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“You like that, yes?”
Shane gasps in pure ecstasy as he feels his back burning from the awkward position he finds himself inㅡ his sweaty chest pinned on the mattress, his waist twisted in a delicious angle that has the heavy cock of his Alpha getting pushed deeper and deeper inside him with every brutal thrust and hitting just the right spots to have his right leg dangling on the Alpha’s broad shoulder shaking endlessly.
He grips the strong arms holding his leg in place with his nails digging into the other’s skin, forming little crescents. He throws his head back with his mouth wide open, breath quite literally being taken from him, from how much he can almost feel the thick beast up in his throat.
He wants to bite back at the Alpha, to bait him into fucking him even harder, but he’s been reduced into a moaning mess and not a coherent word out of his mouth as he buries his face into the pillow to keep the neighbors from hearing how good he’s getting fucked tonight.
He’s not one to suppress any sound coming out of him when he’s getting fucked so goodㅡ like he’s not even ashamed one bit in reminding his neighbors that he’s having the best sex of his life every time Ilya Rozanov comes over, because why would he?
When Ilya fucking Rozanov is the finest Alpha anyone has ever met and seen in their whole lives?
When Ilya Rozanov is everyone’s sex dream personified?
Of course, Shane is going to let them know that he’s getting his dick wet and hole stuffed by the hottest Alpha known to mankind, obviously. Not that he’s ever going to say it in the Alpha’s face because he’d rather die than let Rozanov know that Shane only ever gets hard when he thinks of him and his thick knot.
But then again, tonight is different.
They’ve been going at it since early this afternoon, and Shane’s already concerned that his neighbors might think he’s some sex-crazed Omega in the middle of the worst heat mankind had ever known, like he’s someone who couldn’t ever get satisfied even with a 9-inch stick up his ass.
“I asked you a question.”
Shane could only moan in response as Ilya gripped his calf, the latter’s mouth biting on the soft skin as he now struggled to keep the rhythm he had earlier to chase his high. Shane continues to let Ilya know how good he’s making him feel by shamelessly moaning loudly, his concern for the neighbors suddenly out the window now that his goal is for him to cum together with the Alpha.
Fuck whatever they think of them!
He could only focus on the fat tip of Ilya’s cock continuously hitting his prostate, the slowly inflating knot stretching his hole more and moreㅡ Holy shit, he feels like Ilya’s going to rip him openㅡ
“Hollander.”
“I-I cantㅡ fuck!”
Ilya thrusts into him harder to get something, anything, out of him other than a whimper or a moan, even with his own untouched, dripping cock begging for some friction. Shane is trying hard, believe him, but he also doesn’t want Ilya to have his ego get bigger than his fucking fat knot that is currently abusing Shane’s tight hole.
His moans are enough. For now, at least.
Shane couldn’t even form any coherent thought in his fuzzy brain. He could hear the clapping sound of Ilya’s hips hitting Shane’s thigh and slick-coated ass and balls. The sound they’re making together is just pure nasty, like it’s straight out of that one porn video Ilya put on the TV once last week.
Oh, Shane could match that pornstar they watched together with how nasty he sounds right now.
“Yeah? I can smell you, Omega. I can smell how much you love being railed like this,” the Alpha growls. “But I need to hear you more. And you are going to answer me when I ask you a question.”
The omega exhales loudly, and it’s only then that he notices himself shaking, every breath he takes being taken away from him by the Alpha’s hard thrusts. “Fuck, it feels so good. Iㅡ” he gulps loudly. “I like thatㅡI like that you’re fucking me so hard I get so cock-drunk, Alpha.”
“Good boy. So good for me.”
“Please,” Shane gasps, not caring about how smug Rozanov will feel after his begging session. “Please, Alpha.”
“What does my Omega want?”
“Please fuck me harder, please, please, please.”
Shane continues his pleas over and over again like a prayer, each one getting more desperate like he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get what he wants. He then bites his lips when he slowly feels like he’s about to lose control of himself.
“What else do you want, my Omega? Do you want me to justㅡ”
“Your knot, Alpha, please. I need your knot. I need your knot inside me and make me full of your cum!”
“Yeah? You like that?”
“Please, please, please, I need you to pump me full of your pups!”
That seems to push the Alpha even more, the weak cries from the Omega, his eyes shining with unshed tears from desperation just waiting for releaseㅡ
“Mark me inside, Alpha. Please let everyone know who I belong to,” Shane purrs as he lifts his head to stare at the Alpha straight in the eyes. “Breed me, Alpha. Make me yours.”
Ilya flips him over with a grunt, Shane’s sweaty back now against the mattress, and folds him in half to fuck him and bury the knot in his greedy hole.
God, Ilya feels and tastes so delicious inside him, every grunt and growl pushing him to the edge. He’s been pounding inside him greedily, but Shane wants this to last longer, wants the Alpha to stay inside him for as long as possible, for even the whole day if allowed toㅡ that’s how much he loves being a cocksleeve for the Alpha.
Shane pulls the Alpha closer to him, smelling the heavy, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and coffee mixed with the vanilla scent of his slick, and then crashed his lips with his, savoring the moment of the very last time he’s ever going toㅡ
“Fuck, Hollander!”
“Holy shit, Alpha!”
Shane cums untouched, thick white strings of his release painting his and Ilya’s chests. The alpha then growls loudly into his ears before biting his shoulder and collapsing on top of him as hot cum continues to fill Shane.
The omega groans when Ilya moves his legs down and carefully adjusts himself so it’s comfortable for both of them while they wait for the knot to deflate.
“Shit, Hollander. That’s the hardest I’ve cummed this week,” Ilya says as he continues to give Shane shallow thrusts to milk himself dry. Shane then cradles the Alpha’s head on his chest as the latter’s knot acts like a plug to keep his hot load from spilling from the omega’s hole.
“You always say that.”
“Because is true.”
“Whatever you say.”
Ilya lifts himself to gaze up at Shane. “You are lucky it’s not your heat cycle yet. You might end up pregnant for real with how much cum I’ve put inside you.”
“Thank God, it’s not my heat cycle then.”
Shane can feel the knot getting smaller the more they wait, but he can’t help but moan when he feels the Alpha’s cock shifting inside him when the latter moves, both his elbows caging Shane’s head with his breath fanning against his face.
“Wouldn’t you want me to mark you inside? Have your stomach stuffed full with my cum?” Ilya whispers as he plants soft kisses along his jawline. “Breed you and make you mine?”
“Fuck off, Rozanov,” Shane finally comments before he could make another move and fuck himself with the slowly softening dick of the Alpha. He pushes Ilya off him when the knot is already small enough to have the cum dripping out of his hole and sliding down to his ass and to the sheets.
He feels so sticky and so tired and thirsty, but he feels so content in that moment, and that’s the thing about having sex with his good friend Ilya. Everything is too intense, heavy, and nasty, but then he gets this certain feeling after every sex that has the Omega inside him purring in pure satisfaction.
The Alpha just knows what his Omega needs without saying a word, so Shane lets Ilya take care of him and clean him up until he finds himself taking a nap from how knackered he is.
When Shane wakes up from his short nap, he notices Ilya scrolling through his phone, probably watching some reels or Tiktok videos. The light from his phone illuminates the Alpha’s face, and Shane has to loudly groan as he stretches his limbs to let the former know he’s awake.
“What to go for another round?”
“Fuck off, Rozanov. My ass is still sore from that hard pounding you did earlier.”
“You liked it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Shane replies as he wiggles his way to Ilya before the latter drops his phone beside him and welcomes him in his arms with a wide smile.
The omega ignores the weird churning in his stomach as he rests his head on Ilya’s chest, big hands caressing his back and unconsciously massaging his aching ass and hips. They remain silent for a few moments, enjoying the calming scent of sandalwood and vanilla that envelops them.
Oh, he’s going to miss this.
He’s going to miss the scent of his Alpha friend calming him down during the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. He’s going to miss the Alpha helping him nest during his heat cycle and taking care of him not just as friends, but also as an Alpha would take care of his Omega in whatever aspect they’re in, whether it be inside or outside of sex.
He’s going to miss burying his nose in the Alpha’s scent glands to help him ground himself and let people think that they’re together just because he’s drowning in the Alpha’s scent.
Shane hopes that the chaos in his mind won't show up on his face and scent, so he tries hard to bury his head in the crook of Ilya’s neck, just right by the Alpha’s scent glands, so the Omega inside him can calm down.
“You ok?” Ilya asks, his lips pressed on the crown of Shane’s head.
“Mm-hm.”
“I can smell your uneasiness from here.”
Shane exhales deeper and lets the sandalwood and coffee drown him.
“You can tell me if I was too rough earlier. I am sorry if I hurt you orㅡ”
Shane shakes his head and places his palm on Ilya’s left pec, right above the Alpha’s heart. “No, no, no. That’s not it. You did nothing wrong. Everything’s all good. It’s justㅡ”
He can feel Ilya’s fingers lifting his chin up so they look at each other in the eyes. He only blinks up at him and focuses on the Alpha’s lips instead so he wouldn’t blurt out the thoughts that have been occupying his mind for weeks now.
It’s been bothering him since the first time he thought of those…ideas. And having Rozanov in front of him just reminds him of how temporary everything else is, how nothing of this will last long, and that whatever they’re doing right now and what they have will not work now that Shane is trying to think in a bigger picture.
No, he has to say this before it’s too late or gets fucked by either of them, especially by Shane.
“Is just what?” the Alpha frowns at him as he can now clearly smell how anxious the Omega is.
“IㅡI just…”
He can say it to Ilya’s face. He can and will do it.
“Iㅡ” Shane lets out a shaky breath. “I want you to fuck me again, Rozanov.”
Yeah, no, he can’t do it! Well, there goes his plan of clearing things out with Rozanov.
Fuck him.
Ilya visibly melts in relief before he pushes Shane off of him and pins the Omega under him, both his hands above his head with Ilya’s knees pushing his thighs apart to give him space.
“Do not scare me like that, Hollander,” Ilya sighs. “You can ask me to fuck you whenever you like without feeling like you’re asking the president of the country. Is okay for me.”
“I know.”
“You always ask me to suck your dick, but now you’re getting shy?”
It’s not like that.
Shane used to be too prideful to ask Rozanov for sex ages ago, in which he almost always has the Alpha be the one to initiate, but that shame has been kicked out of the window faster than he can psyche himself out of such thoughts.
The omega is pretty shameful if you ask him, sometimes too shameless in initiating sex with Ilya, but it’s just different this time.
Shane simply chuckles at that as he feels so empty to even think of a rebuttal. He simply lets Ilya move him around so his legs are wide open to accommodate the Alpha’s big frame, his hands still above his head even though both Rozanov’s hands are busy groping and pinching his puffy buds like it’s his goal to get Shane’s nipples even puffier and more sensitive.
Shane can feel his cock filling up in interest as he squirms at the feeling of warm hands on his chest and down to his stomach, with Ilya’s own heavy cock brushing against the insides of his thighs.
“Fuck, Hollander. You always smell so good for me.”
Shane usually indulges Rozanov when he’s in the mood by saying yes, he only smells nice for the Alpha, and yes, only Rozanov can ever smell him like this and see how he looks so scent and cock-drunk like this. But this time, it’s different.
He just lets Rozanov sing him praises while his hands and mouth explore him like nothing before, like what they did just moments ago is not enough. Never ever for the both of them.
But perhaps, it will never be enough for Shane, that’s why he has to step back and let reality sink into his clouded brain.
Ilya must’ve noticed how silent and uncooperative Shane is, so Ilya kissed his inner thigh once before crawling back up and cuddling Shane again.
“I will fuck you again later,” Ilya says before Shane can ask. “You are too tired from earlier. I will let you rest for now and will fuck you harder.”
“Fuck off, seriously.”
“Will try.”
Shane wakes up again to the feeling of Ilya’s lips on his forehead, strong arms still wrapped around him like how he remembered it before he passed out. He stays like that as Ilya’s big hands continue to caress his arms while pulling him even closer to his chest.
“When is your next heat?” Ilya asks.
Shane’s heart skipped a beat.
“We have spent multiple of my heat cycles together for years and you still don’t know?” he asks as he moves away to frown at him in mock offense. Deep inside, his heart is threatening to jump out of his chest since this is the best opportunity for him to open up the very thing that he wanted to talk about with his Alpha friend.
“I have a lot of things to remember, Hollander.”
Shane sighs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. My heats are not important to you. You just need a hole to bury your knot in, I get it.”
Ilya rolls his eyes back at him and pulls him hard so Shane is trapped again in his chest. “I like it when you shut up, Hollander. Should I stuff your mouth with my knot again?”
“Fuck off.
“Do not think that I can’t get hard again after busting the biggest load I’ve ever had for the second time today,” Ilya says like it’s a threat, but Shane seriously thinks it would be enough for him to get fully hard again if he weren’t just so focused on other things at hand.
Ilya tries to subtly wiggle out of Ilya’s hold because, honestly, having sex before he lets the cat out of the bag won’t benefit them. Him, specifically.
It will only prolong the…problem, or wherever the Omega inside him calls it, and it wouldn’t be too good for his self-preservation.
“You get hard just by smelling me,” he retorts.
“Just looking at you will get me hard in no time,” Ilya purs.
“Insatiable.”
“And you like it.” I do, Shane thinks. “Touch my dick. It’s hard again.”
“Fuck off, Rozanov. Let me fucking breathe even just for a fucking minute.”
Ilya pouts.
He is fucking pouting like a spoiled child who got told no by their parents for the very first time. Shane rolls his eyes again because he doesn’t want to let Ilya know that he finds the expression on his face…cute. Or that it might work on him if he’s going to wait it out for a few more moments.
“Ok, ok. You rest now.” Ilya dramatically sighs again, and this time, the Alpha buries his head into Shane’s chest after giving his shoulder a chaste kiss. “Sorry if I was too rough earlier that you couldn’t do another round right away.”
“You are such an asshole.”
“I do try. Thank you.”
Shane needs to get a grip on himself.
“So Hollander, you didn’t answer my question. When is your next heat? Next two weeks?”
Here goes nothing.
“Yeah,” he sighs. He stares at the ceiling of his room as he continues to play with Ilya’s curls.
Ilya nods and kisses his chest again. “Perfect. I will ask for time off for that so I can spend your heat with you and focus on knotting you every single moment of your cycle. What kind of Alpha will I be if I let my Omega spend it alone?”
Shane has to close his eyes to the fact that Ilya called him his Omega.
No, he has to focus. It’s just how Ilya talks without even meaning anything, and Shane has to let the Omega in him calm down because it’s never going to become that serious with the Alpha.
It’s never going to be anything beyond the quick fucks they’ve initially agreed all those ages ago.
Ilya continues. “Where would you want to spend it? I can clear up my house for you so you can nest comfortably and have all my used clothes. You always like to be drowning in my scent, so I will make sure to help you prepare your nest.”
Too many words. Ilya is talking too much.
“I will also bring your favorite drinks and make you tuna melt. I also learned an easy recipe so will be easy for me to make quick food during your heat.”
Shane audibly gulps as he opens his eyes again, hands on his sides even though he’s itching to reach out and play with Rozanov’s curls again.
“About that…”
“Yes?”
Here it goes.
“IㅡI just…Ilya, Iㅡ” Oh God, Shane feels like he’s going to throw up. He might as well just do that; it’ll be easier to deal with anyway. “I might have decided to look for another Alpha who can spend my next heat cycle with me and yeah, uhm, get me pregnant.”
Silence.
It went uncomfortably silent for the next minute or so, giving Shane enough time to freak out, so he had to push himself up and rest his back on the headboard. Ilya is already staring at him at his frozen position from earlier, brows drawn together and eyes trying to search his in an attempt to understand what the fuck Shane is telling him.
“I think I didn’t hear you correctly,” Ilya starts as he sits up, the deep frown not leaving his face. “What did you say again, Hollander?”
Shane pulls the blanket closer to his chest, suddenly feeling too exposed at that moment. “I said I might be spending my next heat cycle with another Alpha who will willingly get me pregnant because I want to be a parent now.”
“What?”
The confusion didn’t leave Ilya’s face as if he were learning English again from scratch. He continues to stare at Shane like he’s having his own internal monologue, probably asking himself if he understood him correctly this time.
Shane couldn’t blame him though, because he’s aware just how out of pocket that bomb is, and that he would be feeling and doing the same if he were in Rozanov’s shoes. He has no one to blame but himself since he’s been masking that need from his fuck buddy for a long while now.
He didn’t really think much of what he really wants to do and become in the future, but the more he tries to push and ignore the inevitable, the more he thinks about what he really aspires to be in the futureㅡ and that is to become a parent with or without an Alpha.
He knows even before meeting Ilya that he wants to have a child of his own, that he would like to have a pup or two with an Alpha he will spend the rest of his life with, but the thought never really had the chance to happen as he got too preoccupied with a certain Alpha whom he has feelings for, for a while now.
With him turning 29 in a few months doesn’t help either, with his family asking him when he’s going to get mated every single time they meet for dinner, which definitely added to the pressure of getting his shit together at this age instead of freaking out about liking his fuck buddy a little too much than he’s allowed to.
His feelings for Ilya have gotten too intense and scary; he had to step back right now and focus on other things before it consumes his whole being.
He’s not getting any younger now and needs to focus on building the future he’s always wanted, so breaking off their agreement or setup is what he feels like to be the stepping stone for the whole thing to follow through.
But God, Shane is a mess.
He’s dropping such a huge bomb on Ilya out of nowhere without easing him out of their agreement at first, and at the same time trying to understand all the internal arguments he’s had with himself for feeling a lot about Ilya fucking Rozanov when he should not be doing so.
This is such a bad fucking idea.
He should have completely accepted within himself at first that what he and Rozanov have will never become more than this, that it will always be just a friends (are they even friends?) with benefits set up, even before telling Ilya that he wants to get pregnant after his heat ends.
“Fuck, sorry. I should not start with that. I justㅡ” Shane shakes his head. “Okay, so. I just want to let you know that our setup or agreement or, or whatever you call this, will not work for us anymore.”
Ilya sits up and faces him like he still doesn’t get a goddamn thing Shane has told him in the past few minutes.
Shane continues before the Alpha could answer, “Yeah, definitely should’ve started with that. So yeah, I justㅡ I just think that what we’re doing right now needs to end before my next heat, considering that my next plan is already way beyond our setup.”
He plays with his fingers and looks down since he doesn’t think he can handle Rozanov’s scrutinizing gaze and continues, “So, thank you for the offer, but no thank you. I willㅡ I will probably spend my next week with another Alpha who will get me pregnant by then.”
Silence.
It was so silent again, which is so weird for Shane since Ilya almost always couldn’t shut the fuck up for everyone’s sake. He’s not used to this. He’s not used to Ilya just staying still, not letting his smart mouth run, but he has no choice but to face this inevitability now that reality is right in his face.
And this is his fault anyway, right from the very start.
He knew how much he wanted to be a parent in the future yet still indulged in his wants and let the Alpha fuck him every single fucking time they see each other, which is every week now that the Alpha moved into the city so he’s closer to his work.
Shane knows how easily he gets attached to people and how he gives his whole heart to people without them knowing, and yet he lets his Omega believe that Ilya will always be the Alpha who will take care of them.
He should’ve stopped when he realized that it’s getting too real for himㅡ or at least let the Alpha know about his feelings before taking this big leap like a fucking frog.
But then again, knowing how the Alpha couldn’t get himself bothered with any real relationship or couldn’t even get into any serious commitment is enough for Shane to talk himself out of the idea of confessing his feelings to his friend.
There’s just no way he’s going to humiliate himself like that, he’s done a lot of those in the past already so the least he can do is accept defeat and move on with his life.
“Rozanov. Say something.”
“Wow.”
The Omega looks up at the flat tone and frowns at the Alpha’s now indifferent look on his face. He doesn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting but it’s definitely not this.
Was Ilya disappointed? Shocked? Curious? Or does he really not care?
Who the fuck knows.
“You’ve already thought hard about this.”
Shane nods. “Yes.”
“For how long?”
“For a while now.”
Ilya opens his mouth and tilts his head to the side.
“Wow.”
“Can’t you say anything else other than wow? You don’t have to be sarcastic with me.”
“No, I am not being sarcastic. I am shocked that you have thought about this for a while without telling me.”
Shane frowns. “Well, I am telling you now.”
Ilya shifts his head in what looks like disbelief, like saying “Well, the fuck?” just with his face. “Not when this is going to be the last time we fuck?” Ilya leans forward and rests his elbows on his bare thighs. “Who are you even going to fuck and be your pup’s father anyway? Have you thought that far already?”
Shane takes offense at that. “Of course, I have! What did you think of me?”
“Have you told him? The alpha,” Ilya asks. “Well?”
“I haven’t.”
“That’s in two weeks, Hollander. Two weeks! Who the fuck would agree with your plan in such a short amount of time?” Ilya asks, disbelief clear in his voice.
“Oh, you would be surprised, Rozanov,” he challenged.
“But Hollander, two weeks! You cannot make such a very important decision in two weeks! You need more than that to decide who the fuck you want to be your pup’s Alpha!”
Shane looks back at Ilya with the same intensity in his eyes. “Okay, okay, I know! Sure, two weeks is not enough, but I will figure it out! Like I always do! It might not happen this coming heat cycle but it will eventually come!”
Yeah, trying on his next heat cycle might be too unrealistic but still, whatever his plan is will come to fruition in the next months or so.
“IㅡI’ve always wanted to be a parent before. And with me turning 29 this year just…it just pushed me more to get serious with my life and start getting my shit together before the year ends. It’s just…I need to start somewhere, and this is where I’ve decided to change things.”
Shane still doesn’t like the look on Ilya’s faceㅡ he doesn’t like how he couldn’t read the Alpha’s mind and couldn’t even smell his emotions for fuck’s sake!
But then again, Shane needs to calm down. He needs to regulate his own emotions and not get too upset at the situation.
It’s not even supposed to be like this. They’re not supposed to be arguing over something that they can just shrug about because what they have between them is not serious anyway.
Shane can look for another Alpha who can potentially become his mate if everything works out for them, and Ilya…well, Ilya can look for another Omega he can fuck whenever his fat knot is throbbing for a hole to bury itself in.
“Wow.”
Shane is getting more irritated the more he hears that fucking word.
Ilya leans back, his face now more relaxed than ever as if he’s come to a conclusion.
“I swear to God, Rozanov, say ‘wow’ one more time and I willㅡ”
“And you didn’t even think of asking me to be that Alpha?”
Pause.
Silence.
Shane doesn’t know what to fucking say because, what?
“What?”
“All this and you didn’t bother asking me.”
But before he could ask more about what the fuck Rozanov meant by that, the Alpha stood up from his spot on the bed and picked up his discarded clothes on the floor on autopilot without making any noise.
He looks like he’s in a hurry, like staying in the room with Shane physically burns him.
“Ilyaㅡ”
But Rozanov is already out of the door before he can hear him calling out his name.
Fuck. Nice one, Hollander.
Shane fucked up big time.