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It’s a beautiful morning. Sunlight is seeping through the cracked curtains, bathing the room in soft, early morning streaks of gold. It’s cool in the room— not cold enough to be uncomfortable, but just enough chill to cause one to never want to leave the cozy nest that is their bed.
Mike has no plans on leaving this bed anytime soon. It’s a Sunday morning after all. That means no work, no responsibilities, nothing. He doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do.
And to top it all off, the cherry on the cake, so to speak… he has a sleepy bunny wrapped up in his arms. A very adorable sleepy bunny, at that— all velvety soft ears drooping over his sleep-mussed brunette locks, fluffy little white tail twitching unconsciously against the bare skin of Mike’s stomach.
Mike can’t help but to loop his strong arms tighter around his sleeping boyfriend, pulling him a little closer, burrowing into the crook of his slender neck. He scents him gently.. and god, he smells so good. He always does. Like a delicate vanilla and the sweetest honey you’ll ever taste. It’s a heady mixture, and taking in the aroma is comparable to doing an entire line of cocaine.
Mike can’t get enough of Will; the brunette is truly like a drug that he wants to overdose on again and again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get enough.
The wolf feels his tail twitching behind him, his fluffy ears perking up when they catch a sound from the drooling, barely-conscious bunny— a soft, cute-as-hell purr. Almost as if Will is reacting to the touch of his hands, the feeling of his nose grazing his scent gland without even being fully awake yet.
“Morning, bunny,” Mike greets in a soft voice, laying a kiss right over that sensitive spot on his neck, before trailing a ticklish line of light kisses right up to his fluffy hair. The featherlight kisses make Will let out a quiet, drowsy giggle.
“Morning, Mike,” Will says, his tone gentle and a bit raspy from sleep. The familiar voice sends a pleasant, warm shiver down Mike’s spine, and he has to will his tail to calm down so it doesn’t start thumping against the mattress in excitement that his bunny is finally awake.
Mike forces his ears to go flat again— tell-tale evidence of feigned nonchalance— when Will turns his head a bit, angling himself so that he can look at Mike over his shoulder. “You slept good, pup?”
Damn, Mike wants nothing more than to wag his tail and start licking Will in pure affection right now. He loves when his bunny calls him nicknames like that. He loves to hear Will’s voice in general, no matter what he’s saying. There are few things he enjoys more than looking at his beautiful face, admiring the way the sun’s rays reflect off of his gorgeous hazel eyes. It makes the dazzling green-brown irises sparkle, like they’re full of fairy dust or some magical shit. It’s absolutely jaw-dropping, how Will can be so beautiful this early in the morning.
“Yeah,” Mike croaks out, inwardly cursing himself when his voice breaks. Even after all the time he and Will spent together, he still gets so flustered and bashful when the two of them make eye contact. Will’s eyes are just so deep, and Mike feels like he could drown in them if he isn’t careful.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?” Mike asks softly, clearly in regard to their passionate mating last night. The two of them have had sex countless times since they began dating so many years ago (when they first started presenting), but every single time it seems like it’s only getting better. Especially when they are going through their cycles.
And last night, Will in particular was. He hadn’t had a heat that struck him this hard in quite some time, and Mike had seen it coming for weeks. Even so, when Mike came home from work and caught the scent of Will’s sweet arousal in the air, it hit him so hard that it felt like a slap in the face.
Nothing could have prepared him for that. Nothing could have especially prepared him for the way his omega immediately hopped over and sat at his feet, rubbed on his leg, and let out soft whimpers that sounded both distressed and needy.
Mike was a weak, weak man. And his sweet bunny clearly needed some attention. He just couldn’t resist those batting lashes, the pouting pink lips, the pitiful flopping over of his bunny ears. It was so obvious his poor boyfriend was sitting in a pile of his own slick, so he took it upon himself to relieve the ache the only way he knew how.
That’s how they ended up here. In bed, wrapped up both in each other and in navy blue sheets.
Another tidbit worth mentioning is that Mike is still inside Will. His knot from last night never fully went down, so that means he is still locked into place inside him and there’s nothing he can do about it— not until his body decides to do the work, anyway.
Which is more than alright with Mike. He loves being connected to Will in this way. It makes him feel like not only are they physically connected, but their very souls are bonded together as well. It’s a euphoric feeling that he is in no hurry to get rid of. In fact, when he and Will have to part, he will mourn that loss.
“Mmhm, feeling good,” Will replies, resting one of his small hands over Mike’s larger ones, letting their intertwined fingers sit idly on his stomach. “A little sore, but I’m fine. It’s not the bad kind of sore.”
Mike could sigh in relief. Even though he knows his bunny likes it rough sometimes when his hormones are all out of whack and his body is extremely fertile, the last thing Mike would ever want to do is hurt the one who loves the most.
“Good,” Mike replies next to Will’s ear, his voice a hushed whisper. “Maybe I should give my poor baby a little massage, since he’s sore, though.”
Will huffs softly when one of Mike’s large hands start working over the squishy-soft, mole-dotted skin of his side in kneading motions.
“Mmh, that feels nice. My puppy is so good to me,” Will says tiredly, but his voice is dripping with affection. He leans up and gives Mike a soft kiss right on the corner of his mouth, then lets his lips slide up to the freckles smattered over his nose and cheeks like little constellations of stars. “He always makes me feel so, so good. Who’s a good puppy?”
Mike blushes deep scarlet, heat flooding into his face like an avalanche he can’t control; his tail beginning to move without his consent. He can’t stop it no matter how hard he tries when Will talks to him like this— the way his poofed tail starts thumping erratically into the mattress, wagging so quickly it rocks his whole lower half, the way his fluffy ears flatten in pleasure.
Will absolutely notices; he always does. And he always loves it when his usually rough-around-the-edges alpha lowers his guard and makes himself vulnerable. Especially after such an intimate experience together.
“Aww,” Will coos, maneuvering his hand back so that he can scritch Mike behind the ears, working his fingers into the black fur there with gentle precision. He knows exactly how to make his puppy feel good. “So cute when you’re shy, baby.”
“Shut up,” Mike grumbles, but he can feel his lower lip jutting out in a pout. He leans forward and gives one of Will’s flopped over ears a little nip with sharp canines, his hand simultaneously giving his plump ass cheek a sudden squeeze, simply out of spite.
Will yelps in surprise, his tail giving a violent flick. “Hey! Stop that!”
Mike chuckles mischeviously, his lips pulling up into a sly smirk at the whiny tone in his bunny’s voice. “You can’t make me do anything.”
Will glowers at Mike over his shoulder, giving him his best intimidating expression. Key word, his best, and his best isn’t very good. It’s cute, it’s endearing even, but it has to be the least intimidating thing Mike has ever seen in his life. He isn’t scared in the slightest— he’s a wolf, so little scares him anyway, but his bunny could never scare him in the slightest. So, Mike makes eye contact with his boyfriend, his tail thrashing playfully.
“Oh reallllyyy?” He draws out tauntingly, his hips giving a roll upwards. It isn’t much, but if nothing else, it serves as a reminder to Will.
I’m still locked inside of you. You’re still mine, and I can make you mine again at any moment I choose to.
The message must get across, because Mike can feel the way Will’s pulse jumps in his neck, the way his hips twitch downwards just barely; he can hear the way a gasp gets caught in his throat. He could fist-pump in accomplishment right now for getting the desired reaction if it wasn’t nerdy and stupid as hell— so instead he settles for letting his tail give one last thump before he snakes it around Will’s bare thighs.
“Hey, that tickles, you big dork..” Will pouts, goosebumps breaking out over his legs as the fur of Mike’s long tail brush against them.
“Oh really? You didn’t mind so much last night, my sweet,” Mike whispers teasingly, giving a long lick over the scent gland on Will’s delicate neck. The pale expanse of skin is painted not only with the beautiful moles that Mike could trace over and count with his eyes closed, but now also with lovely marks from the night before. Bruises of many different shapes and sizes, some a deeper red than others. Mike knows he really got carried away, as those same bruises are scattered over the bunny’s ass and the insides of his thighs too.
“Yeah, and that was last night,” Will retorts sassily, but despite the snark he feels a full-body shiver wrack him at the feel of Mike’s hot tongue dragging over one of his most sensitive areas. “It’s not last night anymore.. right now ‘m tired, and sore, and I really have to pee. God, you did a number on me.”
Mike’s face falls, his impish smirk slowly fading to nothing. Will has to pee.. yeah, that isn’t going to work. This knot is taking much longer than usual to go down. Not that Mike cares— the thought of it actually sends his wolf instincts haywire with possessiveness over his mate. He isn’t sure if it’s simply his alpha nature or if he might be going into rut soon, but the thought of staying knotted inside his bunny’s cunt all day, keeping himself sheathed as deep as possible to make sure his cum takes…
He can’t think about it. He’ll get hard again.
Then again, Mike’s dick is never down when he’s around Will, he feels like. He’s constantly horny, always in the mood for sex, not a second goes by that he doesn’t want to bend him over and breed him stupid, even when neither of them are going through their respective cycles.
Hey, it’s the bunny’s fault for being so… bratty. And yeah, it might be Mike’s fault too. Just a little bit.
“You have to pee, bunny?” Mike asks, letting his hand glide down his soft, slightly pudgy stomach. “Sorry, but I don’t think I can let you. My knot still won’t budge.”
Will lets out a soft whine, squirming just slightly when Mike’s fingers push down on his lower abdomen. “Hey, don’t do that, it makes it worse,” he squeaks out, his voice almost breaking. “I really do have to go. I don’t think I can wait, Mike—“
Mike is starting to feel a little bad. The bunny does tend to have to use the bathroom quite a bit, especially after doing anything sexual— it’s just in his nature. However, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it at the moment. There’s nothing either of them can do, really. They are locked together for god knows how long, both of them unable to move or go anywhere.
Mike has to admit, as much as he loves being inside his bunny, he is feeling a bit stiff. And he could definitely use a bathroom break right now too.
“I’m so sorry angel,” Mike says, genuinely feeling bad. His hand begins rubbing over his boyfriend’s lower stomach, feeling the fullness there, the bulge of his cock deep inside him. He’s sure that has to be so uncomfortable— a dick pushing on your bladder when it’s about to burst.
The rubbing doesn’t seem to help either. Will begins to whimper and try to writhe away from Mike’s touch. “Mmf, please, don’t.. It makes it worse when you touch me. It hurts so much, I have to go so bad, Mike.”
Mike chews on his lower lip anxiously, reluctantly pulling his hand away from Will’s stomach and letting it rest on his hip again instead.
He does feel so bad for Will, and he wishes he could do something for him, don’t get him wrong.. but at the same time, hearing him whine, feeling the way his smaller body struggles and squirms under his strong hold.. it’s so, so fucking arousing.
“Bunny,” Mike rasps, groping Will’s hip with purpose. “I might be able to do something for you.”
That causes Will to let out a small trill, one of those cute sounds that reverberate through his chest and is typically made when he’s curious about something. Mike nearly melts despite how horny he suddenly feels. “Hmmm?”
“Why don’t you just… let go?”
Will lets out an absolutely undignified squeak from the utter shock that question unleashed in him. Mike is still nuzzling into his neck, so he can feel the way the blood there starts pumping faster, evidently flooding up to Will’s face, seeing as his cheeks start to flush a pretty rosy pink color. Mike himself can’t see it however, because Will buries his face in the pillow, his ears drooping further and obscuring his eyes in sheer embarrassment.
“Mike..!” He chokes out, his voice muffled in the pillow, but Mike is still able to make out what he is saying. “I’m not.. peeing right now! Are you insane?! I’d rather my bladder burst!”
“Sure,” Mike snarks at him, playfully tapping at his hip. “You won’t be saying that when that actually happens.”
“It feels like it could,” Will groans, clearly in misery as he tries to lift his hips off of Mike’s huge knot again. “Mmf, this hurts..”
….despite Mike’s earlier internal dialogue about being “only a man,” Mike isn’t really fully man either. He has alpha instincts, the blood of a wolf literally running through his veins, and something about seeing his bunny whimpering and complaining is making him want to growl in satisfaction.
Before he knows it, he’s moving. Not his tail this time. His hips. He can’t control it, he can’t make himself stop.
Fuck, he can barely shove his dick any further because he’s already buried so deep, but it still feels so fucking good. The tightness of Will’s walls around him, the way they clench around his cock like they don’t know how to do anything else. It feels like his bunny is sucking him in despite the protests..
“Mmm..mike, Mmph-“ Will whines, his paw clawing into the sheets in a white-fisted grip. “Please, oh my god, that— I can’t-“
Mike growls, looping his arms around Will’s middle in a possessive, strong grasp as he continues to rut up into him. The tip of his cock is hitting just the right spot with every jerk of his hips, and it’s making Will drool and roll his eyes back.
Mike can’t see Will’s face, but that’s okay. He already knows those pretty eyes are rolling back in his head.
“Mm..f-fuck, oh my god. Yes,” Will pants quietly. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to- oh god, Mike.”
“You have two choices,” Mike says as he keeps up the slow rhythm. His tail is still snaked around Will’s thighs, his hand resting on Will’s hip to ground the both of them, his other hand finding its way into those silky brunette locks. He lets one of his fingers playfully flick at one of Will’s floppy ears, making the bunny keen softly. “Be a good boy and hold it for me. Or you can be a naughty bunny and pee all over yourself. What do you say? Hm?”
“I..” Will trails off when Mike just doesn’t stop. It’s like he’s completely lost for words, sinking into a submissive headspace and just taking whatever his alpha gives him. He always gets like this specifically when he’s feeling too much for his smaller body to handle, and hearing the whining and incohesive babbling that falls from Will’s gorgeous lips drives Mike up the wall every single time. “Yes- god, I can’t hold it. Mike, you’re gonna make me— stop-“
One more thrust deep inside Will, and that’s all it takes for something absolutely unexpected to happen.
Will is whining, quivering like a leaf in a raging wind as he spills all over himself, turning the sheets beneath him and Mike to a deep blue color from the sudden wetness flooding into them.
Mike can’t say anything. He can only watch, mesmerized. He feels a growl crawling up his throat as he watches his bunny wet himself, as he listens to those embarrassed little whines that go straight to his cock. Those sounds are like music to his ears, and the sight of that golden liquid coating his soft stomach like a humiliation ritual is so arousing he nearly feels dizzy with it.
Mike never thought he would be into this, but here he is. Harder than he’s ever been in his life. So fucking hard he can feel himself throbbing with need inside the bunny’s cunt, which is now, oddly and ironically enough, coated with a fresh produce of slick.
Then again, Mike can’t say he’s all that surprised. Animals, especially canines, like to mark their territory in this way. So he’s normal for liking this so damn much, right? He’s normal for suddenly having the overwhelming, primal urge to fill his bunny’s soaked cunt with something more than just his cum this time?
Right…?
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike,” Will says, his voice laced with nothing but pure shame and panic when the last few drops spurt out of him. His ears fall further over his eyes, and the blush on his face has spread to his neck so far that Mike can clearly see the redness blooming on the back of it.
Will is an adorable, timid little thing— and Mike admires it. He really does. But can his boyfriend really not tell that he’s fighting to keep control? Can he not hear the ragged breathing right next to his ear, can he not feel the way he’s throbbing?
Mike wants nothing more than to pummel Will into the mattress. Fuck him absolutely silly and make sure it takes this time. His alpha instincts are howling with it, his jaw is clenched and his ears are sticking straight up in alertness.
He also can’t control the way his tail starts thrashing against Will’s soft thighs, causing the mortified brunette to finally— slowly and cautiously— unburrow his face from the pillow.
“I tried to be a good boy.. I really did,” he cuts himself off with a small thump of his leg— a signature bunny action of rebellion or disapproval— on the mattress when Mike’s tail continues to wag rapidly. “Hey.. cut that out with your tail!” He snaps.
Mike lets out a hoarse laugh, letting his hand migrate from Will’s hair to his chin instead. He holds it in a firm but not rough grasp, tilting the bunny’s head enough so that they can look at each other again.
His breath hitches when those pretty eyes widen in shock. Will’s hazel irises dart all around the room in panic before fixing on the lamp on their bedside table. Sometimes Will does that, Mike has found. He doesn’t like eye contact, it makes him nervous. Mike knows that it’s a display of submission.
Their dynamic simply shouldn’t work because of this situation— Mike is a wolf. He is a predator. Will is a bunny, making him the helpless prey. At the end of the day, their love and devotion for each other wins out against these odds. However, even a blind person could see that their most primal, dark instincts sometimes bleed out.
Mike’s urge to hunt, and Will’s urge to run.
It’s completely natural; something they can’t just fight against. Which is why Will has made a habit of not making eye contact, of dipping his head lower, of presenting fear and submission so beautifully.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” Mike urges, gently tapping at Will’s chin to get his attention back on him. When it works, he continues, his voice a low and affectionate purr. However, there is something dark beneath it as well; a sense of thinly veiled lust and control. “You’re always my good boy, no matter what you do. But… you are a slutty little bunny for pissing all over yourself.”
“Mike!!” Will squawks out, his ears instantaneously making a move to fly back down over his eyes again, but Mike catches them and flops them back upright. “I’m already embarrassed enough as it is, don’t say that!”
Mike chuckles, finding Will’s outrage adorable. He wants to kiss him so bad. He wants to taste those pink lips that have been bitten raw from Will’s anxiety. He wants to be the one to bite them, he wants to be the only one who ever does.
So he leans down, pressing his lips to his horrified boyfriend’s soft ones in a kiss that’s hungry and careful all at once. Mike can scarcely hold back, but he’s still putting in his best effort to portray that he really cares with every slide of his mouth. That Will doesn’t have to be so ashamed to let go in front of him. Even though the shame is adorable and it makes Mike’s dick hard, he does still have somewhat of a conscience left. He isn’t completely evil.
…yeah, he might have to retract that statement. Will is whimpering into Mike’s mouth, reaching behind him and sliding his hand into dark curls and tugging. Eventually his hand wanders, clawing and pulling at Mike’s ears instead as their kisses grow sloppier. Mike is beginning to let out low, guttural growls of his own, unable to help himself anymore.
Mike’s tongue tangles with Will’s, his sharp canines dripping with saliva from the hunger he feels, and it’s making everything downright filthy and wet. A mixture of their shared drool is slipping from the corner of Will’s mouth, and it causes them both to moan hot and heavy into each other’s mouths.
Simultaneously, Mike has begun moving again, rolling his hips into Will’s in little circular motions, and it only makes Will pant and grab at the wolf’s ears more urgently.
“Mike.. you bad pup, I told you to stop grinding into me,” Will scolds, his warm, humid breath ghosting over Mike’s spit-slicked lips and sending a jolt through his entire body and straight to his groin. “This is all your fault.”
“When is it not my fault?” Mike smiles cheekily before giving Will’s plush lower lip a sharp nip. He’s always looking to push his bunny’s buttons just to see the way his nose twitches and his pretty face twists in a scowl.
And that does happen— Will’s cute nose wrinkling up— and it sends Mike’s tail flicking in interest again.
“I hate you,” Will grumbles, clearly just bluffing. His cute ears lie flat on his head in faux annoyance.
Mike knows how Will operates. He knows that just as he likes to push Will’s buttons, the little brat likes to push his as well. And Will too does it for a reaction- to get manhandled, to get scolded.
Mike gives a particularly rough snap of his hips, causing the bunny to gasp in an intoxicating mix of surprise and pleasure, and to let out a breathy ‘oh god.’
“If you hated me so much, you wouldn’t be gushing all over my knot like some needy bunny who can’t control himself, hm?” Mike says, his tone just the slightest bit derogatory. “Sweet little bunny. Insatiable. You just can’t get enough of daddy’s cock.”
Mike’s words are enough to make Will start to squirm again, but this time he isn’t trying to squirm away. It’s like the deep thrusts from his alpha have thrown him into a violent heat all over again, given the way he’s trembling and breaking out into a sweat. He is also giving in to the grinding, beginning to move his hips down onto Mike’s in subtle movements.
Mike moves his hands, resting both of them on Will’s hips. He holds him hard enough to guide his grinding, but not enough to hurt him. And then he starts helping Will’s tired body down onto his cock, allowing him to meet Mike thrust for thrust.
Will whines, his jaw falling slack, his eyes snapping shut and his face twisting up in ecstasy. “Mmhm.. love your cock, daddy..”
There it is. Will is breaking so beautifully for Mike, just like he always does. He’s doing the thing where he goes boneless, allowing Mike to manhandle his body like a ragdoll, all while he goes mindless from the feeling.
“I know you do, sweetheart,” Mike coos, his hand sliding down to rub over the side of Will’s soft, meaty thigh in slow strokes. The strokes inside Will’s cunt remain slow as well, but no less deep and precise. Every slide of his cock against those slick walls is delicious for the both of them, and before too long, the slow and careful pace is just not enough.
Mike grunts, his fingers digging into Will’s thigh without even really meaning to, and his hips start moving more erratically than before. It’s a bit frustrating because of his knot, and since he can’t move much he is essentially humping Will like a dog. And even though the large swell at the base of his cock is making sex a rather tedious task at the moment, the glorious feeling of being sheathed so deep inside his boyfriend’s tight heat makes up for it.
“Oh fuck, alpha, please don’t stop- Please, fuck me just like that,” Will begs in the most breathy, whiny, high-pitched and downright slutty tone of voice Mike has ever heard in his life. It only makes him swell further, if that’s even possible.
It must be, because Will’s hand flies down to clamp over Mike’s larger one on his thigh. He holds onto it tight, like he’ll fly away from the overwhelming sensations if he doesn’t hold on. “Oh my god- Nngh.. daddy, please. Stretch me out..”
Mike pants raggedly with every upward jerk of his hips, each one getting more and more uncoordinated. He doesn’t want to finish yet, but his pretty, whimpering, blushing bunny is making that pretty damn difficult. “God, you’re so bad, angel. Pissing all over yourself and acting all cute and shy about it, few minutes later you’re already back to being a cock slut. Do you really have no shame?”
Despite Mike’s accusation of Will having no shame, the bunny attempts to hide his face away all over again at the words, his ears dropping down over his eyes for the umpteenth time.
Mike isn’t having it. He grabs both of Will’s delicate ears in one large hand, giving the velvety, sensitive appendages a good yank. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Will feel it, and more than enough to remind him of who’s in control. “Don’t hide your pretty face from me. I want to see you when I make you cum all over my cock.”
Will yelps, his eyes flying open and his ears going stiff at the rough handling. But when Will makes eye contact with his alpha again, he melts, his eyes falling half-lidded and his ears going slack in that dominant hold. He knows better than to question anything Mike says in a situation like this.
It’s odd, the two strikingly different personalities Mike has, almost like two sides of a coin. When the two of them aren’t having sex, Mike is the one who listens to everything Will says. He’s easily swayed by those doe eyes and pretty batting lashes. All Will has to do is say the word and he will be right on top of it.
But at a time like this? He’s a completely different person. The animal comes out in him and he just isn’t physically capable of being that sweet boyfriend who will do anything to appease his bunny anymore. However, he also holds the knowledge that getting like this is what pleases his bunny more than anything else, so he can’t allow himself to feel too bad about it.
So, he doesn’t try to hold back. He doesn’t let go of Will’s ears; he rather keeps a firm grasp on them, holding them both in one hand so that he can’t hide away his face anymore. He continues to fuck Will up the mattress, but he slows just for a moment to push Will’s knee out in front of him gently so he has better access.
Will gets all whiny when he slows down, tears welling up in his hazy eyes when the new angle helps Mike to piston his hips even rougher, knot be damned. “Please,” he sobs out. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. Mike- Don’t stop, don’t you ever stop.”
“You’re beautiful,” Mike rasps out as he fixes his dark, wild gaze on that wrecked face again. “My pretty, gorgeous bunny princess. So nice and polite, but you fall apart soo beautifully for me, my darling.”
Will whimpers— an abrupt, high-pitched squeak of a whimper— as Mike’s words hit his ears and his entire body like a punch to the gut. Sparkling tears spill over his waterline, soaking his lower lashes before rolling down his cheeks like the rarest diamonds.
Mike doesn’t think he’s ever seen such beauty before. Not even in his wildest dreams. He watches, absolutely entranced at how a singular tear drips down his right cheek, collecting right over that cute beauty mark above his lip.
He can’t leave it there; it’s too pretty to ignore. He has to taste the evidence of Will’s pleasure. He has to get his mouth on that beautiful mole that is one of the many things that made him fall in love with Will in the first place.
So he leans down, licking a hot stripe over that little beauty mark, collecting the salty tear on his tongue. The taste elicits a soft groan from him, and he can’t help but give Will a proper kiss on the mouth as well. He kisses him deeply, urgently, like he’ll die if he doesn’t get his tongue down his throat at this very second. And honestly, if he did die of oxygen deprivation anyway, he would die a happy man in knowing that he was breathing in the air from Will’s lungs when he did. That he was inside the person who he loves more than anything in the world.
“Love you, Will. Oh god, I love you so much. I- I’m gonna cum,” Mike warns in a low, strangled whisper. He is now fucking into Will hard enough for the sound of their skin slapping together to echo in the small room, disturbing the peace of the early morning. Will is moving a whole inch up the bed with every thrust, so Mike grabs onto his thigh tighter to hold him in place.
Will’s hand also squeezes tighter over Mike’s, and it’s sweating and trembling. Actually, Will’s entire body is trembling and flushed, breaking out into a sweat. Mike can see the beads of sweat on Will’s back, the back that is now arching away from him. Will is definitely getting close as well.
“Mike, let me.. please, oh god, let me cum for you. Daddy, I can’t- fuck- I-“
Will’s sounds are absolutely obscene. The way his breath hitches with every rough thrust, the way his words get caught on those lovely catches of breath is just downright pornographic and it makes Mike scrape his nails over that thigh and bury his nose into Will’s neck again like a madman.
“God, Will, you sound like such a slut-“
“Daddy—!” Will mewls, suddenly unable to keep up anymore. His body tenses up like a coiled spring ready to snap, and Mike can feel the locking up of his muscles under his hands that are now shakier than Will’s were a moment before.
And then, it’s all over. Will can’t contain it anymore, and Mike watches in complete, reverential awe as he breaks so wonderfully. Just like he always does.
Before it happens, his voice breaks out into a steady stream of moans that only get louder and higher. And then he just goes silent, his jaw going slack in a silent scream of pleasure. His body finally snaps, almost violent convulses and shivers wracking his entire smaller frame as Mike holds him down and fucks him through it relentlessly, still holding onto his ears in an iron-grip but also whispering his filthy praises into them.
And then Will lets out a sob of absolute ecstasy as the last of it rips through his body, and that’s what makes Mike finally lose his grasp on the thin rope he was hanging from.
And when Mike cums, he bites.
He lets out a wrecked, low moan as his sharp canines sink into Will’s mating gland deep enough to draw blood. It earns a choked whimper from the brunette below him, but not much else. Will is so used to the wolf’s biting every time they have sex that he feels nothing but a heady pleasure from it. No pain. No discomfort.
“Oh god, yes, please fill me up..”
Mike growls at those enticing words, mumbling a raspy “gonna fill you with my pups,” before snapping his hips up into his bunny as deep as possible, pumping his release into that wrecked cunt in thick ropes. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum so much in his life, and the sense of ownership and satisfaction he feels from breeding his omega so thoroughly is immediate.
His fluffy tail is wagging like it’s self-propelled at this point. It’s practically a blur. His ears are sticking straight up from the force of his orgasm. And through the bliss he feels pulsing through his veins, he misses one minor detail.
Not minor, really. This is a major detail. Something that is impossible to ignore but also impossible to control.
He’s filling Will up with something else, and he really didn’t mean to. He knew he had to use the bathroom badly— both of them did but neither of them could because of being knotted together. Hence the reason they got into the predicament in the first place— fucking like a pair of wild animals first thing in the morning, simply because of an accident in bed.
Yeahh.. it’s Mike’s turn to have an accident as well. And now he suddenly understands all too well the humiliation Will had felt some minutes ago.
Still.. it feels so, so unexpectedly good. Filling his bunny up to the brim, stuffing him with everything he has to give. So he pushes back the embarrassment he feels and renews his strong grip on Will’s thigh and ears, his claws digging in as he essentially makes him take every drop of the seemingly never-ending stream.
“Take it. Take it for daddy,” Mike mutters, out of breath but still maintaining his dominant demeanor.
Will is shaking all over again, soft whimpers spilling from his abused lips as he’s filled with a liquid that is different than anything he’s ever felt inside him before. It’s.. strange, but it’s so warm. It’s so claiming and filling, and he suddenly finds himself lazily rocking down onto his alpha’s spent cock. Like he’s silently saying “I like this. I want this.”
“Oh.. Mike, I am so.. so fucking full,” Will pants out, his voice laced with uncomparable bliss. “Ah..”
With a soft grunt, Mike finally finishes. His knot hasn’t gone down, if anything; it has only swollen bigger. None of Mike’s release will be spilling out at any time soon, and it makes his alpha instincts purr with approval.
“Good boy,” Mike finally says, stroking soothingly over the reddened, scratched raw skin of Will’s thigh. “You did so good for me.”
“Mmf, you pissed inside me, Mike..” Will states the obvious, a gleeful little giggle escaping his beautiful, swollen mouth. “And I can’t even be mad about it because I did do it first.”
Mike huffs out a laugh, sliding his hand up to Will’s middle and giving the slim waist a little affectionate squeeze. He feels so much right now, and it isn’t typical for some alphas— but for him it’s the norm. He feels a constant sense of love, affection and a gentle ownership swirling in his chest at all times.
Like damn. This gorgeous boy is really mine? He trusts me so much with his lovely body? The same lovely body that might carry my pups one day?
Mike can hardly believe it to this day. After all these years, he is still so proud to call Will his omega. His. No one else’s.
“Mhmm, it was only fair,” Mike says, the lazy smirk adorning his face evident through the slur of words. He leans down, pressing a featherlight kiss over the slightly bloody mark on Will’s neck. When he tastes the metallic, iron-like taste of Will’s blood on his tongue, he lets out a little hum of satisfaction.
Will smiles. A dopey, beautiful stretch of his lips. And then when Mike leans up from his neck, he also leans up to let their lips meet in a kiss.
This one is a softer slide of their mouths, gentle and unrushed. Mike completely releases his grip on Will’s ears, letting them droop freely over those tousled brown locks in favor of cupping his flush-warmed cheek instead.
Mike pulls away first, letting out a chuckle against Will’s mouth when the bunny pecks it one last time. They look into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Mike gets flustered first (ironically), his eyes darting to Will’s ear in his bashfulness.
On instinct, he flicks that ear with his finger in a playful gesture. “Your ears are cute. I love them so much. And your tail too, you’re just so adorable everywhere, my love.”
Will flushes a deep scarlet, scowling at Mike and reaching down to give that tail of Mike’s— still wrapped around his thighs— a good yank. “Stop, you’re gonna make me get shy and then you’ll start teasing me again. And we know how that went last time.”
The alpha yowls when the most sensitive part of him is treated so roughly, and he pouts like a child as the jolts of slight pain zip up his spine. “Hey! That hurts, you brat. And you know you loved it.”
Mike is playfully thumping his tail once again, a sly smile stretching across his face despite his exaggerated display of pain.
“I did love it,” Will admits under little pressure, his own tiny cotton-tail twitching against Mike’s abs. “But unfortunately we have piss and cum all over these sheets now. And I have to wash them!”
Will is petulant, the perfect picture of an irritated bunny, and it’s the most adorable thing Mike has ever laid eyes on in his life. He can barely refrain from cooing at the sight.
“Hey, I’ll wash them. I don’t want you moving any time soon. I’m sure you’re gonna be more than a little sore,” Mike says softly, giving Will’s waist a gentle tap. He already knows that the protests are coming, so he opens his mouth again before Will can. “Don’t argue with me.”
“Okay, fine. But we can’t go anywhere right now…. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m lying in my own piss,” the bunny grumbles, shaking his head as his blush deepens.
Mike laughs, a mischievous look crossing his freckled face as his tail gives a little thump on Will’s thigh. “Or I could just roll around in it until it dries.”
Will wrinkles his nose in absolute disgust, an expression of mock-horror flashing in his eyes. He scoffs, giving Mike the best swat that his weakened arms will allow him.
“Dogs are so gross!” Will complains, his leg stomping down onto the ruined bed. “Literally, what is up with you guys?! You’re big, smelly, you never groom your fur. You shed all over the place!”
Mike chuckles, unabashed this time as he pulls his little bunny closer, ignoring the startled yelp it pulls from his throat. “But you love me.”
There’s a long pause, before Will’s face softens completely in surrender. It’s honestly so predictable, the way Will folds for his alpha so easily. The way they both fold so easily for each other.
“I do love you, Mike. I really do.”
Mike’s tail wags happily again. This time not out of mischief or arousal or anything similar to that. Just.. happiness. Undying love and affection.
Because out of everything Will has said today, out of all the new discoveries they’ve made in this single morning session, hearing that Will loves him is still his greatest discovery of all. It will always be his favorite.