Thankfully, the other man was too preoccupied for quips when Alexander too found himself fumbling with the buckle. A few more moments, though, and Alexander’s belt was on the floor and his pants unzipped, Thomas returning to hold him.
“Anything we oughta get cleared up beforehand?” Thomas checked, setting his hands against Alexander’s hips.
Alexander considered for a moment, then shook his head. “Common sense, I guess. That, and don’t bite me. Hickies-” he saw the way Thomas lit up at the mention, and fought away a newfound rush of heat at the sudden thought of Thomas claiming him, “That’s fine, but gently, and not up high on my neck because...yeah, work. But no outright, hard biting.”
“There’s a story behind that one, I sense it,” Thomas snorted, to which Alexander could only nod. “But not one I wanna hear right now, ‘cause we have more important things to deal with, hmm?” Another nod, and Thomas finished with, “Alright. Agreed on common sense. Don’t tug on my hair or run your hands through it too roughly, that’s it. All good?”
“Yeah,” Alexander agreed, voice promptly turning to a gasp as Thomas dragged him forward so that Alexander was sitting up on his knees, giving Thomas the right angle to pull the omega into a kiss. All things considered, they were moving relatively slow for the night -- though he hardly minded getting to make out with his date.
Thomas didn’t care for a hand in his hair, but Alexander had no such qualms, and sighed against the alpha’s lips as Thomas fisted his fingers into Alexander’s hair and used the position to keep them locked in a kiss. As focused as Alexander was on Thomas’ actions, he hardly noticed when the alpha’s free hand returned to his jeans, slipping under his boxers to cup his ass. He certainly, however, noticed when one of Thomas’ fingers brushed the rim of his hole, and when that touch subsequently pulled away, a tiny gasp rising unbidden to his lips.
Thomas leaned close, breathing softly against Alexander’s ear, “If you’re so receptive to my touches now, I wonder what you’ll be screaming as I fuck you into the bedsheets?”
“God, as long as you’ve got a good knot, I don’t think I’ll care, ” Alexander whined in reply, though he quite enjoyed Thomas’ expression at the implication.
It wouldn’t have been unreasonable for Alexander to decline taking a knot at this point in their relationship; it was a rather intimate thing, even for sex standards. Hell, Alexander already had his own person hangups over being regarded as the “needy, weak omega,” and being so desperate for a knot only supported that stereotype. But, well, at least in this case it was for Thomas’ pleasure too, so if they were both going to enjoy it, why deny oneself?
Thankfully, Alexander wasn’t left to obsess over such a thing for long.
“I’d be happy to test that theory, if you don’t mind gettin’ yourself outta those pants,” Thomas offered, moving his hand to Alexander’s crotch to rub against the omega’s growing bulge.
“Ha- ah, right-” Alexander choked out. He very intentionally ignored the flush now solidly settled across his features as he staggered to his feet long enough to throw his jeans to the floor. Thomas was watching him intently -- or rather, his gaze had slipped lower, more aimed towards the omega’s crotch just as Alexander slid his boxers down past his hips. When Alexander glanced away under the guise of having to tug off his socks, Thomas murmured, “Damn handsome, darlin’.”
Alexander didn’t consider himself gorgeous by any means; he kept himself well-groomed, but didn’t want to pretend he was jaw-droppingly exceptional. He was still insecure, over-analytical of flaws, always picking out where he wasn’t quite right-
But Thomas added a soft, “It’s nice to get a proper look this go round,” and Alexander swallowed thickly to quell his own insecurities, instead reveling in the fact that Thomas was quite liking what he was seeing and that Alex himself was left inadvertently providing the show.
“You’re getting the full preview, but I don’t see you with your pants off, so you’d better hurry up,” Alexander shot back. “Or else I’ll have to take matters into my own hands...so to speak.”
Thomas laughed at the innuendo, but it only took another moment before he raised up off the bed, stepping over to join Alexander. His fingers wrapped around Alexander’s right wrist and he slowly moved Alexander’s hand back down to his side and away from the omega’s dick, eyes half-lidded and glinting in the light. “Oh, please.” A soft chuckle. “At least give me a fair shot first.” Alexander shot him a look of ‘ Get on with it then, ’ to which Thomas made short work of throwing his pants to the ground and fully undressing a moment later, anticipation thick in the air.
Alexander’s sudden takeaway from the situation was that Thomas was close. Objectively, that much was obvious -- he had been touching Alexander only a few moments before. But Alexander could pick up his scent, and even if he didn’t have Thomas’ sensitive nose he could pick out the thick threads of arousal twisting through it. Then there was Thomas’ physical touch, a hand on his hip, another hand dragging up his thigh, both men fully undressed.
Knowing that if he said just about anything else he’d muck up his words, Alexander simply asked, “Do you have lube and a condom?” Better to get everything before they really got into it, because of all the people he hadn’t seen himself being so sexually attracted to, Thomas was high up on the list (simply because of his personality -- Alexander had to admit he wasn’t bad looking), and yet here they were. Yes, here they were, and if Thomas had to pull away after things were really getting heated to spend five minutes fumbling for a condom he hadn’t had at the ready, Alexander would scream.
Being that he was an omega, they could have forgone lube; particularly when in heat, Alexander would find himself embarrassingly wet with slick. If he touched himself even now he’d no doubt find at least some amount of that familiar dampness -- but even as aroused as he currently was, he wasn’t in heat, and lube would make things go that much smoother. And in any case, Alexander was not going to say no to being folded over Thomas’ fingers as prep; the man had such lovely, long fingers and he wanted to know how they’d feel inside of him.
“Yeah, one sec-” Thomas confirmed, pulling back. “Wait on the bed.”
Alexander did as he was told, at first watching Thomas step away to dig in his bedside table, then reaching down to his cock. When Thomas turned back to face him, then slipped over to sit beside him on the bed with half-lidded eyes, he sounded almost teasing as he said, “You just can’t restrain yourself, hm?”
“I mean, if you’re so bothered, feel free to lend a hand-aah!” Alexander yelped, his final word dissolving into a sudden shudder as Thomas very happily did just as he was told, hand finding Alexander’s shaft and sweeping up for Thomas’ thumb to brush the head of Alex’s cock. It was more the unexpected stimulation that made him jump than the actual action, but Thomas didn’t hesitate any longer to wrap his fingers around Alexander’s dick and begin stroking him.
When Thomas’ movements awarded the alpha with a shaky moan on Alexander’s part, Thomas of course turned to gloating. “Always a pleasure to see you finally speechless, and with so little effort, too.”
Alexander’s next words -- intended to be a biting, thought-out retort -- fizzled and died in his throat as Thomas resumed his ministrations, rolling his fingers against the omega’s balls and then drawing them firmly up his cock. It took some seconds more before Alexander was able to gather his wits enough to huff, “Like I can’t do the same to you.”
“I’d love to see you try,” Thomas challenged, though his words didn’t have a bite to them; because of course he’d love to see Alexander try -- he’d love to see Alexander succeed, too, if it meant the alpha would be fucking him soon enough, the omega was sure of that much.
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Alexander replied, reaching up to press his fingertips to the back of the alpha’s head and slowly draw him down, locking their lips in a kiss. It certainly worked to keep the alpha from talking, and for good measure, Alexander made no protest as Thomas’ tongue pressed into his mouth.
With Thomas relatively preoccupied, the alpha’s hands no longer on his crotch but instead repurposed to once again hold him close, Alexander took his chance to return the favor -- drawing his hands over Thomas’ chest, down to his waist and below, continuing until Thomas finally moaned into his lips.
“Hah, there you go,” Alexander hummed to a rather breathless Thomas.
He got a light laugh in response, Thomas pulling himself together enough to nudge Alexander back, adding, “On your back. Spread those pretty little legs for me, sweetie, so I can see what I have to work with.”
He readjusted his position on the bed so that he could lay back against the pillows, and as soon as he was settled Thomas was on him, hands pressing against his thighs, pushing his legs apart to allow for better access.
“Like I said,” Thomas almost purred, “Damn handsome.”
Alexander couldn’t respond, more than a touch preoccupied as Thomas’ fingers brushed over his hole. It was just enough pressure to keep his attention locked on the touch, and Thomas certainly seemed set on keeping Alexander tensed in anticipation, rolling the pad of his finger against the rim of Alexander’s hole.
Finally, Thomas pulled away just long enough to drizzle lube over his fingers; to accentuate his impatience, Alexander tipped his hips up every so slightly more, holding his legs spread wide. Thomas certainly didn’t seem to mind that little movement in the slightest, an appreciative hum reaching his lips as he settled back down between Alexander’s legs, the mattress dipping beneath him. After rubbing his fingers together for a few moments to warm them, he finally returned to his ministrations.
The alpha pressed the palm of his free hand to Alexander’s thigh, keeping Alexander’s legs open as he got to work stretching him. He started slow and gentle, brushing one finger against Alexander’s hole once more before dipping in only a touch, then slowly working deeper and crooking his finger. Alexander let out a pleasured sigh at the motion, liking the sensation but wanting more than the pitiful amount Thomas was offering. Thomas continued, adding a second finger to his slow pumps -- never enough to hit quite where he wanted, despite Alexander’s efforts, the omega attempting to roll his hips against those fingers at a better angle. Even as he worked on, Thomas’ movements remained far too slow for Alexander’s appreciation, and the omega finally took the initiative to properly snap his hips back down against Thomas’ fingers, accompanied by a stiff, “Christ man, I can take more than that. Please.” He enjoyed some sweet foreplay, but he wasn’t going to shatter at a glance.
"Mn, I'm only being cautious," Thomas replied with a faint smirk -- a smirk of all things! -- and Alexander whined with the knowledge that that fucker was teasing him on purpose and enjoying every second of it. The omega was about to snap back with a snarking retort -- something about how he couldn’t imagine Thomas’ dick was that big that he needed to be stretched so carefully -- when Thomas gave him a smug look and curled his fingers in just the right way to send a jolt of pleasure down Alexander’s spine, making the omega squeal.
Finally, Thomas picked up the pace -- but the alpha’s insistence at holding the omegas’ legs open was quickly becoming more of a curse than a blessing as he kept Alexander spread and vulnerable, working his prostate and making the omega’s toes curl. The hand Thomas had against his thighs was just where it didn’t take too much extra effort on the part of the alpha to keep Alexander pinned to the bed at his hip, leaving Alexander only able to grip at the sheets and cry out some mixture of curses and pleas.
Alexander knew he was chittering, and to be perfectly frank, he didn’t care. Thomas certainly seemed to enjoy watching Alexander melt underneath him, and rewarded the omega’s noises by pumping his fingers harder, faster. Alexander knew he had a short refractory period, and could orgasm again later -- their night wouldn’t come to a premature end if he came now. But he could only imagine that he’d never hear the end of it if he came from Thomas’ fingers alone before they even got to the good part, and he groaned, “ Shit- alright, I’m ready...Just- ahh - hurry up with it!”
Thomas graciously pulled away, laughing and adding, “I think that’s one of the first times you’ve ever been so enthusiastic for something I’m about to do to you.” Alexander dramatically threw a hand over his eyes in response. He was certainly in no position to argue back, seeing as he was lying back on the alpha’s bed, legs wide, cock hard and twitching. Precum smeared against Alexander’s palm when he weakly reached down to stroke himself, waiting for Thomas to fumble with the condom.
A soft snort of amusement, and Alexander felt the bed shift. Thomas’ scent was all arousal, even as he chuckled, “What, did I really do that bad? It looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Ah, right. The comment about Alexander not turning to jerking himself off until Thomas had had his chance.
“I’d enjoy myself more with your dick in my ass,” Alexander replied, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He had meant to phrase things with a more demanding tone, but when he saw Thomas look him up and down with a smirk on his face, his next groan was a weak, “ Thomas. ”
It would take more than a little teasing to get him begging when not in heat, though he still hoped Thomas would get the damn message and hurry up already.
“Okay, okay,” the alpha purred, pushing Alexander back onto his back and settling against him. Alexander could feel the head of Thomas’ cock pushing against his hole, the alpha’s hands pressing into his thighs to keep him steady. The omega had to clench his jaw to stop the noises spilling from his mouth as Thomas pushed into him. There was that stretch he had been waiting for; he shuddered as Thomas fully seated himself between Alexander’s legs, breaths sharp and deep. “You good?” the alpha checked.
“Just a sec,” he gasped, reaching to brush his fingertips against Thomas’ hands. After a moment, he let out a slow exhale. “Oh- okay, ” and, to preserve his reputation, he slapped a grin on his face and added, “I’ve had plenty rougher, better hop to it.” His expression was more than a touch too cocky for a man in his position, something Thomas immediately set to rights as he pulled nearly fully out of Alexander and then slammed back in. Any words that the omega could have spat for better or for worse were swallowed up in a series of debauched noises as Thomas settled into a rhythm, the alpha rocking into Alexander and making him gasp at the pressure for a time that seemed to stretch on and on and on.
“No more-” Thomas started, gasping between thrusts, “witty remarks?”
“I’ll keep you posted-” Alexander managed through shuddering breaths, words suddenly cut off and forced into silence as Thomas’ cock brushed his prostate. He felt hazy, jerking at the sensations filling him and crying out as they arced through him. Then, Thomas hit that spot inside him again, making a bolt of heat jump low in Alexander’s gut, and his wordlessness was replaced with another string of chitters and a breathy, “ Fuck - aahh, Thomas-!”
“ Yes, ” Thomas hissed into his ear in return. “Goddamn gorgeous like this. Weak under me...reduced to a fuckin’ wreck -”
The omega could hardly respond beyond a half-senseless “Don’t stop, fuck- ” and not long after Thomas’ hips stuttered in their rhythm. Alexander whimpered, muscles clenching around Thomas’ cock, the alpha gasping. Thomas’ fingertips gripped Alexander’s thighs hard as he thrusted a few more times, and Alexander moaned aloud as the alpha suddenly buried his dick into Alexander’s ass, letting out a low groan as he came.
John had a little trick he loved to do when Alexander was in heat and begging for something, anything : he would pin the omega down and curl his fingers right up against the sensitive nerves that left Alexander whimpering and seeing stars as he orgasmed. It was the same sort of stimulation as he was knotted, but John’s fingers would always, inevitably pull away all too soon, leaving Alexander empty and wanting more.
It was hot to know someone could throw him to the bed and leave him shivering in post-orgasm bliss like it was nothing, but there was something about the constant jolts of pleasure from Thomas’ knot stretching him, keeping him close rather than pulling away. And that knot made him cry out, feeling every muscle tense and then go slack as that heat between his legs spilled over and left him gasping for air. He came across his stomach, chest heaving at the sudden burst of pleasure deep in his ass, in his dick, a spike of heat that slowly died down to an insistent warmth.
His chitters and meaningless babbling finally softened into silence as he came to realize Thomas had collapsed against him, the alpha still panting. Alexander weakly reached up to touch the man’s back for a moment, the light touch prompting Thomas to mutter a half-unintelligible “H-hang on...” and shift how he was laying best he could considering their current positions.
It took some maneuvering to get them both settled into bed -- still on top of the bedsheets; Alexander had a feeling that Thomas would change them before they settled down for the night, seeing how prissy the guy was. Not that Alexander particularly wanted to sleep in sheets damp with lube, cum, sweat, and who-knows-what-else, but at the moment, knotted and comfortable, he was perfectly happy to relax as they settled down. He let out a little huff through his nose as Thomas tried to get them both settled, not enjoying being shifted around when everything was still so sensitive and he was still knotted, but they soon managed to lay back down together, both on their sides. Thomas took the opportunity to sling an arm over Alexander’s waist, keeping him close -- they were facing each other, legs tangled, and Thomas shifted to barely reach Alexander’s shoulder, planting a few faint kisses against his skin. Alexander only vaguely realized that neither man had paused to leave any true marks -- besides perhaps the bruises he’d likely soon be finding on his thighs. For their jokes about being left speechless, it really was a shame neither man’s mouth had been put to better use…
But then Thomas pulled back and tucked Alexander’s head beneath his chin, and Alexander was far too preoccupied with nuzzling against the alpha’s neck to be thinking on all sorts of other matters, the corners of his mind still hazy from his orgasm. The sex, the warmth of cuddling against Thomas despite their rapidly cooling bare skin, it all had sleep dragging at him, and he was content to settle.
Thomas certainly liked Alexander curling into him the best he could despite their current position, as he contentedly bundled Alexander closer, and then...
Thomas crooned.
He was crooning, that sort of contented, humming purr alphas let slip when relaxed and happy, or wanting to comfort their mate into feeling the same -- and seeing as Alexander was still bathing in that sweet afterglow, it seemed that it was the former for Thomas.
Their relationship was still new, and there were no guarantees it would progress much further than it had thus far. But at least for now, right now, tonight-
Thomas nuzzled into Alexander’s hair, that soft croon reaching the omega’s ears, and Alexander allowed his eyes to flutter shut, enjoying the other man’s touch.
“This is nice,” he mumbled, voice almost muffled from how they were laying. “‘S really intimate. Close. Don’t get that very often.” He half-expected Thomas not to hear him at all, or not comment in response, seeing as he hadn’t really said much of interest.
Instead, Thomas rested his chin against Alexander’s forehead for a moment more before replying, “Well, if you enjoyed yourself that much, I’d be happy to offer my services another time.” His pleased tone wasn’t lost on Alexander.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just lucky you’ve got me in a good mood now,” Alexander snorted in return, shifting to sling one arm across Thomas’ back. “And you can go back to holding me and purring, thanks.”
“It’s crooning,” came Thomas’ protest, before he squeezed his arm a bit tighter around Alexander, the two tucked flush together. Alexander just shut his eyes, enjoying the touch.
Yeah. This was nice.