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Till’s wrists hurt. His legs hurt, his lungs hurt, his head hurts. The persistent ache in his body is only compounded by the bindings strapped around it. As he began to gather his wits, Till gave an experimental tug on each of his limbs, finding that his movement was restricted to mere inches. All he could do was writhe, a sense of panic sharply rising within him. Where the fuck was he?! This clearly wasn’t his room. He’d never been able to keep to rational thoughts in such dire situations.
God. Oh fucking God. He’s going to die. His very first primal instinct is to let out a choked, distressed noise, as he is entirely convinced that he’s going to be sliced to bits and brutally murdered. It’s only then that he realizes there’s a gag shoved between his lips that prevents him from letting out a scream. This doesn’t stop him from trying, of course, screeching his lungs out through the gag and sputtering around it as he began to sob, tears streaking down either side of his face. There’s a chill in the air, and by the looks of the slated walls, he’s in some sort of log cabin. This is a setup straight out of a slasher film.
Well, no, it’s actually a bit nicer than that. You’d think that being kidnapped and stolen away to somewhere derelict would mean you’d be shoved somewhere abandoned and run down, but the room he’s in looks more like the getaway retreat of some rich philanthropist. There’s a hearth, multiple ornate lighting pieces affixed to the ceiling, a small corner kitchen, huge couch, and not one, but two fluffy rugs. One either side of the bed is a nightstand with a glass-blown lamp, and he realizes that the comforter he’s lying on is plush, and feels high quality. There’s a kitchenette, and a small door that he guesses houses a bathroom.
The last thing he could recall was being at home, sleeping soundly in his own bed, looking forward to the weekend ahead of him. If it was the next day, it should be Saturday. He had no classes on the weekend, so no hope of any classmates being able to pick up on his strange absence for at least four. Fuck, wait, but his roommate, Acorn. The hope he’d had for him notifying the police was dashed when he remembered that it wasn’t unusual for Till to leave on the weekends to stay with his mother.
A fresh wave of despair washed over him. This is nonsensical, it doesn’t make any sense. Till wouldn’t consider himself particularly sociable, and while he used to have a penchant for getting in physical altercations, he’d calmed down significantly after being accepted into university. Who on earth would hate him enough to want to hurt him?
His question was answered when he heard the door on the other side of the room open. Instantly, Till felt his blood run cold, and felt the already unsteady beat of his heart grow to a hammering thump. Slowly, his eyes trailed down until he was met with a tall individual dressed head to toe in black. It wasn’t long before he realized that this was Ivan, the man who he’d considered his best friend for 15 years.
Speechless is an understatement. Despite himself, that carnal fear dissipated when he realized that it was just Ivan, only Ivan. Only… *Ivan* now had him strapped down to an old bed in some strange place. Was this all a goddamn prank?
“Till,” Ivan’s tone was laced with admiration, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold. He was ferrying a large item into the room. Ivan set down the package and approached the side of the bed, leaning down and holding Till’s gaze for a few moments. “Did you sleep well?”
“Ivan.” Till managed to grit back, his brow twitching. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Ivan tutted in an endeared fashion. “So vulgar, Till. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Yes, you have. A million times. What the fuck are we doing here?!”
“Oh, you don’t remember?”
“Don’t even try that shit, you fucking- you aren’t even tied up! I’m fucking serious, why? Why are you doing this, why…?” Suffice to say, Ivan’s passivity had Till feeling just as creeped out as he’d been waking up. There had been a time when Till trusted this man with his entire heart. The crushing weight of this betrayal was finally settling in on him, a revolting taste that gathered in the back of his throat.
“I’ll tell you,” Ivan finally countered the question Till posed, leaning over as he bopped his nose cutely, “But you have to promise to not get mad.”
All Till could really do from his current position was huff angrily and flex his wrists. Even when Ivan was being a complete maniac, he was as horrendously confusing as ever.. “Fine, I won’t get mad.” Like hell he wouldn’t, but Ivan didn’t deserve his honesty. “What is it?”
“I’m going to turn you into an omega. And you’re going to be mine.”
The look on Till’s face went completely blank, before contorting into pure rage. Again he thrashed against his restraints, this time bucking his legs. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”
“If you don’t relax, I’m never going to untie you.”
“This isn’t fucking funny, you freak! Find someone else for your fucked up science experiment!”
Ivan pulled his jacket to the side, reaching in to produce a small vial of pills that he’d kept stashed in an interior pocket. The look on Till’s face grew uneasy, his brows knitting up. After taking in a deep breath, he presses his lips together fastly, making it clear that whatever Ivan was holding was *not* going to find its way into his mouth.
“Do you know what these are, Till?” Ivan hummed, apparently unperturbed by Till’s attempts at resistance. Of course, the petulant alpha didn’t open his mouth to reply, and shook his head furiously. He didn’t know, and he didn’t *want* to know.
“They’re hormones,” He continued explaining despite the lack of enthusiasm, placing one knee besides Till and climbing onto the bed. Ivan’s larger form completely eclipsed the captive man, who only continued to shy away. He firmly took Till’s face in his hand, large enough to cover both cheeks, strong enough to drag him forward so Till was forced to meet his gaze. The reds in his eyes burned intensely, and Till felt as though they were swallowing him whole. “Sometimes, when omegas are deficient, they need to take special medication to feel better. Open up, Till~”
If Till could have spit in Ivan’s mouth, he would. He couldn’t understand what was happening, the confusion and fear caused tears of frustration to well up in his eyes. When he spoke, he did everything in his power to keep his teeth clamped shut, though it made him sound muffled. “No! I’m not an omega! You- you’re crazy!”
Any pretense of niceness dropped from Ivan’s face at the refusal. “Open your mouth, Till.”
He didn’t wait for Till to refuse him again. That strong hand gripping the side of his face forced its way past his lips, and forcibly pried his jaw open. Till bit down on the thumb pressed between his teeth so hard he was sure he’d broken blood, but nothing helped. Pressure met his lips, overwhelming and hot. He couldn’t think, he could hardly breathe. As he didn’t want to choke on it, Till reluctantly let himself swallow the pill down with Ivan’s spit. The messy kiss left a trail of it down the side of his mouth.
“Look at you. I knew you could take it.”
It had been hard to register that that overwhelming presence had pulled away until words were being spoken above him. Before he could get out a proper reply, Ivan’s hands were around his neck, squeezing the sides of it. An airy sensation filled up his brains, and Till sputtered, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“You’re going to take a lot more, aren’t you?” Ivan shoved his knee between Till’s thighs. They had already been in a spread position due to the restraints, and he was helpless to stop it. Though he wasn’t hard in the slightest, the warmth it spread in his gut made Till bite his lip.
One hand was enough to hold him down by his throat, as the other popped the button of his slacks open. Till could tell where this was going, and he pleaded, “Don’t— Ivan! Get off!” He was still a virgin. He couldn’t lose it like this. His pleas go ignored, his jeans suddenly shucked down to his thighs. Despite himself, a patch of wetness was growing on the front of his boxers as his unwilling arousal grew.
“Alright, convince me.” Ivan relieved some of the pressure on his neck. “If you can convince me that you were meant to be an alpha, I’ll let you go.
The audacity of him. What was there to possibly explain?? Till was what he was, and that was that, and he expressed as much. “I wasn’t *meant* to be anything, I just am, you freak! Is that why you’re doing this? Do you feel threatened by me?” Saying all of this was absolutely going to bite him in the ass later. Till hadn’t learned not to reason with crazy. “You’re fucking pathetic!”
Ivan sniffled and pulled a face, a faux pout that reminded Till of a whining dog. “How mean, Till. You’re so mean. It’s not my fault you can’t think of anything. Because,” Till could only gasp in horror as the slit of his boxers was pulled aside, his cock fished out of his unceremoniously. He knew that he didn’t have the most impressive length, but the way Ivan had to immediately bite his lip and snort didn’t help his ego in the slightest. “There is nothing, right?”
“I’m so pathetic, but you’re the one who’s barely a man down here,” A languid stroke was all he needed to make Till keen, his legs trembling and his hips bucking away from his grip.
“Shut up! Shut- augh–!” Ivan cut him off again by pressing down. The air was choked straight out of Till’s lungs, and his eyes grew cloudy as he fixed Ivan with a desperate look.
“You poor baby. Getting all hard because I’m choking you, hm? I can make it all better. Just watch.” Till’s boxers joined his pants around his knees, and Ivan didn’t waste any time fingering at his asshole, his wrist pressing up against Till’s balls with purpose. Obviously, there was no slick leaking from his flushed hole, but Ivan liked deluding himself. A vial of lube had been stashed in his pocket alongside the meds, and he took a brief respite to fish it out so he could pour it all over Till’s ass and thighs, slicking him up and growling, “Look, you’re leaking for me back here, see? Such a messy boy.”
Till tried his hardest to clench his ass, press his thighs together, or turn onto his side. The bindings didn’t yield. He was screaming, now, the coldness of the lube making him shiver, “Stop it! You’re crazy, I’m not–” He fluttered his lashes, cheeks heating up in humiliation, “I’m not wet, you did that yourself!”
“I do this to you, Till?” Ivan ate that up, leaning down to press his face between Till’s nonexistent tits. He kissed the skin over his shirt, and eyes flitting up towards him.
“No! You’re not–”
“Stop whining.” Ivan silenced him by squeezing down on his neck, forcing a wheeze out of Till. “You’re in such a bratty mood tonight, honey. You must be so pent up. Let me help you~”
He didn’t ask for permission. Just crooked a single finger into Till’s slicked-up hole. Even with the lube, Till was a virgin, and the sting brought a fresh wave of tears to his eyes.
“Fuck! That hurts!”
“Shhh. You were made for this. Relax,” Ivan might have succeeded in sounding comforting if this were another life, if he wasn’t currently bound up in red rope and being taken against his will. Till wouldn’t even lie and say he’s never thought about the two of them winding up in this position. Then Ivan, stupid fucking Ivan, wen and ruined everything because he couldn’t handle things not going his way.
“I hate you!” Till choked on his sobs, which only intensified when a second of Ivan’s infuriatingly long fingers breached him. “I hate you so much!”
The insult didn’t register with Ivan, or maybe he already knew it was true. Either way, he knew the perfect button to press to turn that petulance around. Ivan stopped attempting to reason with him through words, to Till’s dismay, and bore down on him harder, fingers stroking up inside of him until they grazed his sweet spot. In an instant, all of the pain was overridden by an intense jolt of pleasure that traveled straight through Till’s spine and made his entire lower body melt.
“Hnghh, fuck,” He whined, and was only rewarded with a renewed battering to his prostate, those thick fingers milking it until Till was dripping precum from his cock and shaking his hips. It felt so good that it was difficult to feel ashamed for getting off on it. Ivan hammered that sweet spot until Till cried out, cumming all over himself.
The scent of cherries immediately permeated the air. Though Till couldn’t see, Ivan’s already thin composure was snapping. He wanted to drown himself in it.
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Over the next few days, Till dutifully took his pill every morning, to keep Ivan complacent. Taking a lesson from his old bouts in detention, he gave just enough attitude that his demeanor stayed believable. It worked well enough. Ivan hadn’t forced himself on Till in the days following, but the lingering image of being violated was still enough to make him bauseous. So of course, Till tried to run the moment Ivan gave him an ounce of freedom and unstrapped him from the bed.
Several days of remaining completely immobile had left his limbs feeling like jelly, and all Ivan had to do to curb his futile attempt was grab his wrist, pulling him back into his chest.
“Did you think that would work?” Ivan laughed, kissing his temple.
“Like you wouldn’t try?” Till snarked back. The bags under his eyes were heavier than usual. He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink these past few nights. The uncomfortable position Ivan stored him in certainly didn’t help.
“To run from you? Never.” The conviction in Ivan’s tone compelled Till to believe that he was being serious. What a freak. “If you do that again, I'll punish you.”
One of Till’s eyes twitched. He had nothing to say to that. Ivan took his silence for agreement and was satisfied, kissing him on the cheek again.
“Good boy. We needed the bed cleared for a reason. Your heat will come in a few days, you need to be ready. I have lots of things for you to build your nest with. You can make it with whatever you want.”
Again and again, Till is startled by how fucking crazy this guy was.
“I’m not doing it.” He said bluntly.
“C’mon, please?” Ivan whined. Was he being held against his will by a fucking toddler?
“I said no.”
The look on Ivan’s face darkened. “If you aren’t in the mood to make the bed, I could always fuck you into it until you are. Does that sound better, darling?”
Whatever. Till wasn’t in the mood to call his bluffs. As a reply, he grunted, and Ivan kept the firm grip on his wrist as he tugged Till towards the corner of the room with him. Till had always wondered what was in the massive trashbag that Ivan had hauled in when he’d first taken him in here. To find that it was stuffed with his used articles of clothing and bedding was a shock. There was no shot Till would willingly lay in used, unlaundered clothing.
“Are you serious? These smell gross!” He whined, pinching his nose for effect.
Just as he had when they were kids, Ivan decides to fuck with Till a little. He picked up one of the articles of clothing, a worn green jacket of his, and shoved it directly into Till’s face, letting the man catch a full whiff of it. Till’s eyes wide comically wide, and he immediately thrashed in the hold, trying to pry Ivan’s arm off of him. To his horrifying realization, the scent made his mouth water, his body responding to the sweet scent as though it had been basking in it for months.
This made no sense. Since they were teens, Ivan’s parents had been entirely strict about him *always* drowning out his scent with blockers. They wanted a no-nonsense, successful son that could pull his weight without relying on his secondary gender as a crutch. Ivan’s chocolatey pheromones were making his mouth water, he could scarcely resist the urge to moan and twist into the fabric, running his tongue all over it.
What the hell was wrong with him?!!
“Y-You smell like shit!” Till whines through the jacket.
“Your face is turning red. Do you like it? Do you like the way I smell?” Ivan looked like he was getting off of the thought, his pupils dilating and his breath coming out in pants. “You can use this as a pillow. I know you want to.” Finally, he pulled the jacket away, tossing it loosely onto Till’s shoulders.. “I’d hate to keep you waiting. Remember what I said. You can use whatever you want, but you *will* be building your nest, now.”
For the first time since he’d arrived, there was nothing holding Till down. Ivan had let go of his arm and taken a step back, watching his new mate rummage through his clothes so he could fish out the least offending articles. Till sank to his knees in front of the bag with a sigh, not bothering to shrug the hoodie off of his shoulders. The fact that Ivan’s scent was heavenly to him was a secret that Till was going to take to his grave.
Obviously, Ivan had thrown a few curveballs in there, like his underwear and socks. Each time Till came across something “gross” like that, he just chucked it straight back into Ivan’s face. Any formal garment, like a dress shirt, was tossed as well. But any remaining articles were fine, he just dumped all of it onto the bed so he could get the humiliation ritual over with.
“There,” Till huffed, “Happy?”
In lieu of a reply, Ivan pressed Till up against the adjacent wall, his mouth latching hungrily onto the underside of his jaw. Till’s hands flexed, gripping roughly onto either of Ivan’s shoulders, but the bite behind the gesture faded. Let Ivan tire himself out. It would be easier for Till to sneak out when he wasn’t expecting it.
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When Ivan had let him up from the bed, Till hadn’t been expecting him to go through with an alternative form of restraint. Though he technically had more freedom this way, being strapped down to a flat surface would be preferable to this. Ivan had a thick black collar affixed around Till’s neck, with nothing more than a metal loop on the front to hook a leash or chain onto. While he slept, Till was chained to the foot of his bed. When Ivan had to step out, it was much the same.
But when Ivan was present, he was perpetually leashed to the man’s side, as he walked Till through what domestic duties he would expect of him. It wasn’t like the tiny cabin required much maintenance, he thought that Ivan must like seeing him bent over the counter chopping up vegetables for whatever rudimentary meal he’d demanded that Till start preparing for him. His loss, because Till was an alpha, not an omega, and his domestic skills were horrendous. No matter how many times he’d tried to insist that he would make a horrible wife, and that all of this was a waste of Time, Ivan would just hit him with a dumb little look and tell Till that he’d love him no matter what.
Tonight, Till had been in such a mood that he’d thrown a complete fit, demanding that Ivan bring him food instead of forcing him to churn out bland salads and random stir fries he’d get from chucking whatever ingredients they had into one pot.
“If you’re looking for something easy, I think you should try baking. I do love sweets, though Till is my favorite thing to taste~” Ivan’s attempt at flirting was met with indifference on Till’s part. “I’ll bring you a treat tonight. Anything for my lovely wife. But you have to give me a treat too, don’t you think that’s fair?”
“Fine, I’ll bake for you. Just bring me something good.”
“That’s not the treat I want tonight.”
Till narrowed his eyes, but before he could ask Ivan to clarify what he’d meant, the man leaned against the counter and unzipped his pants. It wrenched a disgusted wheeze out of him, and he scrambled backwards.
“Hell no! I’m not sucking your nasty dick!”
“Was it nasty when I rubbed it against you the other night?” Till didn’t need to be reminded, the memory had him mortified enough. He’d been face down, bare ass up, with Ivan rutting his dick into the space between his thighs. ‘Saving Till’s virginity for his first heat,’ or some bullshit like that. If that delusional belief that he’d actually go into heat one of these days kept him from fucking him properly, Till wasn’t going to say anything about it. He just wished that he hadn’t moaned so sharply when Ivan jerked him off in time.
“Yes, it was!”
“You’re a horrible liar, Till. For someone who hates it so much, you’ve been awfully pliant lately. I thought for sure you would have really tried to hurt me by now.” His abhorrently fat cock was on full display now, pulsing gently in Ivan’s left hand. Till didn’t even know what the hell he’d done to get him so hard this time, sometimes it seemed like Ivan would get his rocks off if Till so much as lifted an arm up.
Impatient as ever, Ivan advanced on Till and grabbed the man by his hair, roughly shoving him down onto the floor. Till felt his thighs quiver, knees already protesting against the hard wooden floor. Couldn’t they at least do this on the rug?
Any further bitching is interrupted by his head being tilted far back. Till gasps at the sting, the space immediately being filled with a thick shaft. So close to his sex, the scent of Ivan’s pheromones clung to him, clashing slightly with the musk of his bare skin and sweat. Somewhere above him, he registered a threat if he dared to bite. At this rate, he wouldn’t dream of it. Ivan’s threats only became more unhinged as time went on, he’d already shown off the hammer he’d use to break Till’s ankles if he ever pushed him too far.
Instead of being nice, Ivan immediately pushed Till to his limits, thrusting straight into the back of Till’s throat hard enough that he gags. He smacks at Ivan’s thighs with a protesting whine, his eyes scrunched up and furious as he glared up at him.
“There you go. My pretty little omega. Made to take dick, weren’t you?”
Till’s head is backed into the counter, making each stroke of Ivan’s cock scrape against his throat more roughly. There was no space to bob or pull back. Like this, it was harder to breathe, but the only thing he could do was take it.
“You aren’t even coughing. Did you know that omegas have muted gag reflexes? Ah… I guess you wouldn’t, since you’ve never played with anyone before.”
That was a lie, right? Till didn’t know. Ivan had a lot of things to say about omegas, and how Till apparently fit the bill for each of them. With this one, he likely had a point. The feeling of his mouth being stuffed full, of his body being used for pleasure like a toy was making his cock wet. He tried desperately to curb the arousal, but pressing his thighs together quickly turned into rubbing them, anything to alleviate the ache that was curling up in his lower gut. The sensation was entirely foreign to him, there was a slight cramp in his lower stomach that burned, like dormant insides were rousing to life.
The ‘alpha’ grew pliant. He moaned beautifully around Ivan’s cock, and that hands that had smacked at him were now gripping desperately, as though he were terrified of the alpha pulling away.
Like that, it’s impossible for Ivan to last long. For the remaining few thrusts, he ruts into Till like an animal, before spilling his cum deep down his throat.
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To no shock, Till’s initial clothing became too dirty to wear after a while. While Ivan *could* have found a way to secretly obtain some of his old clothing, he claimed that it would be too much of a hassle, and he would simply buy Till an entirely new wardrobe instead. He brought a catalogue, the likes of which Till hadn’t even seen since he had been a child, and told him to circle anything that looked appealing for his tastes.
How dreadfully fitting that Ivan included additional gifts more in line with *his* tastes, in equal amounts to the new outfits Till requested himself. The actual clothes were fine, but every pair of undergarment was some variety of lingerie. Some were meant to be lacey and sexy, but most were meant to be frilly and innocent. The alternative of going commando was appealing at first, but against all odds, Till discovered that he actually enjoyed the feeling of the panties and garters beneath his clothing.
He knew that they were just meant to embarrass him further. Jokes on Ivan, he wasn’t going to let him get into his head. Of course, he would wear them of his own volition, and not at all because the prospect of secretly being Ivan’s cutesy little wife was starting to grow on him.
Ivan wouldn’t be returning for some time. He still had a job, still got to live his life and keep up appearances while he kept Till locked away. Everything Till could ever reasonably want was here. He’d been gifted many art supplies, expensive paints and an easel, alongside a new guitar. He was able to create whatever he wanted to his heart’s content, never needing to toil away over classwork he hated, or putting up with people he couldn’t stand.
The cabin had a full-length mirror propped up against the wall that he usually tended to avoid. Until now, it had been hard to look at himself in the mirror, and be greeted with the undeniable evidence of another alpha’s claim over him. The bruises on his hips, hickies stained along his collarbone, the puffiness of his lips. It had been emasculating, and he’d always end up crying into his own sheets, mourning the loss of pride that he’d begun to wonder if he’d ever even possessed at all.
Now things were different. The surface of his skin felt hot when Till ran his hands across it, and his brain would thrill with dumb thrums of contentment at the knowledge that he was being taken care of. That somebody wanted him, flaws and all, enough to shower him with affection, intimacy, and presents. That somebody might stay longer than the amount of time it usually took for Till’s sour attitude to drive them away.
He didn’t want to be so abrasive. Not really. In fact, he’d always been a rather sweet boy on the inside, but at some point that Till had grown dormant. Whether it was a result of his conformity to how he assumed his secondary gender should act, or something else entirely, he wasn’t sure. But knowing there was the potential to pour all of his love into another, endlessly, and get the same in return was a sweeter drug than any other. One that he could easily see himself overdosing on.
The affection that had forcibly been implanted within him had made a home. As it festered like a parasite, it started to eat him from the inside out, until his alpha was the only thing that Till could think of. Hands on him, choking him, hurting him. Kissing the marks better, drowning him in his love, reaching straight into his chest and pumping his heart with the palm of his hand. The feelings were messy, complicated, and the only outlet he had to express them was his art. He drew Ivan, constantly. Dedicated ballads for Ivan, constantly.
Everything for his Ivan. Constantly.
As he looked himself up and down in the mirror, shuffling some of his clothing out of the way, a particular sight struck him. Dampness on the back of his panties. His cheeks flushed, and the expression on his face grew excited. Just to verify that he wasn’t crazy, he dipped a hand into his own panties. He collected some of the substance on his fingers, and lifted it up to scrutinize. Spreading his fingers, he watched as the slick clung to his skin, tapering into a thin trail.
He was slicking up. He was an omega.
Should he lie about it, and pretend like it only started when Ivan came home? Till didn’t know if he could wait until then. His body was starting to tingle, the light cramping he’d felt for the past few days presented only as a desperate burn that demanded to be filled. He needed something inside of him. Till longed to feel Ivan’s hands on his hips, forcing him back onto his cock, molding his insides to fit perfectly around his cock. Only Ivan’s cock. He wanted it so badly he could hardly think straight.
With clumsy steps, the omega stumbled over to the bed, falling into the pile of clothing he’d been forced to make ages ago and curling into it. He took the thickest article of clothing, the green jacket, and shoved it between his thighs, already coating it in his slick. Ivan’s clothing smelled like him, and it brought Till brief comfort as the sensations of his first oncoming heat began to worsen. Ivan’s presence had hurt him before, though he found that his absence was what now hurt the most. And It *hurt.* Contractions in his lower gut, waves of simmering arousal wracking him again and again.
Till’s mouth hung open, and he panted, shyly rocking his hips into the sweater he was holding between them. It wasn’t enough. His greedy hands grasped for the pillow that Ivan always used when he slept beside him, depositing it directly in the center of his nest and mounting it. Combined with the sweater, it was solid enough to grind his dick against, hips rocking back and forth as he imagined that his alpha was the one beneath him.
“Ivan,” He gasped under his breath, his head dropping down as he rode the pillow on instinct. The passage of time was irrelevant to him, Till had no idea how long he stayed like that, curled up in Ivan’s clothing, huffing in his scent and fantasizing as he touched himself. By the time he heard the door open behind him, he’d stripped himself of all clothing save the cute pair of panties Ivan had bought for him. They were a gift, and he wanted to show off a bit for him when he finally came home.
“Till,” Ivan greeted cheerfully, already in the process of kicking off his shoes. “I got you that–”
Till wearily looked over his shoulder, his state of distress apparent from the wild look in his eye. His body was flushed from head to toe, his hair mussed and clinging to his sweaty forehead. The entire room was laced with the scent of cherries, and it was unlikely to fade anytime soon. If he was damp before, he was absolutely *drenched* now, the bedding and his panties ruined by the slick gushing out of him.
From what Till could see, Ivan was stupefied, as though the erotic sight before him was all some dream that he would soon wake from. His eyes widened, the usual intensity in them softening to an enamored sparkle. His mouth was ajar, and his face was taking a sweet amount of color. Till’s gaze traveled down. A few seconds was all it took for the blood to rush to Ivan’s member, causing it to strain against the front of his slacks.
“This is your fault,” Till hissed, arching his back so his ass was propped up higher. “So… so come here! Fix it!”
Ivan didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, he was on Till, hands firmly gripping either side of his hips as he struggled to not completely lose his composure. It wasn’t enough, Till immediately decided. Slow, too slow, and too light. He’d already been made to wait for several hours, and he wasn’t keen on waiting any longer.
Above him, Ivan groaned and obeyed. Hooking a finger into the waistband of Till’s panties, Ivan peeled them down his thighs, mouth watering as a string of slick connected them. The urge to lick him up was too overwhelming, he buried his face in Till’s ass and breathed in deeply, his scent registering differently than it ever had. Before, Till had always clearly registered to him as a foreign, clashing scent. The cognitive dissonance was enjoyable to him, and he learned to love it despite the discomfort. Now he completely understood that nothing could ever replace the naturally magnetic pull of a real omega’s pheromones.
Between his thighs, Till was sloppy and soaked, and he tasted so good that Ivan outright moaned, lapping up as much of him as he could with his tongue. It felt good, but to Till, it was only a tease, and he expressed as much by kicking his legs petulantly, whining, “Stop teasing me! Ivan… hurry up…” Though he’d tried to sound assertive, his plea turned desperate midway, and he bit down on his lip to keep himself from moaning when his alpha’s tongue pressed flat against his hole.
“I can’t help it,” Ivan’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked, and his palms were shaking. “Till… you smell so good, Till. It worked, it really worked, you’re in heat, hah…” He shamelessly spread both cheeks of Till’s ass wide, and the sight of that pretty pink hole fluttering and begging to be stuffed was mesmerizing.
“You’re so perfect. I’ll take care of you forever, Till. Even if you run, I’ll make you mine. I want to keep you, I’m going to keep you,” The alpha babbled nonsensically against Till’s hole.
“Stop talking about it and do it,” Till agreed immediately, his gut churning at the possessive filth. “It hurts. I need it so bad. Pl…” He gulped, working up the nerve to say something to Ivan that he never had before. “*Please.* Fuck me, fill me up.”
Ivan straightened up on the bed so his hips were pressed flush against Till. The omega could feel his cock straining as it rested between his cheeks, dragging up and down until they were both dizzy and drooling with want. As he’d hoped it would, Ivan’s hold on his hips had started to sting, his nails digging down into Till’s soft flesh to keep him in place. Thankfully, the alpha wasn’t keen on making either of them wait for too long. Till’s body would happily accept any intrusion in this state with minimal prep, even a dick as big as Ivan’s.
The head of his member popped inside of him with no resistance. Both of them sighed in unison, the shattering of their virginity a shared and mind-numbing sensation. Till rocked his hips back and forced Ivan’s cock in a few inches deeper, making him trill happily. Just as he’d suspected, Ivan slotted inside of him perfectly, filling up that feeling of emptiness with a love that he was quickly growing addicted to.
Ivan chewed on his own lip so roughly that he’d drawn blood, nearly shredding it with his especially sharp fang. His omega fit snug around him, the heat making his body temperature feverish. It was enough to make his cock weep happily, and with little fanfare, he bottomed out, their hips smacking together roughly.
“Ivan!” Till whined, his toes curling. “Fuck! Keep going!”
Ivan could scarcely believe what he was hearing. “You want it that bad?” He pants, as though he hadn’t taunted Till about that exact fact for weeks. He answers his own question by grunting, “*Yeah,* you want it. Are you clenching down, or are you that tight?”
Any response Till could have possibly given comes out as a breathy warble as Ivan rocks his hips back inside sharply.
“Use your words, Till. I did all of this for you. Aren’t you happy?”
Gathering his thoughts was difficult with a cock currently rocking his insides, so Till spouted off the first thing he could think of, “*Yes,* fuck, I want- I want it. Ivannnh–” He buried his face in the pillows, mostly so he could bask in the scent of Ivan’s sweaty clothes again.
“Uh-uh,” Ivan chided, smacking Till’s ass roughly. His omega squeaked, and he reached down to thread his hands through his unruly hair again, yanking him back so he couldn’t hide a thing. “You aren’t hiding from me anymore.”
After everything? Perish the thought. His body agreed enthusiastically with the rough treatment, clenching hard enough that he swore Ivan’s cock might pop right out of his body. “I don’t wanna,” He babbled, thick tears welling up in his eyes. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”
What a dangerous thing to agree to, considering Ivan’s track record. It’s how Ivan knew that Till was properly being fucked stupid. Well, there was always one thing he’s wanted, and he’s going to take it selfishly now.
Shifting Till’s hair further out of the way, Ivan closes his mouth around the nape of his neck, piercing his mating gland with that sharp fang, biting and claiming him properly. The ensuing thrill that rocks Till’s body is so potent that the omega sobs violently, his cock spurting cum into the pillow that Ivan was drilling him into. He was full of surprises tonight.
Ivan kissed a smaller, equally affectionate kiss to the fresh mark, a chuckle rumbling out of him and he shifted his position so he was pressed flush against the omega’s back. “I wanted to cum together.” He almost sounded disappointed. Almost.
“Then try again,” Till sassed back, his brow twitching. Ivan meets the attitude with another brutal thrust, this time aimed directly at his prostate.
Ivan would be insane to deny a request like that. With Till in the early throes of heat, he knew that they would have plenty of chances to get it right.
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“When are you going to take me away from here, Ivan?”
It’s a few months later, and the pair have properly devolved into their respective roles. Till is adapting to his new life more readily than either of them ever could have imagined, but one thing that had begun to grate on him was the secrecy of their relationship. He wanted to be with Ivan openly, and the thought of being unable to stand by Ivan’s side in case some other omega tried to take what was his was maddening.
There was no doubt that he’d been labeled a missing person ages ago, so suddenly reappearing as though nothing had happened would raise more red flags than necessary. The last thing Till wanted was some nosey detective snooping around in their business.
“Hmmm… I don’t know, Till. I just want you all to myself. I don’t think my heart could take it if you tried to run away.”
“You’re my mate, you know damn well that’s not going to happen,” Till huffs, jabbing a finger at his lover’s chest. “I want a nicer house. If you love me, you’ll make it happen.”
Ivan smirked and leaned into Till, crowding him just to be annoying. “What kind of treat will you give me then, hm?”
Till didn’t have to think twice before retorting, “A baby.”
The effect is instant. Ivan would have to start browsing listings later that night. After he drags Till to their bed and wrecks him again.