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Robby wasn’t a stupid man.

If asked, he would say he was intelligent. He went to med school and became a physician. He got a job out of school, and has spent his time working since. Sure, he’s had a relationship here and there. Nothing that stuck, because as far as they were concerned Robby was emotionally unavailable. There’s only so many people that are willing to keep fucking an alpha that has no intention of courting and mating them. Especially when biological compatibility was one of the, if not the biggest, leading factors into courtships leading to matings.

Robby knew right from wrong, of course. He knew when it was the right time to break things off with others that were getting too attached. Robby knew to assure them it truly wasn’t them, it was him. He was a self-aware alpha that took responsibility for his actions.

That’s why he knew it was wrong when he took the omega from the bar home.

It wasn’t about taking an omega home. It was about who the omega was, and the fact that Robby still took him home and knotted him and—

Robby had just moved into town, wanting a change. He thinks he’s getting old, he’s feeling old, and the bustle of the city life was beginning to grate on his nerves. The monotonous routine of his everyday life became bleak. Bone deep exhaustion weighed down on his body and loneliness on his heart. It was only after a long conversation with Jack that Robby was talked into making the move to take a break from city life and live elsewhere. Jack told him to call it an ‘indefinite sabbatical’ if it made him feel better. It only kind of did.

It was after careful consideration that he landed himself in Nebraska. He was there briefly, decades ago. One of his friends from college had found himself a mate. They had settled down on a nice plot of land, and Robby’s friend had been building the farmhouse himself for their growing family. He had helped Robby back then, giving him a place to stay in between places, so Robby was more than happy to offer a helping hand when his friend reached out to the group of alphas that were all close during their college days.

There’s not a lot about that summer that Robby remembers other than hammering and hauling materials back and forth. He was only distantly aware that his friend and his mate already had four pups. Two of them were old enough to be trusted with a hammer, and Robby didn’t pay any attention to the other two.

He should have. He should have ingrained it into his brain that Dennis Whitaker was off limits.

He didn’t pay any attention to the pup that had trailed after his one other older brother that had been forbidden from helping out. He didn't pay attention to that pup that watched from afar, observing the working alphas. He didn’t even pay attention to him at dinners when the two mates had treated everyone to a full meal every night that whole week Robby was there.

He was only aware of concepts of that pup. Things like how he’s the youngest, only omega pup after three alphas, and his name starts with a ‘D’ but Robby was too busy thinking about who he was going to be taking to bed from the local bar that night. He does know the pup had blue eyes, because his mother raved about the beauty of them to all the alphas at the table. That’s when Robby truly tuned out anything having to do with the youngest Whitaker.

Decades later, when Robby met those blue eyes he’d never caught before across the bar, he knew he was going to be taking the boy home with him.

Now, sitting at the bar with a glass of bourbon and the beginnings of anticipation filling his gut, he let the omega come to him. He’s spent enough years chasing tail. He knows he’s older and greyer, bigger in the belly than he had been some years ago, but he knows some don’t mind it. Some even like it. So when the omega he’d been making eyes with finally broke away from the wall he’d been leaning against as he entertained conversation with another alpha, Robby sat up a little straighter. He let his legs fall apart a bit more where he’s perched on the barstool, opening his body up for inspection, ridiculously flaunting himself in a way he hasn’t in years.

“I haven’t seen you in here before,” says the voice next to him.

Robby turns with a brow quirked, feeling something in his stomach drop when those big blue eyes are closer than ever. They catch the lights nicely, making them sparkle and look glassy, like marbles depicting the ocean. Robby could drown in them, he thinks. “Haven’t been here long.”

“That’s what I thought,” the omega nods, tilting his head and gesturing at the bartender. He flashes the beta behind the counter a charming smile before turning back to Robby. “I would've found you sooner.”

A hand lands on Robby’s thigh, and he’s quick to pick it up. The omega pouts a bit, pretty pink lips standing out against his pale skin and slight stubble. Robby clicks his tongue, feeling the beginnings of molten heat spread through his core. “How old are you, kid?” He has to ask because the boy looks young. He has that innocent look to him—big eyes blinking at Robby, curls falling over his forehead, mischievous smile. All features that are devastating in this low light. They send a zing! through Robby’s limbs, make him burn a little hotter for reasons other than the alcohol.

The omega rolls his eyes, slyly bringing his and Robby’s hands down until they reach his waist. He presses Robby’s palm there, holding it until Robby’s fingers dig in of their own accord. “I’m twenty-six. Not a kid.”

Jesus, Robby thinks. “I’m old enough to be your father,” he says.

“I wouldn’t be here if I cared,” the omega points out. The bartender slides the boy’s drink of choice over, a shot of something, and the omega downs it at once. He pushes the glass away when he’s done, forcefully turning Robby a bit in his stool as he wrestles his way to stand in between the alpha’s knees. Robby sighs a bit, a telltale feeling of satisfaction at having a pretty thing between his legs, staring up at him. He lets his arms wrap around the omega’s waist, silently thrilled at how compact the omega is under that loose shirt, the surprisingly muscled arms sliding around his shoulders, gently urging their bodies closer. The omega leans in, his nose bumping Robby’s cheek as his fingers slide through his hair. “I don’t think you care either.”

Oh, Robby cares. It’s just no match against his entire body roaring at him to get the omega naked against his sheets.

Robby places a hand on the back of the omega’s head, palm fully covering the boy’s nape. He pulls him back gently, thumb reaching to stroke the boy’s cheek. “Are you drunk?”

The omega shakes his head, a dazzling smile spreading across his face as his teeth bite into his bottom lip. “That was my only drink. For courage.”

Robby hums, his other hand sliding down to rest against the omega’s ass. He gives him a squeeze, relishing in the sigh he gets from it. “Need to tell anyone where you’re going?” The boy shakes his head again, an omegan whine tumbling from his lips as Robby holds him still. It makes him want to croon and claim, alphan instincts rising up inside him with a strength he didn’t know they still had in him at this age. The alpha leans forward, pressing his nose to the omega’s scent gland, letting the scent of arousal fill his nostrils. He laves his tongue over the bit of raised tender skin once, pulling away after the omega jumps a bit, starting to crowd further into Robby’s space like he’s about to climb into his lap right there. 

Normally, he’d be more than happy to let a pretty thing like this keep his lap warm for the night, but the scent of horny omega is leaking out of the little space they’ve made for themselves, and Robby can see other bargoers getting agitated. They eye the omega between his legs up and down, shift back and forth on their feet like they’re going to approach, and it takes everything in Robby not to posture. As old as he is, and as controlled as he’s forced himself into being, he’s still an alpha—still territorial and willing to take a challenge if necessary. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Robby asks the boy, rubbing his hand slowly over the small of his back. The omega sighs right into his ear, and Robby’s alpha is in absolute delight.

“Dennis, but you can keep calling me that.” The omega makes a point of brushing his teeth against the shell of Robby's ear. Suddenly Robby is thrown back two decades. This town, his age, blue eyes, a name starting with ‘D’…

This omega was Dennis Whitaker.

And Robby had him in his arms, little puffs of breath against his temple, sweet scent clogging his nose and rearranging the wires in his brain. 

Robby had one of his oldest friend's sons in his arms, and he was going to fuck him.

Pushing down the crushing feeling of guilt, Robby lets out a winded chuckle, giving Dennis’ ass a firm pat and squeeze. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you somewhere we can have some privacy, hm?” 

Robby slides off the stool, letting Dennis press in close until he’s tucked under Robby’s arm, spreading warmth along the alpha’s side. Robby pulls out his wallet, sliding a wad of bills onto the counter. The omega makes a sound, one hand retracting from where it was wrapped around Robby’s waist to bring out his own wallet. Robby tuts, plucking Dennis’ wallet from his hands and reaching around him to slide it in his back pocket, giving his ass a light slap after. The omega jumps, staring up at him with wide eyes, and suddenly the scent of slick permeates the air. Robby growls low in his throat, resisting the urge to shove his nose in Dennis’ neck and mark him in front of the whole bar. Instead, he grits out a strained “come on”, and leads Dennis out the door with a hand at the small of his back. 

The cool air of the night does little to clear his head and calm him down. It’s hard to, when he’s got a horny, squirming omega standing up on his toes just to swipe his little pink tongue against Robby’s pulsepoint. Robby nearly has to haul the boy to his truck, enjoying the way the omega can’t seem to bring himself away from his scent gland, almost hanging off of the taller man like a keychain. Alphas don’t usually let omegas in close like that, having to know each other much longer, or a claim already being in place but Robby just preens. His alpha is content, practically showing its belly, and the sweet thing hanging off of him seems happy just getting lungfuls of his scent. When Robby goes for the handle of the passenger door, there’s a hand reaching up to push gently on his face, urging him to turn his head. When he does, Dennis is staring up at him with pleading eyes, and Robby is more than happy to oblige in anything the omega could want. 

So he follows the gentle pull Dennis gives him, their lips meeting in the middle. The alpha guides Dennis to lean back against the door, mouths opening, tongues sliding against each other. Robby’s hands go for the omega’s hips, grabbing and pulling the boy up against his front. Dennis lets out a whine, legs parting to let Robby nudge his knee between them, immediately rocking down onto it and reaching his hands up to fist into the alpha’s hair. Robby growls against the omega’s lips, licks into his mouth before he lets his sharp canines tug on the tender flesh of Dennis’ bottom lip.

“Take me home,” Dennis whispers into his mouth.

Robby groans in agreement, forcing himself to release one of his hands from the omega’s waist, unlocking the passenger door to usher Dennis into the seat. He goes after a slight struggle, disconnecting from Robby’s arms and mouth with a nip to the alpha’s own bottom lip. Robby makes sure he’s fully into the truck before closing the door, ignoring the throbbing of his cock. This hard already just from some kissing and grinding. He really shouldn’t be getting hard this fast at his age, hasn’t in years, especially considering who he’s doing this with.

The guilt that tried to claw its way up his throat once more was no match against how much he wanted to fuck Dennis Whitaker.

The drive to Robby’s newly purchased cottage is relatively tame. He keeps one big hand splayed across Dennis’ thigh, occasionally squeezing just to get a reaction out the omega. Dennis’ fingers trace a light path up and down his arm, occasionally placing his hand on Robby’s and squeezing it. They trade light conversation, and Robby takes advantage of the tight space to take deep breaths through his mouth, letting the scent of slick sit heavy on his tongue, filing it into the hind part of the brain that labels it as ‘ideal’ and ‘perfect’. Distantly, his cock pulses against his leg, but he continues to ignore it in favor of listening to Dennis talk. Some of that confidence from the bar is slowly giving way to anxiousness and anticipation, if the squirming he’s doing in his seat is any indication. 

Robby can’t wait to wring it all out of him until he’s boneless.

When they make it to his place, Robby practically carries the omega from the truck. Dennis is giggling sweetly into his neck, enjoying the playful nips and kisses Robby is leaving up and down his neck as they shuffle to the door. Things speed up once they’re through the entrance and in the foyer. Their lips barely separate, feet and legs tangling as they stumble their way to the bedroom. Robby silently scolds himself for not joining Jack for more gym sessions, because he has a primal need to pick Dennis up and keep lifting until his nose meets the omega’s groin and he can put his mouth on him. 

By the time Robby gets the omega in his bed Dennis is already shirtless, moving faster than Robby would like, and Robby has to forcibly remove the omega’s hands from where they’re urging the alpha’s own shirt up. “Slow down, baby,” Robby soothes him, running the back of his hand over Dennis’ cheek, hooking the back of his head to pull him up and into a wet kiss. He pulls back, letting his hand drift back to grip Dennis by the jaw, cheeks squeezed a bit in his grip. “What are you in such a rush for? I wanna take my time with you.”

“Just—” Dennis whines in frustration against his mouth, “Just wanna get you in me.”

The alpha croons, gentle and teasing. “Yeah? You all wet for me?” Dennis nods quickly, and Robby chuckles at the enthusiasm. “You loose already then?” Dennis tries to nod again but Robby tightens his grip on jaw, forcing the omega into the motion of shaking it instead. “No, I don’t think so. Pants off and lay back. Let me see you.”

Dennis does as he’s told, shimmying his pants and underwear down his legs, before scooting back on the bed and laying down. Robby drinks in the sight of him, his little cock standing at attention, flushed against the pudge of his stomach. Right under it, his cunt is glistening with slick, the folds pink and plush. Robby just barely bites down a growl at the sight, shuffling onto the bed with his knees, leaning down until he’s hovering over the boy.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Robby tells him, letting their lips brush as he speaks. Dennis keens, back arching up in an attempt to get his body closer to Robby’s. “Can I touch you, pretty baby?”

“Please,” Dennis whispers, pleads.

Robby doesn’t make him wait any longer. He lets his hands roam down the omega’s body—notes every shiver, the goosebumps that rise from his skin in response. Dennis’ legs fall apart when the alpha brushes over his small cock, hips lifting up to entice Robby. “Ah ah ah,” Robby cuts the movement off, pushing down on the omega’s hips to keep him pressed to the bed, “Lay back. I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.”

“What I want is for you to get on with it already,” Dennis huffs. He’s opened up beautifully and eagerly under Robby’s hands, but his whiny tone and heaving chest gives away just how worked up he is. 

Robby just chuckles, pushing one of Dennis’ legs towards his chest, moving his other hand to the omega’s cock. Dennis lets out a slight yelp as Robby gives it a condescending squeeze. “I thought you were gonna be good for me, sweetheart.”

“And I thought you were gonna be more than just talk. Clearly I was—”

Robby promptly plunges two fingers into his cunt, making the omega cry out as he stretches the walls of his pussy. He gives the little cock in his hand a slow pull, Dennis’ body lifting with it before dropping back to push onto Robby’s fingers. He seems to be stuck, just mindlessly rocking his hips back and forth as Robby glides his fingers in and out, desperate for Robby to give him more. He’s leaking enough slick that it’s already starting to creep down to Robby’s forearm, and if the alpha didn’t know better he’d think he had an omega in heat in his bed. It’s almost too easy to slip a third finger in, relishing in the throaty groan Dennis lets out, body dropping down onto the mattress in defeat as he’s finally filled up a bit more, the alpha readying his cunt for the stretch of his cock.

“There we go, sweetheart,” Robby soothes him, letting go of the omega’s cock to spread open his thighs even more, “Now you’re getting what you want. Gonna be hearing less lip from you, hm?” 

Dennis gives him a nod, lidded eyes gazing down at Robby. “Still want you,” the omega whines. He props himself up onto his elbows, giving Robby a heated gaze filled with determination. “Can I suck you off?”

Robby slows his movements, letting his fingers caress gently against the walls of the omega’s pussy. He pretends to think about it, halfmindedly rubbing against that spot in the omega that makes him leak more slick down the alpha’s arm. The omega’s mouth drops open, a loud moan bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, and suddenly Robby needs to see Dennis on his knees with Robby’s cock filling his mouth. He gives Dennis’ hole a few more thorough pumps with his fingers, only removing them when he’s decided the omega is loose enough. Dennis whines through the process, but seems to accept that Robby will be the one to determine when he’s ready. The amount of slick Dennis is leaking will alleviate any remaining resistance anyways.

“Whatever you want, sweet boy,” Robby replies. He sits back on his haunches, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking a long line across his palm, collecting a large mouthful of slick onto his tongue. Dennis moans loud as he watches, his little dick giving a valiant twitch. Robby’s own cock is throbbing against his thigh, making itself more and more known as Robby practically licks his hand clean. He swipes his arm across his mouth when he’s done, effectively smearing any remaining slick into his beard—a primitive form of scent marking he’s never indulged in before, but Dennis is something special. Dennis makes the hind part of his brain rear up and fight tooth and nail for the reins.

The alpha stands back, looming above Dennis on the bed, finally yanking his shirt up and over his head. Dennis scrambles up onto his knees, shuffling forward and getting within reach to put his hands on Robby, greedy fingers running through the thick hair on Robby’s chest and stomach. He’s not very helpful, his hands getting in the way of Robby’s as the alpha tries to undo his belt. Robby just chuckles, arms coming up in surrender as he lets the omega have his way. Dennis trills in victory, undoing the clasp of the alpha’s belt and yanking it out of the loops. Robby just runs his hand through Dennis’ curls as the boy pulls Robby’s pants and boxers down his legs. The alpha’s cock nearly knocks into the omega’s nose from how fast it jumps out once free from the confines. As Dennis leans forward to get his mouth on it, Robby stops him with his hand on his jaw. Robby runs his thumb along the omega’s bottom lip, watching them part just slightly at the touch. Dennis stares up at him, waiting patiently for Robby’s next move. 

“Open wider,” Robby tells him, soft but firm. Dennis does, lips parting far enough that Robby’s thumb slips right in between them, pressing down onto his tongue. The omega’s lips try to close around it, but Robby hooks his thumb right behind his bottom teeth and yanks gently, opening his jaw wider. “Keep it open.” He pulls his head back for a second, collecting the moisture in his mouth before leaning back over Dennis and spitting directly onto his tongue. The omega moans so loudly Robby can barely hear himself say “don’t swallow” as he moves Dennis’ head forward and presses his cock to the omega’s lips. Dennis just sits there, sweet and obedient, keeping his mouth open and eyes on Robby as the alpha slowly rubs his cock across his wet tongue.

Dennis lets out a throaty sound as Robby rocks his hips, shallowly fucking his cock deeper and deeper into the omega’s mouth with each thrust. He sets a slow pace, leisurely fucking in and out, relishing in the muffled moans that vibrate against his cock. The omega’s tongue rubs against the vein on the underside of his dick, making Robby groan and his hips kick forward. He coos when Dennis gags from Robby’s fat cockhead hitting the back of his throat, and the alpha pets a hand over Dennis’ curls to calm him. The omega adjusts himself on his knees, hands coming up to hold onto Robby’s thighs, recklessly trying to push Robby’s cock farther in despite gagging. Robby tuts, hand fisting into Dennis’ hair to pull him off, ignoring the frustrated whine he gets in response. 

Robby slaps his cock chidingly against Dennis’ lips. “You either let me set the pace, or you don’t get it at all. You hear me?” The omega nods, opening up wide again to let Robby feed his cock back into his mouth. He’s much better behaved this time, patiently letting Robby’s cock push a little bit deeper with each thrust. Eventually, his cock nestles into his throat, bringing tears to the omega’s eyes that leak down his full cheeks. Robby shushes him, brushing the wetness away and stroking his hair. “There you go,” Robby praises, smiling as he meets Dennis’ glistening eyes, “Good boy.” 

Dennis clearly likes that, if the way his throat loosens even further as he keens is any indicator. Robby can smell a fresh wave of slick hit the air, and he takes in an audible breath of air. Dennis blinks up at him, and Robby groans as he pushes forward, forcing the omega to take his cock until his nose nestles into the hair at the base. Robby keeps him there with a hand on the back of his neck, greedily memorizing the wet warmth around his cock, the squeeze of the boy’s throat as he swallows around the intrusion, the filthy sounds of the thrusts and swallowing. And Dennis’ mouth feels good—perfect even, but Robby doesn’t know how much longer he can go without burying himself balls deep into the omega’s cunt. He regretfully starts to pull out, popping out from Dennis’ shining lips with a trail of spit. He takes a moment to rub the head of his cock across the omega’s mouth, letting the sweet thing’s tongue dart out to lick up the slit and precum leaking from it.

“You ready for me to fuck you now, sweetheart?” Dennis nods eagerly, preening a bit as Robby brushes his hands over his cheeks. Robby collects the remaining spit and precum spread across his chin, pushing it back into Dennis’ mouth with his fingers. He hums in satisfaction as the omega sucks the digits clean. He doesn’t know what exactly compels him to say what he says next. He thinks it’s his alphan instincts winning control, insistent in a way Robby hasn’t experienced for years. “Good. Present then.”

The omega doesn’t even hesitate at the primal demand, something not usually practiced during sex unless there’s an ongoing courtship or cycle. He just turns and crawls farther up the bed, pulling a pillow down to press the side of his face into as he gets into position. Dennis’ back bends, his ass sticking out into the air for Robby’s approval—his legs spread to let his little cock hang down, cunt and thighs glistening where the slick has run down. The alpha groans in approval, reaching out to spread those leaking folds with his thumbs. Dennis pushes his ass back into his hands, letting out a little noise of encouragement when Robby squeezes the globes of his cheeks in his palms. Robby leans in close, just letting the warm air of his breath tease Dennis’ hole, smirking when his cock jumps.

“After I’m done fucking you nice and full,” Robby pauses to lick a long stripe from the base of the omega’s dick to his loose hole, making Dennis yelp and body jump in Robby’s hands, swallowing down the slick collected on his tongue, “I’m gonna taste you properly.” Robby looks up from his cunt meeting the omega’s eyes, the unfiltered need swimming in that endless blue. “Yeah. I made you wait long enough. Didn’t I, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” Dennis moans, half of his face pressed half into the pillow, “Fuck. Fuck me. Please.”

Robby pulls back with one last lick across his lips, moving forward on his knees to press up behind Dennis. He reaches down, swiping a big hand across the omega’s cunt, collecting slick to spread across his cock. Robby gives himself a few good pulls before he presses his cock to the omega’s hole. The alpha pushes in slowly, letting the omega’s hole stretch gradually around his cock. They both groan at the feeling, Dennis melting into the mattress as Robby’s cock slides in. Soon he’s fully seated, cock buried to the hilt, and Robby has to brace himself against the bed from the blazing heat of the omega’s tight hole. Robby had taken his time and careful effort to get Dennis nice and open, but the omega is like a vice around him still, clenching rhythmically.

“Fuck,” he grits out, “You’re so fucking tight. Ease up, honey.”

“Feels nice,” Dennis whines, hips swiveling a bit as he tries to get more comfortable with Robby’s cock spearing him open. They both moan at the feeling, Robby’s hands coming up from the mattress to grip Dennis’ ass with one and his nape with the other.

“I know, sweetheart, but you gotta let me move so I can make you feel good.” Robby slowly pulls his hips back, thick cock sliding out inch by inch, making the omega whine in despair. Robby shushes him the whole way, thumb rubbing across his neck and lightly massaging the scent gland. Dennis’ hole spasms around the fat head of his cock, and Robby barely restrains himself from slamming back in on instinct. “Fuck. Good boy. You ready, baby?”

“Uh huh,” Dennis reaches up to grip the pillow under his head, looking back at Robby with those big blue eyes that make the alpha melt. They also make him finally thrust forward, fucking his cock into Dennis nice and hard—hard enough that his balls slap with a wet sound from the slick dripping out of the omega. It punches a little “ah!” out of Dennis when Robby’s cock fucks deep into him, and it spurs Robby on, hungry to see what other sounds he can pull out of the boy.

He doesn’t give Dennis much time to adjust to the pace. He’s been teasing the poor thing for so long, and Robby hasn’t even let him come once to hold him over. The omega is trying and failing to muffle each moan that gets forced out of him. Robby can barely his own groans and huffs, the wet slap of his balls each time he fucks into Dennis, slick dripping down between their bodies and onto the bed. The alpha grits his teeth, a growl erupting out of him with each reminder of how soaking wet the omega is. His cock has a smooth glide in and out once Dennis has stopped clenched around him like he doesn’t want the alpha’s cock to leave, making it all the more easy to fuck as hard and as deep as he wants into Dennis’ cunt. The omega is warm and heavenly around him, squeezing in pulses and Robby can’t help but spill praise about it.

“This fucking hole,” he bites out, and Dennis lets out a cry as Robby screws his hips forward, pushing Dennis’ face back into the pillow, “You’re so tight around me, baby. Feeling good?” Dennis doesn’t really answer him, or at least doesn’t give him an answer more coherent than his muffled “unh unh unhs” from each rough fuck of Robby’s cock into him. But Robby wants to hear him say it, hear him say how much he’s enjoying the cock spreading him open and making slick practically form a puddle under their legs. 

So Robby moves his hand from his nape to his hair, yanking on the curls and making Dennis’ back arch, Robby’s cock nestling just a bit deeper. He cries out, hands flailing around the pillow he’s been treating as a lifeline for a second before fisting into the sheets to hold himself up. “I asked you a question.”

Dennis turns his head to look at him, mouth dropped open and letting a soft moan slip out as Robby grinds his hips. “Feels good,” Dennis answers, “Wanna kiss you.”

Robby coos, pulling out of Dennis and ignoring the omega when he lets out a shrill whine. “You’re cute.” The alpha lets his hands wrap around the boy’s hips, flipping him onto his back and grinning down at the sight of him. He wasted no time in plunging his cock back in, relishing in the cry Dennis makes before leaning down to capture his lips.

Their tongues slide together, lips rubbing wet and messy, saliva clicking between them. Robby starts moving again, deep and slow at first before gradually picking up their pace, letting Dennis pant and cry against his mouth. Robby swallows every other moan, hindbrain seemingly obsessed with wanting to eat the boy alive. Dennis' arms wind around his neck, fingers tangling into the hair on the back of Robby’s head. The alpha pistons his cock into the boy’s cunt, balls slapping against his ass, each thorough thrust squeezing a noise out of Dennis. Fire licks through his body, leaving a trail of blazing white-hot heat wherever they touch. 

Robby’s so distracted by how fucking good Dennis feels around him that he nearly misses the sore ache starting around the base of his cock.

“Oh, fuck—” Robby gasps, hips kicking harshly before he starts to pull back, “Fuck. One second, honey.”

“No,” Dennis whines petulantly from beneath him. “Give it to me. I wan’ it.” 

Robby shakes his head, struggling to think past the heels that press against his ass, urging him forward again. There’s nothing he wants more than to sink his knot into this pretty omega, keep him locked on it until it takes. Until Dennis’ belly swells from his spend and only proceeds to get bigger for months. Robby’s thick knot presses against Dennis’ wet hole, and they both gasp at the sensation. Robby grits out, “You’re not thinking straight.”

“It’s mine,” Dennis bites back, legs locking around Robby’s hips, “‘s my knot.” He gives one strong, final pull and forcefully shoves Robby’s knot into his cunt. They both cry out, Dennis’ hole spasming around him before Robby feels the wet splash against his belly and pelvis—slick squirts out from the omega’s hole around his cock, a pathetic amount of cum petering off into a dribble from the head of Dennis’ cock. 

Robby shoves his nose into the omega’s neck, huffing open mouthed against his scent gland, letting his tongue and sharp canines drag over the tender spot. “Come on,” Dennis urges him, letting his hands fall to grip Robby’s ass and guide him into moving again, “Keep going. Want you to fill me up. Need it.”

Robby growls, giving him a small nip before doing just that. He rocks his hips, letting his cock grind in deep, knot pulling against Dennis’ hole but never popping out. It’s properly locked in now, and there’s no place for his cum to go except into Dennis’ womb. After a few more shallow thrusts, he’s spilling deep into the omega, trying his hardest not to preen as the boy trills a happy and content sound, sounding pleased and sated, rubbing Robby’s alpha’s ego dangerously. He’s moaning “Robby, Robby, Robby” with each twitch of the alpha’s cock, reaching up to keep the man’s nose pressed to his scent gland.

“God,” Robby exhales into the sweaty skin, laving his tongue across the raised skin to taste the salt, “You took it so beautifully, baby.” Dennis sighs under him, tilting his head to expose his neck even more. Robby wastes no time sticking his nose farther in, taking a deep lungful of sated and bred omega. Then he catches the slight undertone of unmistakable heat in the boy’s scent, and yanks his head away in shock. “You… you’re—” Dennis just whines, trying to pull on Robby’s hair to bring him back closer to his neck. “Dennis. Dennis, you’re going into heat. We need to get you home.”

Home. Dennis’ home. Where he might still possibly be living with his father, Robby’s friend.

Fuck.

“I wanna stay,” Dennis pleads, craning his head up to brush his lips across Robby’s own scent gland. He huffs hot, wet breaths into it, blunt omegan canines brushing against the skin. “Please. Please, I want you. I need you, Robby.” He keeps whispering into Robby’s neck, making the alpha grunt as he clenches around his knot. “You’re taking such good care of me. I don’t wanna go,” and he moves his lips so they’re brushing against Robby’s own now. Dennis peppers soft, pleading kisses against his mouth and jaw, whimpering and whispering about how good Robby felt, how happy he made him—each word and whimper beating against Robby’s composure, his fight to be responsible and not spend a flash heat with an omega he took home for a one night stand.

“Baby, I-I can’t. We can’t,” he stresses, letting his forehead drop against Dennis’ collarbone, his tongue darting out of its own volition to get a taste of the skin there. His mind is racing, trying to figure out why Dennis is going into heat. He didn’t smell like preheat at the bar, Robby would’ve immediately taken the omega to his own home instead and left before something happened that they’d both regret. Robby hasn’t spent a heat with an omega in nearly fifteen years. Dennis didn’t even have a bag with him. The omega brought his eager body, his phone, and his wallet. Robby doesn’t have food stored up, water bottles ready, no changes of clothes for Dennis, no biteguard in case Dennis preferred one, let alone contraceptives to prevent a pregnancy. 

But Dennis is gently rolling his hips now, squeezing around Robby’s slowly deflating knot with his tight walls. “You can,” Dennis tells him, guiding the alpha’s head back into his neck, “We can.”

They stay like that for a bit, slowly grinding and getting each other worked up again. Robby’s knot eventually deflates to the point where he can start shallowly slipping his cock back in and out, a rush of slick and seed escaping Dennis’ cunt with each thrust. The omega is impossible to resist, panting into Robby’s ears and singing praises, whining as more cum leaks out from between Robby’s cock and his hole. He’s saying things like “more, more, give me more” and “need you to fill me up again”, crumbling the last bits of Robby’s self control, making the alpha dedicate his full effort into thrusting in again, even if his cock isn’t entirely hard.

It doesn’t take long though. Dennis’ heat scent fills Robby’s greedy lungs, his gritted teeth pressed flat against the omega’s gland, right over where he wants to sink his teeth into and hold the flesh until the mating claim takes. He’s mindlessly pumping his sensitive cock into Dennis, trying not to let his hindbrain take over in thinking about how many more loads he’s going to be filling Dennis with until the flash heat is over. He doesn’t know if he’ll even be able to keep up at his age, doesn’t know if he’ll be able to give Dennis his knot every time. He just keeps fucking in and out, slow and sure, grunting and growling into Dennis’ skin until the sensitivity lessens and is replaced by the drive to sate his omega in heat. 

Robby leans back and reaches down to grip the underside of Dennis’ knees, pushing them up until they almost touch his chin, bending the boy nearly in half. Dennis cries out as Robby’s cock slides in deeper, reaching out to hold onto his own legs and keep himself in position. 

“Yeah. Yeah, please,” Dennis pants, gazing up at Robby with his big teary eyes, mouth hung open in pleasure, “Breed me. Please. I want it. Need you to fill me up. Come on, I can take it—”

The alpha cuts off his babbling with a hard thrust, bracing his arms on the bed as he truly starts drilling into Dennis’ cunt. Loud wet slaps fill the room, only accompanied by wordless growling and moaning. Robby goes between watching Dennis’ face scrunch up in pleasure, and his little cock slapping wetly against his belly. He keeps fucking into him, wanting to pull every little noise out of the omega, wanting Dennis’ hole to remember the shape of him. He wants to lodge his cock so deep inside of Dennis that the omega has no choice but to get pregnant. Dennis suddenly clenches up, little cock shooting out a minimal amount of cum, slick leaking out in large globs around Robby’s cock. Robby keeps fucking him through it, ignoring the hands clawing his shoulders and back, digging in and raking sharply across the skin. 

“You come already, baby?” Robby teases, not even giving Dennis room to respond as he keeps pounding into him. If he’s going to get Dennis through this flash heat with little to no preparation, he’s going to need to make the best out of each orgasm. “You gonna give me another one?” Dennis nods deliriously, a line of drool leaking from his mouth where it’s mindlessly dropped open, moans spilling out freely. Robby leans down to lick up the line of saliva, pushing it back into Dennis’ mouth with a sloppy kiss. “Good boy.”

Dennis’ piercing cry rings in his ears, and it’s worth it to feel the wet splash of slick squirting out and coating his skin and cock. Robby keeps sliding his dick in and out, trying his best to make sure it doesn’t slip out from how slippery the omega’s hole has become. “Oh, what a messy, sweet boy you are,” Robby says, nuzzling his nose into Dennis’ wet cheek, easing his hard thrusts into a slow roll of his hips, “I’m gonna have to clean you up. Would you like that? Want your alpha to clean up all the slick you're giving him, honey?”

The omega seems speechless, truly fucked out on Robby’s cock, and it’s exactly what Robby wanted to see from the start. The omega answers with a small “uh huh”, and Robby grins. He gives Dennis’ slack mouth one last peck before pulling away, helping the boy gently lower his legs to the mattress. “Think you can hold yourself up?”

Dennis seems confused, but nods. “Think so.”

“Good.” Robby reaches out to haul Dennis up against him by his waist. The alpha lands on his back on the bed, keeping a tight grip on Dennis’ hips. He pulls him forward, making the omega shuffle on his knees until his little cock and wet pussy are hovering over Robby’s face. Dennis’ face is completely flushed, and he’s staring down at Robby with something akin to shock and embarrassment. “You getting shy on me, honey?” Dennis shakes his head, “Then sit.”

Dennis lowers his hips with a whine that turns into a squeak as Robby’s hungry tongue takes a large swipe to lick up the slick coating Dennis’ lips. He laps it up like he hasn’t had a sip of water in days, greedy and desperate. The alpha gets lost in the scent and taste, tongue mapping out every centimeter of heated skin, gulping down slick like he’s drinking it. His tongue teases Dennis’ hole, easily being able to slip the muscle in and out with how loose the omega is. Slick and Robby’s own cum leaks out, his tongue scooping the mix up in globs and swallowing it down. Robby’s big hands frame the boy’s ass, squeezing and guiding him into rocking his hips until Dennis starts chasing the pleasure on his own.

“Oh—” Dennis moans, reaching down to pull furiously at his little cock with the hand he hasn’t buried in Robby’s hair, “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Robby. You’re gonna—you’re gonna make me come already. Wait. Robby, Robby—”

Robby licks him through his orgasm, slick clumping the hairs of his beard together, running down his chin to his neck, coating his lower face entirely in Dennis’ wetness. He doesn’t stop, determined to wring another out, even if he has to hold Dennis down to do so. He moves his arms up to lock them around Dennis’ thighs framing his head, diving into his soaked cunt with a renewed fervish, hot tongue fucking into his hole, selfish and predator-like, and Dennis’ cries are bouncing off the walls now. He’s gripping onto Robby’s hair with both hands, hips jerking as he mindlessly rides Robby tongue until slick squirts harshly out of him once more. 

Robby gulps it down, keeping Dennis’ pussy pressed flat against his face as Robby’s tongue swipes up whatever slick didn’t make it to his mouth. The omega’s legs shake around his head, his lower half twitching in Robby’s hold. His weight slowly gets heavier and heavier as he pants above Robby, and the alpha just barely has time to reach up and ease Dennis’ body onto the bed as he loses his strength and goes boneless. He practically melts onto the mattress, chest still heaving as he stares at Robby with clouded eyes. The alpha reaches out, petting the back of his hand down the omega’s cheek.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Robby tells him softly, “Lay there for a minute, I’ll be right back. I promise." He makes good on his word, lifting himself off the bed and rushing to the bathroom in record time. The alpha cleans off the wetness coating his face to his chest, but succumbs to the instinct telling him to rub Dennis’ slick into his scent gland. He scoops up a thick coating onto his fingers, massaging the wetness across his gland. Robby tells himself it’s more for Dennis’ comfort during the flash heat than himself, but doesn’t quite manage to believe it. He grabs the softest towel he has and makes his way back to the bed to gently wipe up the remnants of slick between the omega’s thighs, and the cum splattered on his belly. Dennis barely stirs, only whining a bit at the jostling before curling back around Robby’s pillow.

Robby takes the chance to head into the kitchen and pantry and scrounge up any food and water he can find to last them through however long this flash heat will take. Dennis is sated for now, but Robby knows it will only last so long. Soon his omega will be craving a knot again, and Robby never likes to see his partners suffer more than they need to (or more than he makes them). He’ll try his best to make sure at least a proper meal or two is forced into the boy while he’s in Robby’s care. The alpha makes his way back into the bedroom with an armful of supplies, and leaves them within arms reach of the bed. Dennis is already reaching for him when he looks to the omega, and Robby sighs as he accepts the lapful of omega that crawls onto him as soon as he sits down. 

“How are you feeling?” Robby asks him, nuzzling his nose into the spot behind Dennis’ ear, “You with me?”

“Yeah,” Dennis answers sweetly, arms winding around his shoulders. He sticks his own nose into Robby’s scent gland, taking a deep breath and rubbing his nose across the skin to cover Robby in his smell, as if Robby wasn’t already coated in Dennis’ heat scent and slick. “You smell good.”

Robby chuckles warmly, “I smell like you.”

“Mhm, that's why you smell good,” Dennis quips, lightly digging his canines into Robby’s neck before unlatching. 

Robby gives his ass a light slap in reprimand, pulls Dennis even tighter against him. He gets the omega to pull back briefly to drain half a bottle of water, refusing to finish the second half of a granola bar Robby had to handfeed him before he’s diving back in to attach his face to Robby’s neck. The alpha asks, “Wanna sleep a bit before the next wave?” and Dennis nods into his neck. Robby wastes no time in reclining back into the pillows, keeping Dennis tucked tight into his front. Dennis settles against him with a happy trill, nose seemingly stuck to Robby’s scent gland. The omega quickly drifts off, nose puffing out steady breaths against Robby’s skin. It’s not until Robby’s own eyes have been shut for a few minutes and he nearly starts dozing that a realization sends a chill down his spine and his eyes shoot back open.

Dennis had said his name. He had said ‘Robby’ multiple times.

And Robby never gave him his name.

Which means Dennis must know who he is in some capacity, despite them never meeting. Dennis must know that Robby knows his father. He’s aware of Robby’s existence despite the alpha not having set foot in Nebraska for two decades.

Dennis knew who Robby was and he went home with him anyways. He let Robby fuck his throat, knot him, make him come multiple times, and squirt so much Robby thinks he might have to buy a different mattress once this flash heat is over with.

Guilt and shame crawl up his throat, and his arms tighten around Dennis. He feels slightly sick. He should’ve had more control, he should’ve been more responsible. Who the hell takes someone home knowing they don’t have any condoms? Robby is in his 50’s, he knows better. He should have never taken Dennis Whitaker home with him.

But then he starts thinking of those blue eyes that Robby finds himself struggling to take in air when looking into. He thinks about that sweet scent that blossoms under Robby’s attention. He thinks about how Dennis’ body melds against his own, fitting perfectly into his arms. He thinks how it feels like Dennis is meant to be there, like he’s been there the whole time tucked tight against his chest with his nose in Robby’s neck and Robby’s bite mark on his neck and—

Robby knows what this is. They’re biologically compatible. 

Every cell in their body matches perfectly with the other, the atoms in their skin ache to be pressed against the other’s, their bodies yearn to touch and be touched by the other. Their alphan and omegan instincts have been haywire all night because they’ve been subconsciously trying to prove to the other man that they're a worthy mate. Dennis’ omega went into a flash heat to entice Robby’s alpha. Robby popped a knot for the first time outside of a rut in a decade.

Fuck. 

They’ll be lucky if they make it out of this unmated.

He holds Dennis a little bit closer, breathes him in just a little bit deeper. Lets the omega’s scent that he’s grown concerningly attached to in such a short amount of time filter through his nose and soothe the panic starting to build in his chest. He tries not to think about the fact that he might have to let Dennis go after this. Tries not to think about how it sinks like a heavy rock into his gut, makes his chest hurt in a way he’s never felt with any previous partners he’s ended things with. He brushes his nose to the side of Dennis’ head, burying into sweaty curls, letting the gentle purr from the boy settle his racing mind. 

Robby lets the knowledge that he has the person most suitable for him, dictated by biology and impossible to deny, carry him to sleep. 

Robby wakes up to slight jostling and the feeling of rocking as if he was on a boat.

When he cracks his eyes open, he’s met with the sight of Dennis straddling one of his thighs and dragging his wet cunt across it. He’s clearly been at it awhile, a hand wrapped around his angry red cock, face flushed down to his chest from exertion. The poor thing looks like he’s about to blow, teary eyed and mouth hung open letting out frustrated little grunts. It wakes Robby up fast, alert and ready to attend.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Robby rasps, forcing the last grasp sleep had on him away, one arm going behind his head to prop his neck up to better watch. “Can’t come?”

“Can’t,” Dennis confirms with a whine, a little pathetic and plenty desperate, “Need your cock. Need you in me.”

Robby pretends to consider it, tilting his head to watch as the omega grinds down with fretful little thrusts against Robby’s thigh and quick pulls of his dick. “I don’t know. You’re giving me such a good show.”

“Robby.” His name is bit out with just barely a hint of growl, snappish and impatient. Robby thrills a little at it, wanting to know how far he could push Dennis before the omega really snaps at him. But he knows now isn’t the time to experiment. Not when he has such a sweet boy over him, looking at Robby like the alpha is the only one who can help him.

The fact that Robby is the only one able to help Dennis right now sends a rush of blood straight to his cock.

“Okay, baby. I’m sorry,” Robby surrenders, “C’mere, let’s get you taken care of.” He reaches both hands out, planting them around Dennis’ hips when the omega moves close enough. Dennis wastes no time in giving Robby’s cock a few tugs, slathering it in slick before he drops his hips, sliding right down on Robby’s cock and letting out a happy trill. Robby lets out a grunt, his cock still getting with the program while Dennis has already started moving.

It becomes very clear that he has been worked up for awhile, because it takes only a few minutes of bouncing himself on Robby’s cock for him to come, little cock shooting off and tangling in the hair on Robby’s stomach. His hands slam down onto Robby’s chest, making the alpha grunt at the force behind it. Dennis’ hips don’t stop moving though, he still grinds back and forth and works himself into overstimulation, legs and hips twitching where stays seated on Robby’s cock. 

It takes a pitiful cry from his mouth for Robby to intervene, pushing himself up and getting a hand around Dennis’ nape. “Easy, baby,” he croons, “Slow down for a second. What do you need from me?”

“Need—” Dennis huffs out, nuzzling his face forward to press his nose to Robby’s cheek as he slowly rocks his hips. “Can you—ah, can you knot me?”

“‘Course I can,” Robby soothes, giving the omega’s nape a squeeze. “How can I resist giving such a sweet boy what he wants, hm? Especially when he asks so nicely.”

Dennis nods against his face, their lips catching for a kiss that makes Robby’s heart skip a beat, even at his age. “I’m real sweet.”

“I agree,” Robby chuckles into his mouth, giving his lip a brief bite before releasing him. “How do you want it?”

Dennis pulls himself off Robby’s cock with a mournful whine, but he moves with single-minded determination as he turns his back to Robby and drops to his elbows and knees. He looks back, an expectant look on his face as he raises his ass higher, legs spreading that little bit more to show off his dripping cunt, presenting perfectly for the alpha. Robby doesn’t make him wait any longer, just as eager to shove his knot in again, get Dennis locked tight around him like he always should be. He heaves himself to his knees, cock gravitating towards Dennis’ pussy like he’s being pulled by an invisible rope, cock easily sliding in to the hilt. They let out matching moans, bodies lighting up with liquid fire coursing through their veins and heating their skin.

“Oh, you’re so good,” Robby tells him, moving slow and sweet, taking his time to let the ache around the base of his cock grow and thicken. “I think this hole will remember the shape of me when we’re done. Don’t you?” 

He’s not really looking for an answer, but Dennis offers one anyway. “Yeah,” he whines out at a particularly deep thrust, “Never—mmh, never want you to leave.”

“Oh? You gonna keep me warm forever?” Robby asks, tone honey sweet and warm, “Gonna be wet and loose, ready whenever I need you?”

“Yes!” Dennis cries out, slamming back on Robby’s cock for emphasis. “Wanna be yours.”

A growl escapes Robby’s throat, his fingertips digging into Dennis’ skin until he’s sure there will be bruises left behind. He can feel himself slipping with every wet slap of his hips into Dennis’ ass, with every pulse of his slowly expanding knot, with every needy whine tumbling from the omega’s lips. “Yeah? Want my bite?”

“Please,” Dennis answers immediately. It’s accompanied by full honesty, Robby can smell it on him under the sweet heat scent. “Please, please, please.”

Robby groans at the pleas, body dropping until he’s pressed flat over Dennis’ back, forcing the boy’s body against the bed. Dennis' cheek is smushed against the covers, drool sliding from his mouth and dampening the sheet under him. Robby snakes a hand around the omega’s chest, teasingly brushing his nipple before it locks around his throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just keeps a firm pressure that has Dennis keening. The alpha can feel his canines aching in his mouth, saliva collecting and nearly spilling out as he gives up his final mental battle with himself to keep fighting temptation.

Because Dennis is still chanting “please, please, Robby” and bending one of his legs at the knee so Robby can slide his cock impossibly deeper, knot starting to tease the omega's hole. Because Dennis’ scent is screaming how he really feels, even without all the begging he’s doing. His omega is calling out for Robby, his alpha, to fuck him and mate him and claim him how their biology wants them to. And Robby doesn’t want to resist anymore.

So he doesn’t.

He lets his jaw close over Dennis’ mating gland, canines piercing the skin and sinking in at the same time as he shoves his knot fully into Dennis. The omega lets out an ear-splitting cry, tinged with happiness and triumph, victorious in the act of finally being claimed like he wanted to be. 

And there’s nothing quite like feeling that mating bond snap into place as it establishes. Robby thinks he can feel every atom making up the entirety of his being sing out at the same time, knot locking into place in Dennis’ hole and pouring out cum, his vision narrowing until it goes black. He can feel it behind his eyes, down to his toes and swears he can even feel it like a cord wrapped around his balls. All he’s aware of is the sharp taste of blood in his mouth, and the body under him that his mind and body, his alpha, registers as a primal extension of his. 

His omega. His Dennis.

His sweet, perfect Dennis who had come around his cock once he bit down and his knot had popped into him. Who had let out his happiest sound yet as the bond took hold, his body going limp in Robby’s maw and hands. He’s been so, so perfect, even while suffering through this flash heat. Robby knows he must’ve been in pain and anxious. Especially in a less than opportune place, an unfamiliar bed without his own nest to comfort himself. And yet he’s shown Robby nothing other than utter desire and enthusiastic want. He’s entrusted himself to Robby, bestowed something so precious and sacred to the alpha. Robby’s eyes nearly start burning with the overwhelming feeling building in his gut and spreading up his chest, making his throat tighten.

It’s like everything in Robby’s life has led up to this moment, this man. He never thought he’d be so lucky.

He unlatches his jaw from Dennis’ neck, laving his tongue over the indents left by his teeth. He cleans the blood up, ignoring the sharp twang of iron, rubbing his hands up and down Dennis’ flank to soothe him as the bond settles. Dennis is letting out little purrs and whimpers, sounds Robby responds to with kisses and hushes, his nose pressing into the other side of Dennis’ neck where the fresh bite isn’t. Dennis tilts his head as much as he can without irritating the wound, letting his alpha soothe the influx of feelings and instincts, the experience of so much new and right overstimulating until the bond has had the proper time to establish.

Robby carefully maneuvers them so they’re on their sides, heads against the pillows, his hands coming up to lay one over his omega’s heart and the other over his belly, down low where Dennis’ full womb is. He’s done his job as an alpha, taking care of his omega through his heat and keeping him sated and bred. He tries not to feel too elated, too proud that he filled Dennis so much that it wouldn’t be a surprise if any of the loads took. The satisfaction has only increased with every passing second, especially now that they’re mates. But they’ve done it all so fast, recklessly, and the reality of it all starts crashing down on Robby, threatening to choke him with a familiar guilt and self-loathing that has become a lifelong companion.

He’s distracted by Dennis shimmying back into his chest, bringing his own hands up to cradle Robby’s. The omega lets out a happy sigh, nuzzling into Robby’s pillow and taking a deep lungful of their combined scents. Robby chuffs affectionately at the action, the sound making its way out before he can stop it. He presses his own face to the back of Dennis’ head, brushing his nose against the curls as Dennis drops off into sleep. He lays his head down, making sure Dennis is wrapped tight in his arms, safe and protected and sated and his.

When they wake up, Dennis’ heat will have waned from the newly established bond, his omegan biology satisfied with its achieved goal. They’ll be able to talk about what they want, what their plan is. Robby will introduce himself how he should’ve at the bar, will ask Dennis to introduce himself as well. He’ll ask about Dennis’ wants and dreams, what he wants from Robby, his mate. Robby will ask if he can properly court him, if Dennis will stay. And Robby will make sure they do this right, a proper courtship and a proper life together. 

Because Robby wasn’t a stupid man. He was responsible, and he’s intelligent despite all of the mistakes he's made tonight. And he knows where his priorities now lie. He makes a promise to himself and to Dennis, silent and true, brushing his lips over the healing mark on his newly mate’s neck. Robby closes his eyes and relishes in the feeling of holding the most precious thing in his life in his arms. His heavy heart eases up at last, knowing he’s finally found the belonging and contentment that he’s spent years looking for. 

And it’s still only the start of his ‘indefinite sabbatical’.