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Groaning, Avery tosses and turns in his bed, the old, heavy sheets of the Hotel Z bed tangling as he does so. When he’d visited Lumiose, he’d not exactly expected to move there, let alone into an old-fashioned and well-hidden hotel run by a man that is apparently three thousand years old.
Avery isn’t sure how much he believes that, but AZ certainly played the part. Mysterious, a little brooding, older looking, and complete with cryptic words and actions that Avery couldn’t make heads nor tails of, most of the time.
It’s frustrating, sure, but more importantly, it’s incredibly fucking hot.
Sue him, he had a thing for older men.
The overall increase of his body heat that he’d woken up to throughout the night a couple of times so far sharpens, then, into a blaze localised in the pit of his stomach as he lets out a keening whine into the humid Lumiose summer air. Avery kicks the thin summer blanket he’d dragged out of storage with Taunie earlier that day and looks down at himself in the dark of the room, vision swimming for a moment.
Planting his feet against the mattress, Avery slides his hand into the boxers he'd hurriedly bought when he realised he’d be staying in Lumiose long-term, the first touch of his fingers against the wet seam of his cunt making him buck his hips as he throws his head back against his pillow.
He feels suffocatingly hot, and it’s that realisation which sparks a connection in his brain as he whimpers. He’d never actually presented in his teens, a combination of health issues and stress putting his secondary gender presentation on the sideline, and when he’d just not presented after that, he’d assumed he was a Beta and left it at that.
But no. This all-consuming heat, this restlessness, this desire to be pinned down and have someone over him, fucking into him… he’s presenting as an omega. It’s not like that knowledge comes as a revelation that makes everything suddenly make sense, though.
Avery could feel that his brain is floundering under the fire of arousal and hormonal surges as his body adjusted to his new presentation, and there’s still the reason of why he had suddenly presented with no external stimuli other than moving to a new city.
Trying to think like this wouldn’t help any, though. His brain is being suffused by rampant arousal, and it wouldn’t go away if he just tried to think his way out of it.
Sliding his fingers against his cunt, Avery lets out a thick whine as he frames his clit with two fingers, the pressure just perfect as he feels himself leak slick down to puddle underneath him on the bedsheets. It would be horribly embarrassing, come morning, to ask Taunie how to do housekeeping for his room himself, but fuck, right now, all he can think of is that he’s spreading his scent over something that ostensibly belongs to AZ.
How would AZ react to his scent? The smell of his arousal?
He’s pretty sure that AZ is a beta, but still, even betas weren’t immune to an omega in heat, let alone a freshly presented one. They could keep their wits about them a lot better in the face of the arousal such stimulus would promote, but they would still be driven crazy with lust over it.
The idea of AZ, doing his best to resist him, his hand gripping the handle of his cane as he tried not to breathe in the heady scent of Avery’s first heat… it’s downright intoxicating to imagine.
Fuck, this kind of sensitivity is no joke, he could barely touch himself at all without wanting to curl in on himself from the way his nerves were firing off, his brain bathed in over-intense pleasure. Moving his fingers, Avery’s eyes fly open as the pad of his finger rubs over his clit just right, the spark of pleasure in his gut so deep that it kickstarts a sudden orgasm that almost feels disappoint for how fast it blares through his body.
Mouth dropping open in a little “o” shape, Avery’s hips jerk as he throws his head back, pleasure surging through him as his gut tenses, wetness spilling down from his cunt in waves, before he slumps back against his pillows with a sigh. There’s still heat burning underneath his skin, but it’s less intense now, arousal taking a back-seat as his brain sluggishly boots up.
He needed to find a partner.
An omega’s first heat is critical, it had to be spent with a mate, and most ideally, with an alpha.
Avery still wanted AZ, though.
There were a number of Alphas he’d come to know in Lumiose, and they would be good partners for taking him through his first heat - something funny in Avery’s gut tangles at the idea of asking Corbeau, his caring nature and threatening countenance combined incredibly appealing - but something in him needed AZ.
Making up his mind, Avery removes his hand from his boxers and shuffles over to the side of the bed - grimacing at the wet-spot he’d left behind - throwing his legs over the edge of the mattress before standing.
Ideally he should shower, put on his fancy new clothes he’d recently bought in the Rouge District, but showering would wake up Naveen with the creak of pipes, and he really didn’t feel like putting clothes on just for - hopefully - AZ to take them right back off again. It’s a risky play, but it should pay off.
AZ is a lonely man, that Avery knew as much, and he also knew that even if AZ is too old to really be a viable mate, he would still be unable to resist the scent of a freshly presented omega. Plus, there’s the taboo of their age difference, massive even if Avery isn’t sure he believed the whole “three thousand years old” spiel, and the concept of AZ, clearly a caring and paternal man, taking that care and twisting it into caring for Avery as a mate, rather than a charge, really got him going.
Though… maybe he should at least try and wipe up the copious amounts of slick stained down his inner thighs, even if his boxers were soaked and unsalvageable. Padding into the bathroom barefoot, a shiver going up his spine at the frigid tile floor, Avery sighs as he wipes down his thighs, before flushing the offending toilet paper away.
Casting a look over to the medication on the side table, Avery swallows, hard, as he makes his choice, bypassing the night stand entirely as he makes his way out of his room into the second floor hallway.
If AZ somehow managed to knock him up well… he wouldn’t be opposed to being a kept mate.
The elevator down to the lobby feels almost unsurmountable, just from it being the final barrier before presenting himself to AZ, whom Avery knew would be stood behind the counter at this time of night, the man’s sleep schedule just as enigmatic as his past. Breathing in deeply, Avery slaps his face lightly, and then presses the down button, waiting for the rickety old elevator to ride up to the second floor.
Is AZ wondering who would be coming down this time of night?
Stepping into the elevator as the door rattles open feels like a final decision. He’s going to do this.
Halfway through the rickety ride down to the lobby, Avery wishes he’d stayed in his room, but there’s no going back now. The lift dings, and then the door slides open, and AZ is right where Avery knew he would be. The man looks up, surprise evident on his face, and then Avery watches as the moment that his scent - ripe, prime, intense - hits AZ’s nose.
AZ’s eyes go wide behind the curtain of the fluffy front of his hair falling in front of his face, with Floette making a curious noise before she flees into the room behind the lobby counter.
‘Avery,’ AZ says, and Avery can hear the warning in that tone, along with the concern following closely behind, ‘you’ve presented.’ AZ finishes simply. No accusation, no hint of want, and fuck, the neutrality of it all is getting Avery going like nothing else.
‘I have,’ Avery ducks his head, before looking up at AZ, the man’s massive height meaning he had to crane his neck, even with his hunched stature, ‘I was hoping-’ he starts, before AZ interrupts him.
‘No,’ AZ’s response brooks no argument, a clear and firm denial.
‘But-’ Avery starts, voice pitched into a not fully unintentional whine, ‘I want you.’
AZ closes his eyes, and the tick of his jaw tells Avery that he’s barely holding back from doing something. Doing what? The way the man’s knuckles go white around the handle of his cane dizzily makes Avery wonder what those large hands would feel like, gripping at the fat on his hips.
‘You do not want me,’ AZ sighs out, turning away, ‘I am not quite sure what I have done to prompt this reaction, but I apologize all the same. Go back to your room, and I will call for a companion of your choosing.’
‘I don’t want you to call for someone else,’; Avery presses, stepping closer, and dizzily, he tilts his head, wanting AZ to smell the depth of his need, of how much he needed the man in front of him and no one else.
What he doesn’t expect, however, is the way that AZ’s scent changes in response as AZ lets out a low groan between clenched teeth. AZ’s previously inoffensive scent - one of old books, primarily, soothing and neutral - heats up between them, spicy and overwhelming yet sort of fresh, almost like pine needles.
Avery swallows, brain screaming in the wake of a revelation that made heat flare deep in the pit of stomach nigh uncontrollably.
‘You’re an alpha,’ he remarks dumbly, tongue feeling too large for his mouth. It made sense, too much sense, and for a moment, Avery wonders if the whole age thing isn’t a misdirection to avoid talking about his past. Avery knew as well as anyone else that an alpha’s scent faded and mellowed with age, and for AZ’s strong scent to have become practically indistinguishable from that of a beta’s, he had to be old.
For it to flare up between them like that, though. They had to be compatible, merely beyond an alpha and omega normally would be.
‘Leave,’ AZ says, voice uncharacteristically steely, though Avery dizzily notes that he isn’t pushing a command into his voice that he would be compelled to obey, ‘if you know what is best for you, Avery, you will spend your heat elsewhere.’
Ignoring the warning, Avery steps forwards, pheromones practically pouring off him. AZ is doing his best to ignore him, but fuck, he wouldn’t allow that. Reaching down, Avery fiddles with the lock on the counter-front that hid a small entrance for AZ to walk through without having to move around the back of the staff only area, and when the lock clicks and Avery swings the door open, AZ slams his hand down on the counter near him.
Avery jumps, heart beating rabbit-fast in his chest, AZ’s stare burning into him as the man had whipped around as fast as he could.
Still, it’s not fear - at least, not primarily - that fills him at the movement, and Avery feels a giddy little laugh bubble up in his chest as he squeezes his legs together, slick gathering in his boxers. AZ’s eyes, intoxicatingly, trail down to the movement, and shamefaced and more than a little thrilled, Avery looks up at the man, catching him in the act.
‘Can you smell it?’ Avery asks, an edge to his words, goading AZ.
AZ doesn’t respond, though the bob of his throat as he swallows heavily is answer enough.
‘I woke up earlier, and all I could think about was you,’ Avery confessions, soft cheeks red with a healthy flush of arousal and embarrassment, ‘I was soaking the sheets upstairs and all I could think is that they belonged to you, and that I was marking your property.’
AZ’s eyes close, shuddering where he stands, and Avery knows he’s this close to getting the man to cave and do something to him that would be ill-advised and well welcomed.
‘You’re not gonna let me get away with that without staking your claim, right?’ Avery asks, anticipation lacing every word as he steps through to be behind the counter with AZ, thinning the physical barrier between them, ‘aren’t you going to show me what an alpha does with a rogue omega?’
AZ’s cane clatters to the parquet flooring loudly as the man lurches over towards him, and Avery looks up, biting his lip as he’s caged in against the hotel counter by AZ’s sheer lanky size. This close, their height difference was more than apparent, and fuck, so was the effect that his scent was having on AZ’s body.
One of AZ’s hands grips the counter for stability, and the other hovers over Avery’s shoulder, the last barrier between them, AZ’s hesitance, clear. Shakily, Avery reaches up, and grips AZ’s wrist, the difference in size between them so massive that even with how thin AZ was, Avery’s hand couldn’t fully wrap around his arm, and then Avery brings AZ’s hand down until his massive palm is dwarfing the bulk of his shoulder.
‘I’m yours,’ Avery says simply, ‘will you have me?’
AZ groans, a wounded noise, and from the way he shuts his eyes, Avery fears that AZ would walk away at that moment, but instead, he presses himself forwards, and then Avery breathes in through his nose.
Just like that, the haze slams back down over his mind, first omega heat roaring in response to how close AZ’s groin was to his face, and fuck, that was something else. Avery is standing, fully, no reduction in his height, and still, he’s face to face with AZ’s cock, bulging out against the tight, well-worn fabric of his pants.
Avery keens lowly, desperate and needy, and the last strand of his restraint snaps as he shoves his face against AZ’s groin, rubbing his cheek against the bulge of AZ’s arousal as he huffs in as much of AZ’s suddenly potent scent as he physically can. The spice of it burns his nose, and the fresh after-scent makes Avery shudder as he feels AZ’s cock twitch behind the barrier of fabric between them.
AZ stumbles a little, but notably, he doesn’t back up, doesn’t stop Avery from scenting his groin, as if his own scent - herbal and sweet - had any chance of overriding the pheromones practically pouring off AZ’s being now. The hand that had been on his shoulder moves, and those long, long fingers card through Avery’s messy hair, and Avery shudders at the casual control in which AZ takes over him, as if they were perfectly compatible.
He wants more, though.
Drawing back a little, even as his instincts decry the lack of contact Avery doesn’t even look up for permission before he’s fiddling with the button and fly on AZ’s pants, desperately trying to get in to make some skin on skin contact with the man. AZ groans, pitching forwards a little alarmingly, but thankfully he catches himself before he collapses on top of Avery, though the already limited space between them was even more cramped now.
Just how Avery wanted it. Brain stuffed with hot cotton wool, Avery finally gets AZ’s pants undone, and he tugs at the waist just hard enough to pull them and AZ’s underwear down, and fuck, if AZ’s scent had been intense before, it was downright overpowering now.
Rich spice with a fresh, almost woodsy undertone, combined with the deep salt-musk of arousal has slick leaking out from under the tight fabric of Avery’s boxers down the insides of his thighs and saliva pooling in his mouth. AZ’s cock was something else, too, and distantly, Avery checks off the question he’d had since he’d met the man -- whether the size of his cock was proportional to just how damn tall he was.
Most definitely.
Perhaps even a little big for AZ’s height. Meaning, it was absolutely fucking massive for the average height person, and it isn’t like Avery is particularly tall, as he remembers being distinctly surprised at being eye to eye with Corbeau when he’d met the man.
Would it..?
Only one way to find out.
Pressing himself closer to AZ again, Avery’s head swims as his nose fills with the combination of AZ’s scent and the warmth of his body, the heady throb of AZ’s cock against the side of his face as Avery does his best to bury his nose in the thick hatch of white hair at the base making his cunt throb and clench, feeling suddenly empty.
AZ wheezes above him, and Avery would stop if it weren’t for the way that AZ’s hand is gripping at his hair, not letting him pull back. Shrugging his shoulders, Avery continues, and the first press of his tongue against hot, slightly sweaty skin makes his brain fizz out entirely as he feels the salt-tang of arousal and sweat register on his taste buds.
He’s hoped for his actions to land as cute, a little coquettish maybe, but he’s definitely in the territory of desperate and downright sloppy as he licks at the base of AZ’s heavy cock, the length of it so large that it strains against it’s own weight to stay hard. He’s smearing his own saliva over his face from the way he can’t stop nuzzling up against the parts of AZ’s cock he’d just desperately licked and tasted, but fuck, the messiness of it all is just serving to wind him up further, the arousal so strong that it felt like his cunt hurt, tension all tangled up in the pit of his stomach.
AZ tugs on his hair, then lets go, and Avery whines thickly, not wanting to stop what he was doing, but when AZ shuffles backwards enough so that the length of his cock is in front of Avery’s face, Avery can’t help but moan and tilt his head. Green light given, AZ’s hand moves from his hair to grip the base of himself, and in a perverted twist of scent marking, he’s grinding the underside of his cock against Avery’s scent glands on his neck, such a lewd touch on such a sensitive area making Avery’s brain stutter, turned cock-drunk and cum-dumb.
‘You-’ AZ grunts out, but seemingly thinks better of whatever he was going to say as he pulls himself back, letting go of his cock, and though Avery is curious, the interruption isn’t really worth the lack of contact with AZ’s length.
Instead, Avery opens his mouth in a perfect “o”, though when the fat head of AZ’s cock nudges up against his lips, and he finds that he couldn’t open his jaw wide enough comfortably, Avery shivers. Reaching out blindly, Avery grasps for AZ’s hand and finds it, before he directs his alpha’s hand down to his jaw, prompting AZ to croon lowly, the noise croaky and untrained, but it does the trick as the slight anxiety building in Avery’s brain subsides.
AZ’s hand cradles his jaw, overlarge, and then AZ is pulling down on his jaw just until the stretch borders on the wrong side of painful and AZ can - with a little effort - push the head of his cock into Avery’s mouth. There was no way he could actually do anything involving technique likes this, because of the way AZ’s cock utterly conquered his mouth, but fuck, he could at least try to be a good, warm, wet hole for AZ to fuck into after Arceus only knows how many years on his own.
Avery moans around the bulk of AZ’s cock, the sound muffled, and the vibration makes a groan rattle out of AZ’s chest that was full of promise, and fuck, yes, he needed this more than he needed air, he could take it. AZ’s hips press forwards, slowly but surely, and Avery would commend the man’s restraint if he didn’t desperately want AZ’s cock down his throat yesterday.
Pressing himself forwards, a couple more inches of AZ’s cock slide into his mouth, and then the fat head of AZ’s cock is nudging up against his soft palate even though he was nowhere near halfway done the length of it. Pressing his thighs together, Avery brings one hand down to his cunt just to press down against it, rocking his hips up to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in the pit of his stomach.
‘Desperate,’ AZ rasps out, and Avery can’t even attempt to nod with his mouth so full, but the way his eyelids flutter at the word should be answer enough for AZ, ‘why do you…?’ he trails off, and Avery hums in response, the vibrations making the other man shudder.
Even with the head of AZ’s cock pushing against his soft palate, Avery wants so much more, and squeezing AZ’s wrist, Avery drops his hand and any remaining tension drops out of his frame, becoming completely and utterly pliant to AZ’s will. Thankfully, despite his mystified question, AZ seems to be on the same page as he is, and Avery swallows as AZ begins to push deeper, the head of his cock breaching the entrance of Avery’s throat.
Fuck, it’s so much, so overwhelming and massive and Avery is pretty sure the human throat wasn’t built to stretch like the way his was in an attempt to take AZ’s cock easier, but all of that only made the thrill in his omega hindbrain stronger. He was being a good omega for his alpha, and AZ was pleased with his progress, even if Avery himself wanted to take the entire thing down his throat.
He’d get there, eventually.
AZ’s cock throbs over the top of his tongue, potent and heavy, and Avery closes his eyes as AZ starts to push deeper, though the angle of the way he;’s standing is stopping AZ from pushing any deeper than getting maybe an inch or two in his throat. Even with so little pushed in, Avery is finding it difficult to breathe simply from the sheer girth of AZ’s cock, plugging his throat completely, and deliriously, he wonders just how bad it would get with his throat pulled fully down onto AZ’s cock like a living sleeve.
Reaching out blindly once more, Avery pats AZ’s thigh, before tugging at the gathered fabric of AZ’s pants around his mid-thigh to signal the man to step forwards, and AZ hesitates for a moment before he goes along with his request.
The countertop was digging into the middle of his back, and AZ steps forwards, and with AZ’s cock buried in his throat, the only course of action Avery can take is lean back over the counter, back protesting the move even as Avery moans, encouraging AZ to keep going. Like this, AZ could stand over him - and fuck, if that didn’t make Avery dizzy with desire - and force more of his cock into the tight clutch of Avery’s throat.
AZ grunts, letting go of his jaw, only to grasp at his hair again, and Avery moans around the girth of AZ’s cock as it continues to push into his throat. Deliriously, Avery wonders if AZ would be able to reach down so far that he would breach his stomach, but just as his nose is pressed to the thick thatch of white hair at the base of AZ’s cock, he’s - thankfully - proven wrong.
Still, it feels like AZ was reaching so deep that Avery would never be the same again, a space carved out in his body simply just to take AZ in his throat, forever turned into a sleeve for the older man. That maybe turned him on a bit too much, and dark spots float in his vision as he dizzily opens his eyes, cataloguing a couple of moles just by the side of AZ’s off-white happy trail.
Those spots in his visions swirl as his brain screams for oxygen, and Avery can barely bring his hand up to tap at AZ’s thigh to tell him to pull back, and the rush of oxygen to his brain as AZ’s cock pulls out of his throat, glistening wet with saliva, is comparable to an orgasm on it’s own.
‘Didn’t think you would be able to-’ AZ pants, and Avery smirks sloppily as best as he can around the head of AZ’s cock still in his mouth, pressing a lick over the slit of it and tasting the salt-tang of arousal that pearls out in response.
All that gets him, though, is a pull on his hair as AZ’s thighs tremble, and Avery notes the white-knuckled grip the older man has on the counter beside him. They needed to hurry up, so Avery could get AZ back to a bed and pin him down and ride him into the goddamn sunrise, even if he’s thoroughly enjoying having AZ looming over him like this.
Pulling off the head of AZ’s cock with a lewd slurp that makes his cheeks flush even more than they already were, Avery rasps, ‘Did I do good? Aren’t you gonna fuck my throat ‘til you come?’
AZ closes his eyes and turns his head away, though the potent throb and twitch of his heavy cock answers Avery’s question just as well. This time, Avery reaches out and grasps the base of AZ’s cock, and what he feels there makes his cunt fucking gush between his legs. The start of AZ’s knot was puffing up at the base of his cock, heady and thick, and fuck, he couldn’t have wrapped his hand around the base of AZ’s cock in the first place, but with this knot starting to inflate? Avery would be lucky if he could get both hands around it at full size.
If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come untouched just thinking about it.
AZ crowds over him again, and then he’s sliding into his mouth again and Avery’s eyes flutter at the taste of AZ’s cock on his tongue again. Letting go of the base of AZ’s cock, Avery cedes control and this time, more aware of Avery’s limits - or lack thereof - AZ presses down into his throat faster. Avery’s going to go insane, he swears, because the way AZ just fucking takes what he’s given now, compared to the way he’d held back at the start, the way he’d told Avery he was better off not pursuing this?
Soon, in an addictive thick slide, AZ is filling his throat once more, and then, oh fuck, then he’s moving, and if just having AZ in his throat had felt amazing, AZ fucking his throat was a whole different world of pleasure. Avery dizzily wonders if this felt so good, just how good would it feel if AZ was filling up his cunt?
Shifting as much as he can, pinned back against the countertop, Avery debates if it was worth getting himself off yet, or if it would feel better to come as soon as AZ made an attempt at pushing inside of him.
The smell at the base of AZ’s cock is downright heavily, and Avery huffs for breath as much as he can as AZ continues to move, breathing in - as much as he could, anyways - when AZ bottoms out, and then allowing himself a moment to empty his lungs when AZ pulled back out. Still, even with the controlled rhythm of his breathing, there’s no accounting for the sloppy nature of the desire between them as AZ’s movements break down, becoming more and more desperate as he races towards his peak.
How long had it been since AZ had done something like this?
Now, AZ’s knot slaps lewdly against his face instead of being able to be pushing into his mouth, and while Avery desperately misses the way he could bury his nose in the thick hair at the base of AZ’s cock, the knowledge that his mouth and throat were getting AZ off more than compensated for it.
He felt like a cock sleeve, a toy to be used, and fuck, even though AZ would probably hate that he made Avery feel that way, Avery loved it. AZ was simply desperate to come, the sensation of fucking into the soft, wet heat of Avery’s throat overriding his better thought processes, and it made Avery feel on top of the world. AZ needed to come, though, and the uncharacteristic old Kalosian swear that rattles out of AZ’s chest as he stumbles momentarily tips Avery off.
Reaching out one final time with both hands - at least, Avery hoped, though he’d love to carry this on, it was clear AZ was running out of stamina - Avery grasps as the swelling base of AZ’s cock, and squeezes just so around the girth of his inflating knot.
AZ’s thighs tremble alarmingly, but then he’s stumbling forwards, pinning his weight onto the countertop behind Avery as his cock slams down into his throat, Avery’s lips lewdly pressing against the heartbeat thrum of AZ’s knot as it fully ties and AZ starts to come down his throat.
Avery can’t even think, let alone breathe, as a veritable deluge of cum spills down his throat, the hot throb-pulse of AZ’s cock confined in his throat overwhelming and addictive. Instincts running on overdrive, Avery keens useless around AZ’s cock as his heat flares in the pit of his stomach, and he gushes out slick through the soaked fabric of his boxers, body coming on demand as he fulfils his purpose as a good omega, a cum-dump for his alpha and relief from the torment of his arousal.
AZ moans thickly above him, saying something Avery can barely hear, though he catches enough of it to realise that AZ is rambling about his scent, praising it, succumbing to the blazing arousal of Avery’s first heat as Avery distantly senses AZ starting to fall into his own season, latent rut kickstarting in the face of such an overflow of pheromonal response.
Just as Avery feels like he’s going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, dizzy and overwrought, vision turning black at the corners, AZ starts to pull back with a grunt and a slight wheeze under his breath. As the girth of AZ’s cock clears the passage of his throat, Avery moans thickly, and one last potent pulse of cum bathes his tongue in a salt-musk tang that’s going to stick with him forever.
The rush of oxygen only makes the tail end of his orgasm more intense, and Avery trembles where he’s stood as he finally comes down from his peak, nerves firing off as his cunt throbs, desperate and too empty.
Finally, AZ pulls out of his mouth entirely, and stumbles to the side, and Avery barely has the wherewithal to help AZ turn around so that he can sit on the countertop, hardwood doubtlessly digging in to the back of his thighs as AZ pants and wheezes. Mutely, Avery swallows, and pads over to pick AZ’s cane up and hands it to him, looking up at the older man, who surprisingly makes instant eye contact where before he’d been so avoidant.
Even though AZ needed a break, this was far from the end, and it’s all Avery can do to stop himself from grasping the knotted base of AZ’s heavy cock once more to nuzzle up against it and clean it of the smeared cum and saliva glistening on his skin. AZ takes his cane, and Avery instinctively lets out a pleased little trill, eager and happy that the man he wanted to be his mate was letting him care for him so.
‘You-’ AZ starts, and interrupts himself with a wheeze, thumping his hand against his chest to gain some breath back, ‘maybe you’ll be the long-deserved death of me.’
Not entirely sure what the other man means, his brain running on reduced capacity from his heat - and the smouldering lust he could see in AZ’s eyes along with the rut-tinged spice of his scent - Avery responds.
‘I don’t know about that,’ he says, before he smirks, ‘capable of making it to the lift in a bit? I’ve got some slick-soaked sheets you ought to reprimand me for.’
AZ shudders, and his cock - still knotted, though half hard - twitches, ‘Give me a moment,’ he says, ‘I am nowhere near as young as you are.’
Sensing a note of guilt in AZ’s words, Avery waves him off, ‘That’s what I like about you. Don’t know how long I’m gonna be lucid again for though, so we should probably make a move for it soon. Unless you want the rest of MZ to see you knotting me over the counter.’
AZ groans thickly, dragging his clean hand down his face, and Avery giggles, glad to see that AZ couldn’t deny him any more.