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Will’s leg bounced under the table as he ran a nail over his lip, catching on a dry piece of skin which he began to pick at. Anxiety thrummed through his veins as Mike continued to talk, wrapping up their campaign.
They’d been spending as much time as possible together this summer before they went their separate ways—him to New York, Max and Lucas to Boston, Dustin to Georgia, Mike undecided, and Jane deciding to stay in Hawkins—which resulted in as many campaigns as possible on the weekends. They had all discussed maybe sticking together while going to college, considering they were a pack, but had all come to an agreement that maybe it’d be good to at least try for a year or two to get away from Hawkins (minus their obvious trips back to see Jane) and just live normal lives.
Will’s reason for anxiety, though, was yes, because of leaving Hawkins, but also because of what he had decided he’d ask Mike tonight.
Will had finally presented—the late bloomer of their group despite being the eldest—as an Alpha back in the summer of ‘85. That hadn’t been fun combined with the return of the Flayer. Ever since then, he’d absolutely hated his designation—it reminded him too much of Lonnie’s disgusting Alpha swagger. He despised the untoward aggression he’d have towards his Omega mother and Beta brother; the warm ruts he had where he didn’t want to touch his dick at all, hating the bulbous tissue that swelled at the base of it; the scent girls had complimented him on back in Lenora, the mention of his “musk” making nausea rise in the back of his throat.
He wasn’t sure anyone would understand his desire to be an Omega, especially a male one. Male Omegas weren’t all too common, but they weren’t exactly rare either; they were seen as outcasts and oddities, but Will found he didn’t care. He had been an outcast since he was young, bullied for being quiet and effeminate. He’d still stare into the mirror, tracing his features and praying to keep the ones he’d gotten from his mother, of the long lashes, the soft lips, the gentle curve of his jaw. He craved the gentler parts: he yearned to build a nest; he felt envious when he’d hear Max purr while curled up in Lucas’s arms; he wanted to be someone’s Omega. Which led him to tonight.
Mike and El had finally told the Party after the Vecna situation had settled that they’d been broken up since California (which Max had cheered at to the Party’s laughs) but just hadn’t mentioned it considering the chaos of everything.
Will found, though, that even after reducing Mike to just his “Tammy” when coming out to the Party, it had done the opposite of reducing his love for the boy. Mike’s lingering touches and stares that persisted didn’t help, even after the other Alpha had proclaimed that they’d still be best friends. It increased the yearning in him to be Mike’s Omega.
They had always been together and something in him had ached when he’d become an Alpha; it’s not as if Mike and him would’ve ended up together anyway, being two boys, but there could’ve been some work around being Alpha and Omega.
He had thought about it for months, tossing and turning in his bed as the thoughts crawled to the forefront of his mind: ‘I can’t ask Lucas, he’s with Max. Dustin is only a Beta. Jane and Mike aren’t together anymore. Mike is my best friend. If he says no, we’ll be going our separate ways anyway. I’ll ask Mike to bitch me.’
Bitching was such a crude word for the process, and it was thought to be an insane thing to ask for in this day and age. It was demeaning to even think about—for an Alpha to ask to be made an Omega. Will knew he would be putting a lot of weight on Mike’s shoulders by asking, but he would only be asking for the other boy to dominate him (which was still off-putting) through dousing him in his pheromones, using his Voice on him, and if need be, to bite his mating gland. Just deep enough to overpower his Alpha instincts and trigger the manifestation of his Omega status; it would fade anyway once he’d get his first heat and the bite wasn’t re-opened.
He jolted as he felt a foot nudge his. He looked across the table to see Mike raise a questioning eyebrow at him as his mouth moved. Will tuned back into the conversation.
“I think we’ll call it for tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah. Next Saturday we’ll be kicking that stupid Sea Hag’s ass, Wheeler,” Max snorted, scooting her chair back before Lucas could get up and pull it back for her. Even with her Omega status, Max was still the same old her—tomboyish and confident in every action she took, often not falling into the stereotypical Omega behavior. However, she had admitted to Will one night she enjoyed her Alpha’s doting behavior and had settled into her designation, fueling Will’s envy.
Will managed to raise his hand, waving goodbye to the others as they headed upstairs and home. Jane came over and hugged him, and he told her to be safe on her way home; Lucas and Max would be dropping her off, but still, she was his sister and even if he wasn’t an Alpha, he’d be protective of her.
Silence settled over the basement as it just became Will and Mike. They had discussed the day before that Will would sleep over, Mike asking him to just so it’d be “the two of them, like old times.” It was an added bonus that his parents had gone out of town with Holly to try and have a nice period of recuperation after everything, and Nancy and Jonathan had gone to visit Steve and Robin wherever Robin’s uncle lived.
He turned his gaze away from the stairs onto Mike, surprise running through him seeing Mike’s eyes already on him.
“You okay?” He asked, moving his binder aside, leaning his elbows on the table as he focused all his attention on Will. Will hesitated, eyes darting over Mike’s face as he worked up the courage to speak. He took in the other boy’s face as it softened, his brows knitted together in concern and pink lips parting as if to say something else.
“Um… yeah. I, uh, actually have something to ask you,” Will blurted out, taking in a shuddering breath.
“Okay… Go ahead.”
“I- I, um. You can say no. But… But I’ve been giving this some thought. And I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you. You’re my best friend, and… and I need you to bitch me.” Will felt his hands shake, and he brought them down to his lap, clenching them together to try and still them.
“You… You want me to bitch you?” Mike asked, brows drawn together in bafflement. Will felt himself flush, his anxiety coming back even stronger.
“Not want. Need. But, um. Like I said, you can say no. I just- I hate being an Alpha, Mike.” Again, he understood that the idea of being bitched was a demeaning affair and some people enjoyed being Alphas, like Mike and Lucas did. It could also be traumatic for the fact it went against all Alpha instincts being forced to submit, but Will didn’t care; he already had a pile of trauma, and if Mike agreed to help, he didn’t think it’d actually leave a scar like that.
“You know it’s permanent, right, Will?”
“I would hope it’d be,” Will mumbled. Mike went quiet, and Will lowered his eyes to the table, focusing on the die that lay abandoned in front of him instead of Mike’s reaction. He heard the scoot of Mike’s chair and the shuffle of his steps as he stood up and moved over to Will’s side. He kept his eyes trained on the die, still nervous and slightly afraid of Mike’s response as the other Alpha knelt beside him.
He stiffened as Mike placed a hand over his clenched together hands.
“Will, look at me. C’mon,” he urged. Will turned his head and looked at Mike, pressing his lips together to stop them from trembling.
“You really want this?” Mike asked, tone soft as he rubbed a thumb over the back of Will’s hand.
“Yes,” Will answered, voice almost a whisper. He could feel tears gather at his lash line at the desperation that flooded through him, still sensitive even with all of his Alpha hormones. He didn’t know who else to ask if Mike said no.
“Okay… Okay, I’ll do it.”
“You will?” Will said shakily. He felt a tear fall, relief rushing through him.
“Yeah, I will. I’ve… I’ve seen how uncomfortable you’ve kinda been since you presented. You never really enjoyed talking about being an Alpha like Lucas or I do. If this is what you want, then, yeah, I’m gonna help. What’s a paladin’s oath for?” Mike teased, offering a tentative smile. Will huffed out a watery laugh.
“Thank you,” Will murmured, reaching a hand up to wipe at his face. Mike was faster, his other hand coming up to rest on Will’s cheek, the pad of his thumb running over the soft curve of it as he wiped the tear away.
“Of course, Will. We need to talk rules though, right? What… What exactly did you want me to do?”
“Um,” Will sniffed, trying to collect the thoughts that had seemed to dissipate at his relief.
“We don’t need to, uh… do anything sexual. I wouldn’t ask you to do that. We’re just friends and we don’t need to make it weirder than this already might be.” Why did he say that, shut up. “Just- Just, um, the domination thing. With your pheromones and Voice. If we really need to, you can squeeze my gland to force me into submission and… and bite it, to make sure the bitching takes effect.”
Mike’s eyes widened and he breathed in deeply, processing what Will said. His thumb traced over Will’s cheek again before he seemed to realize and pulled it back, having it join his other hand atop Will’s.
“Okay… Okay, okay. Pheromones, Voice, and biting. Got it. And Will, this isn’t weird. You’re my best friend, got it? I’d do anything for you.”
Mike peered at him, eyes still wide and puppy dog-like as he stared at him.
“Okay, yeah. Thank you, Mike.”
Mike tilted his chin in acknowledgement then stood, knees cracking and lightening the mood.
“Time for bed, old man?” Will teased, voice still slightly shaky as he stood as well, pushing his chair in.
“Says the oldest. You’ll be in the senior home before us.”
Will barked out a laugh and shoved Mike, both of them sharing a grin as they made their way upstairs. Will was glad that nothing seemed to have broken with his request; he had been so scared that Mike was going to look at him in disgust and say no, maybe even tell him to fuck off.
Instead, here they were, perfectly normal as they trailed into the second floor bathroom and began getting ready for bed side-by-side.
Mike seemed to be taking the lead to calm Will, reassurance threaded through every action.
He pulled Will’s extra toothbrush (in yellow) that always sat in the cup on the counter out and put it under the water first before squeezing toothpaste onto it, while in comparison Mike put his toothpaste on first then wet his brush (in blue) down. Will tried not to read into these things, considering they had been best friends for so many years, but it left a little pleasurable aftertaste at the fact Mike still remembered all of these things.
They shared goofy grins with each other as they brushed their teeth, Mike’s mouth fully covered in the minty foam.
They spit out their toothpaste one after the other and rinsed their brushes, Will listening to the clack of them as they dropped back into the cup. He leant against the door, allowing some space as Mike leaned down to rinse his face.
He watched as some of the water splashed onto Mike’s hair, which was still in its stupid gelled, side part. He reached over as Mike straightened back up, setting his hand atop Mike’s as he went to turn the water off.
“Hold on.”
He put his fingers under the gentle stream, dampening them then lifting them towards Mike. Mike cautiously watched him but stayed still, bending down enough for Will to reach Mike’s head without needing to go on his tiptoes. He combed his fingers through Mike’s hair carefully, fingers still snagging on a few pieces due to the gel. He felt pleased as the water seemed to revive Mike’s curls a bit, falling back around his face.
“That’s better. You look too much like your dad the other way.” Will shivered at the image and Mike chuckled, shaking his head slightly like a dog as his curls bounced a little.
“Okay, got it. No more gel.”
“Nope. I like your curls.” Mike let out a soft hum of acknowledgement. Will forced himself to turn away and open the door. If he could, he’d stare at Mike all night long. His fingers itched to put pencil to paper, to capture the Alpha in all his softness that he seemed to only reveal to Will.
“You can go ahead and get changed,” Mike said as they started making their way to Mike’s room. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” Will called after him as Mike bounded down the steps.
He stepped inside Mike’s room, dimly lit by the lamp in the corner, and headed over to his bag that lay discarded by the desk. Mike had taken it from him when they’d arrived earlier in the afternoon and had brought it upstairs for him. The Alpha within him had recoiled at the gesture, but Will had blushed and allowed it.
He dug through his bag, grabbing onto his pair of sleep shorts. They were almost like one of the pairs he had worn during that summer he presented—soft and ending right at his upper thigh. He set them on the desk and shimmied out of his jeans, taking care to fold them then placing them on the desk. He picked the shorts up and pulled them on, enjoying the soft drag of them over his skin. He bent back over to grab his sleep shirt—a faded The Clash shirt passed down from Jonathan—but hesitated as his fingers grazed it.
He glanced over at Mike’s closet (newly rebuilt to Mike’s delight) and took a moment to consider stealing a shirt. Mike’s clothes were, of course, drenched in the heavy musk and citrus smell that made up the other boy’s scent. The Alpha part of him felt revulsion at it, at another Alpha’s dominant scent overpowering his; the Will part of him loved it. He had always loved Mike’s scent even with the unease that would roll through him when he smelled it. Sometimes it smelled like the woods, too—the ones that surrounded Castle Byers. Even as his body would fight against it, he’d find comfort in Mike’s scent.
He sighed and gave in to the urge, pulling his hand out of his bag and walking over to Mike’s closet. He wasn’t sure what the other Alpha was doing that was taking so long, but thankfully it was giving him time to rifle through Mike’s closet like the weirdo he was.
He settled on Mike’s Hellfire shirt that had been pushed into the far back, discarded after everything. Will didn’t blame him, considering the ties it had to the loss of Hellfire (of Eddie, someone the rest of the Party had looked up to) and the witch-hunt that had spawned over it. He did feel disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Mike in it, only getting a glimpse of him with his long hair in his baby “alternative” look from their yearbook club photo.
He padded back over to the desk and set the Hellfire shirt down, grabbing hold of his own and pulling it off, setting it on top of his jeans. He pulled Mike’s shirt on and fiddled with the hem of it between his fingers, enjoying the soft feel of it along with his shorts. His Alpha balked at all the softness covering him and Mike’s scent, but Will pushed it away; soon he’d be able to enjoy basking in soft and gentle things.
He jumped as the door opened, and he turned to look at Mike as the other halted in the doorway. There was a pregnant pause before both of them blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Um, sorry! I just-”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“You first,” they both said. Will giggled as Mike cracked a smile.
“Um. I just- I just thought maybe using your shirt could help? Already get me acclimated?” Will tried, the explanation horrendously flimsy to his own ears.
“Yeah! Yeah, whatever you need to do. It, uh. It looks good on you!” Mike’s face darkened in the low light. Will could feel his own face go hot.
“Thanks,” he mumbled. “Did you do whatever it was you had to do? Did you get my sleeping bag?”
“Oh! Oh, yeah. I did my side quest,” Mike joked, then continued nervously. “I- I thought we could forgo the sleeping bag. Like you said with the shirt, I thought maybe, uh, if you slept in my bed it’d help too.”
Will let out a soft noise of surprise. They hadn’t shared a bed since fifth grade—which the times they had before then had already been far and few between with Mrs. and Mr. Wheeler claiming them to be becoming too grown. After their respective presentations, it had definitely been a no-go considering how territorial Alphas could be over their bedrooms and especially their beds, regarding them as safe and private areas; Will had honestly been shocked when Mike had allowed Will up into his room to sleep in half the time instead of the basement when they’d returned from Lenora.
“Are you sure?” Will asked cautiously.
“Of course I am. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”
Will jerkily nodded, both of them standing there again before Will forced himself to move. He padded over to Mike’s bed and climbed in, positioning himself on the side where Mike’s nightstand was. He looked over at Mike then quickly averted his gaze as he saw the other boy was beginning to undress. Sure, he’d seen him in his swimsuit (could probably recall all the placements of the other Alpha’s freckles that dotted his back), but it felt different considering it was just the two of them… alone in Mike’s room.
He laid his head on the pillow, pulling the comforter over him as he kept his eyes away from Mike. He scratched his cheek as he waited for the other to join him.
He didn’t have to wait long as Mike stepped over to the bed a few minutes later, changed into a white wifebeater and loose shorts that hung low on his hips. Will felt like he could explode as Mike crawled into bed under the covers and laid down, facing him.
“You okay?” Mike asked with his voice almost a whisper as if to not break the calm settled over the room.
“Mm, yeah,” Will whispered back, lowering his hand to place it in the space between them. He stiffened as Mike reached his hand up and tangled his fingers together with Will’s. He didn’t understand where all the touchiness had come from again after coming back from Lenora and it still surprised him.
“It’s okay to be nervous. I mean I am… I mean! Probably not as nervous as you, but- but I wanna make sure I do this right.”
Will exhaled through his nose, his lips curling up in a smile as he relaxed at Mike’s own stress about it.
“It’s okay for you to be nervous too, Mike.” He shook their entwined hands gently. “It’s a big thing I’m asking you to do. I really appreciate it.”
Mike shuffled his head forward and Will blinked at how close he got, their noses almost touching. Mike’s eyes were as wide open as they could go, the dark brown of them almost black. Will felt he could get lost in them—like they were a black hole and he was forever stuck in the gravitational pull of them.
“Of course. Will, I really meant it. I’d do anything for you.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, squeezing Mike’s fingers. “I’d do the same for you too.”
Mike grinned and squeezed back.
“I know… Let’s try to get some rest, yeah? We’ll figure out doing the whole thing tomorrow.”
Will nodded as best as he could with his face squished against the pillow. He took in Mike’s relaxed face, the way his lips curved up in a smile, how his nose crinkled and the freckles on it shifted as it did so.
“Goodnight, Mike,” Will smiled, forcing his eyes closed as their hands stayed together.
“Goodnight, Will.”
It took maybe a moment for the lull of sleep to wash over him; he had thought it’d take longer with how anxious he’d been, but he thinks he knows why. He’s with Mike, his biggest source of comfort.
He could swore as he dipped further into the pull of sleep, he felt a brush of a hand on his face and an indecipherable whisper.
Will scrunched his nose as light shone onto his face, bringing him out of sleep. He tried to burrow further into his pillow, but heard the ruffle of the sheets next to him. He cracked his eye that wasn’t squished into the pillow open, and saw Mike facing him, already awake. He must’ve been awake for a while, as his eyes were bright. His curls were slightly scrunched and frizzy from sleep, and Will could feel fondness blooming in him at the sight.
“Hey,” Mike said, voice low and slightly raspy with sleep as he looked at Will. It sent butterflies through his stomach, and he prayed he wasn’t blushing.
“Hey,” he said back softly.
“Did you sleep okay?”
Will let out a soft mhm, dragging a finger over the sheet they laid on.
“Did you?” Will asked.
“Yeah…,” Mike replied, trailing off. The silence was a tad awkward as they stared at each other, unsure of where to go from here. Mike inhaled deeply, seeming to take the initiative.
“Y’know, I was, uh, recalling what Ms. Davis had told us in our class about… bitching. You know I have to make you believe I’m forcing it onto you, yeah?” Mike said softly, and Will nodded, his cheek still squished into the pillow as he forced himself to continue to look at Mike. The other Alpha tilted his head, a message being conveyed through his face which took simply a second for Will to understand—they were doing this now.
Will felt a thrill of excitement run through him along with a ball of warmth that seemed to appear in his stomach. Any previous sleepiness evaporated as he quickly got his hands under him, pushing himself up and scrambling over Mike. Mike stayed in the bed, giving him a head start as his head turned, tracking Will who stumbled out of the bed and onto his feet. Will dared to glance at Mike, whose nose flared and eyes seemed to darken. Holy shit.
He turned away from Mike and rushed over to the door, carelessly swinging it open and wincing as it banged into the bedroom wall even as he broke into a run towards the stairs.
He’d barely made it halfway down the steps, his heart just beginning to pound as he heard the thud of Mike’s feet as he threw himself out of bed and after Will. He had to stifle a laugh at the exhilaration the whole experience was giving him. He needed to trick his brain into thinking it wasn’t wanted.
He could hear Mike’s footsteps drawing nearer as he tried to gain his footing on the tile of the downstairs, his socks sliding against it as he moved away from the stairs and into the kitchen. His hindbrain seemed to finally pick up on the situation as a snarl burst out of him once he caught a glimpse of Mike behind him, grabbing onto the banister as he made it onto the tile as well. He caught a hint of Mike’s scent, his Alpha recoiling at the overpowering way it filled the air and the thread of domination that seeped through it.
Will forced himself to keep moving, tile transitioning into carpet under his feet as he made it into the front hall. His vision tunneled onto the door into the basement that was wide open. He barreled towards it, his heart thudding in tandem with his feet and Mike’s as the other Alpha stayed hot on his trail.
He took the stairs down by two, having only a moment to take in the couch which seemed to have been prepared with pillows and some blankets for a subpar nest (his stomach fluttered at the thought of Mike having taken the time last night to do this as his proclaimed side quest) before Mike crashed into him and his arms wrapped around his waist, lifting him far enough with his Alpha strength to have Will’s toes barely graze the floor. Will felt his stomach flutter at the show of strength—of Mike’s arms around him—before instinct kicked in.
“Get off!” Will snarled, shock rolling over him along with a sense of fear as he kicked his legs out and managed to knock his heels into Mike’s legs, the smack of it reverberating up through him. Mike let out his own snarl as he shuffled them over to the couch, throwing Will onto it.
Will shifted, trying to grab at the arm of the couch to pull himself up as Alpha instincts kicked in, screaming at him to fight back. He bared his fangs and snapped at Mike as the other grabbed onto his nape, thumb over his gland, squeezing onto it to try and force him to go limp. Alarm bells screeched in Will’s head as he thrashed, face shoved into the pillows and blankets as Mike avoided Will’s mouth and crawled on top of him, pinning him down. Will let go of the couch’s arm, swinging his hand back to try and claw at Mike out of pure reaction. He heard the other hiss as his nails caught on skin, tearing slightly.
“Enough,” Mike growled, Voice coming out as his hand grabbed onto Will’s and shoved it under his knee to keep him trapped, mirroring Will’s pinned left hand. Will heard himself let out a shrill whine, animalistic terror clouding his mind as his Alpha thrashed at the position they were in.
“Fuck.” He felt Mike hesitate and he squirmed, reinvigorated by the pause. Most rational thought was gone as he tried to free himself, tears streaming down his face. The small part of him—the Will part—was enjoying this, delight mixed with terror running through him. He could feel his cock hard against the couch, and okay, what a freak he was even after telling Mike no sexual stuff.
“Shit, okay. This is gonna hurt, sorry.”
His mind went foggy as he tried to snap at Mike again, a growl building in his chest as the other Alpha shifted his hand up onto Will’s head, pressing it firmly into the cushion and shifting it to the side. Will vaguely realized what he was doing; Mike was trying to gain easier access to his gland. He jerked his head, trying to scrunch his head back to cover the vulnerable area on the side of his neck. Mike’s hand stayed firm though, Will’s head bent enough to keep the gland in sight.
“Will. Will, stop.” Will’s whole body trembled at the command, trying to fight against it. The small conscious part of him thought he must look feral—teary eyes blown wide as they stared up at Mike from his periphery, spit dripping from his lips as he kept his fangs bared.
“Fuck. Okay, okay.”
He tried one last time to break free, his Alpha howling as Mike bent down, his lips parting and fangs flashing in the fluorescent light of the basement. Mike’s scent filled the whole basement, oppressive and heady.
He felt a warm puff of breath coast over his neck, then soft, chapped lips on his skin before there was a sharp pain and an accompanying loud wail. Will realized it was coming from him.
He felt his body go limp, fingers twitching as the pain strengthened for a moment as Mike bit deeper, ensuring it’d stick, before it abated. The Alpha’s fangs slid out of Will’s skin, his tongue flattening against the bloodied bite as he lapped at it in apology.
Will sobbed, drooling as he tried to gain control over himself, his limbs still trembling. He managed to get thanks out to Mike, probably incomprehensible through his crying. His mind was blissfully blank, the stupid Alpha inside that had dogged his every step gone. The horrible musky scent that clung to his skin was also gone, and instead he could make out the beginning of something lighter and flowery.
He felt Mike’s tongue leave his skin, then the boy clambered off of him, helping to turn him over as he was too weak to do so himself. He felt himself blush at the fact he was still hard and inhaled, trying to calm himself. Instead, he found himself letting out another sob as he took in Mike’s scent without disgust flooding him.
“Shit, Will, hey, are you okay?” Mike asked, kneeling beside the couch and cupping Will’s face in his hands. Will didn’t trust his voice so he nodded, vision blurry as he reached a shaky hand up to grasp at Mike’s wrist.
“Thank you,” he finally slurred out, gripping as tightly as he could onto Mike.
“Yeah, fuck. Of course, Will.”
Mike’s thumbed Will’s tears away, a sense of déjà vu appearing from the previous night. He shivered, his whole body adjusting to the bite and rush of hormones. He shifted and tensed in place as he felt slick drench his underwear, his body seeming to catch up and emit the proper reaction to becoming an Omega. The heat in his face burnt even hotter.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. His vision had cleared enough, and he focused back on Mike’s face. He felt a ball of warmth erupt in his stomach as he took in Mike’s dilated pupils, the flare of his nose as he took in Will’s scent, and the blood on his lips.
“Don’t- Don’t apologize. You… Fuck. Okay. I know you said, uh. No sex stuff… God, this is the worst time to talk about this, but shit, Will, I like you more than as a best friend and I’d really love to be your Alpha and fuck you?” Mike said in a hurry, then stared at him in shock like he couldn’t believe what he said. Will stared back with the same shock, then burst out into laughter that broke off into a moan as he felt another gush of slick come out of his hole.
“Fuck, Mike,” he groaned, letting go and reaching up weakly to grasp at the Alpha’s shoulders, lukewarm beneath the heat of Will’s own hands. “I’m- I’ve wanted this for so long, I don’t even know what to say. Yes, yes.”
Mike beamed at him and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Will’s spit-sickened lips, licking over them. Will parted his lips, allowing Mike’s tongue to push inside, tasting the iron of his own blood as Mike’s tongue trailed over his fangs.
Mike’s hands lifted from Will’s face as they continued to kiss, moving down to Will’s hips and plucking at the waistband of his shorts. Will pulled his legs up enough to plant his feet on the couch, lifting his hips to let Mike pull the sticky shorts and boxers off, dropping them on the floor with a wet sound.
“Shit, you taste so good,” Mike murmured against Will’s lips before he pulled back, tracing his hands up the Omega’s thighs, stopping on the curve of his hips and pushing his shirt slightly up. Will panted, chancing a glance down at his cock, seeing the pre-cum smeared on the red tip as it laid against his heaving stomach. He watched one of Mike’s hands move from his hip over to his dick and groaned as it lightly grazed over it.
“Mike,” he called impatiently, clutching onto the boy’s shoulders. Mike lifted his hand and shuffled up onto his feet, Will whining at the loss of contact.
He watched his Alpha straighten out, shimmying his shorts and briefs off, his dick erect and just as flushed as Will’s. Will felt his mouth water at the sight of it—longer than his. He shivered at the thought of it in him, hitting all the right places.
“Come on, Mike, come on,” he pleaded impatiently, reaching his hands out for him. Mike crawled onto the couch as Will spread his legs, allowing him to settle into the space between them.
“God, you’re so pretty, Will. All mine, huh?” Mike said as he leaned forward and placed one hand on Will’s inner thigh, the muscle of it trembling. The other hand trailed down to Will’s ass, slipping between and pressing into his hole easily. A broken noise came out of Will as he clenched on the finger, wishing for more.
“When do you think your pussy will come in?” Mike asked huskily as he crooked his finger just right, a moan bursting forth from Will.
“Mnn, first h-heat?”
“Will you let me break it in?”
“Uh-huh, hngh, yes, right there, Alpha please.” Will jerked, head flying back as another finger joined the first, a dull burn as his hole stretched to accommodate. Mike’s fingers rubbed against the sensitive bud he had found within him.
Wet noises filled the air, slick dripping onto the blankets and coating Mike’s fingers as he scissored his fingers inside Will.
Once he’d loosened Will enough, he withdrew his fingers, Will arching his hips to try and keep them inside.
“Baby, c’mon, don’t you want my knot?” Mike teased. Will whined, nodding thoughtlessly. He kept his eyes on Mike as he brought his wet hand to his cock, groaning as he fisted it for a moment then jerked his hand up and down the length, using Will’s slick as lube. Will let out a breathy sigh as Mike let go of his cock, hands coming to grab at Will’s thighs and pulling him closer onto Mike’s own thighs, helping to prop him up.
He squirmed as he felt Mike’s cock rub against his own, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure down his spine. He bit his bottom lip as Mike shifted, grabbing his cock and pressing it against Will’s hole.
“Ohh,” Will keened loudly, glad it was just them in the house as Mike continued pressing into him, filling him completely as he eventually bottomed out. He could feel the beginning swell of Mike’s knot, and it felt so good being inside him, not on him.
Mike’s scent enveloped him as he leaned forward slightly, seemingly pushing deeper inside. His hands moved up Will’s legs, holding him under his knees and pressing them into Will’s chest as he shuffled on his knees and pulled out, enough to still keep the head of his cock inside before slamming back in.
Will let out an incomprehensible stream of remarks and sounds as Mike fucked into him, picking up a rhythm. The drag of his cock over Will’s walls sent sparks of electricity through him. Will felt pleasure wash over him, at how well Mike fit into him, like he was made for him.
Sweat dripped down Mike’s temple and onto his cheek, and God, Will wanted to lick it.
“I’m- I’m gonna fill you up so good. ‘M gonna get you fucking… fucking pregnant with my pups, huh?”
Will keened at the idea, the image of the swell of his stomach clouding his mind, his Alpha’s claim on him furthered.
“Mmn, Alpha, please.” He cooed, almost lightheaded.
They didn’t last for long, especially as one of Mike’s hands drifted down and pressed onto the bite mark in the crook of Will’s neck. A ragged moan was punched out of Will at the sensation, and he felt his dick spurt weakly as he shook apart, Mike’s own whine filling the room as he slammed back inside Will one last time. He felt the Alpha’s knot swell to its full size, locking them together as Mike pumped him full of his release.
“Fuck,” Mike panted, his thumb grazing over the bite mark. Will let out a weak noise at the sensitivity of it. “You’re such a good Omega. So perfect for me.”
Will felt his chest rumble, but this time with a purr of contentment. Mike carefully lowered himself atop Will, Will’s thighs clenching around his bony hips as if to keep him there, Mike fully on him feeling like a weighted blanket.
“You’re a good Alpha,” Will said hoarsely, reaching a hand up to brush the curls out of Mike’s face, who’d positioned himself to look at Will.
“Yeah?” Mike asked, a tired grin on his face.
“Mhm,” Will hummed. “I’d want you to get me pregnant.”
He felt Mike’s dick twitch inside him and rolled his hips in reaction, both of them hissing at the overstimulation.
“Fuck, don’t say that,” he laughed, pressing his face into Will’s chest as if to hide.
“I mean it… First heat,” Will giggled, a bit loopy from the satisfaction of their coupling.
“Yeah, okay. Your first heat,” Mike replied, lifting his head again and crawling gently up to press his lips to Will’s in a soft kiss. Will felt more content than he had before in his life.