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"Might wanna do somethin' about that," Chimney whispers to Eddie, jerking his head to the side and popping a piece of bubblegum in his mouth. They're in the kitchen, Chimney readying a cup of coffee, Eddie scavenging the cupboards for his protein powder. "They get any closer, and we might have to contact HR."

Eddie pauses his shuffling, turning his head to where Chimney is looking. Sitting on the big sofa of the resting area is his new probie, Buck. Buck, and—

"Kramer," Eddie sighs, shaking his head.

Marcus Kramer. Paramedic of over ten years, around the same age as Eddie, and a fill-in for Hen since she needed the day off to help her mother. He was a decent guy—nobody Eddie would ever talk smack about, but also nobody Eddie would compliment, either. The B-shift captain warned him of something like this happening; the uh, flirting.

Kramer was a proud, self-proclaimed Omega's man.

Eddie could see why he thought that, honestly. The man stood taller than everyone else in the Firehouse at 6'5, he worked out religiously in the gym to get muscles that could probably help him pop watermelons with one hand, and he was, objectively speaking, handsome: sun-kissed skin, well-combed chestnut brown hair, hooded green-hazel eyes, a strong jaw with a straight nose. There was something off about him, though.

Maybe it was the fact he was leaning into Buck's personal space, the Omega giggling and fiddling with that stupid snapback he loves to wear as Marcus recounts what's most likely a dramatic tale from an on-the-job near-death experience.

"Isn't Buck like…" Chimney tilts his head up at the ceiling, counting on one hand before throwing a raised eyebrow at Eddie. "25? 26? What's he doing flirting with someone so old?"

Eddie holds back the growl that threatens to slip from his mouth, shaking his head as he watches Marcus' eyes flick down to Buck's lips—Buck's full, plump, somehow always wet with his own spit thanks to his chronic need to lick them—lips. He could easily tell Chimney what he's thinking, if he weren't captain: Buck obviously has daddy issues, couldn't you tell? It's why he always needs us to pat him on the back, tell him he's doing a good job.

Buck lets out a loud laugh that rings through the firehouse, tossing his head back and exposing his neck. It's blemish free of any bites, long and almost delicate even if Buck has shown time and time again he's, at least physically, anything but delicate. Eddie can't count the number of times he's had to sit Buck down, scold him for putting his life in danger in such a reckless way, only for Buck to turn those puppy eyes on him like a weapon and mutter in the sweetest most bratty tone: But I didn't get hurt, did I?

Hen and Chim had an ongoing bet when Eddie would either trade him with someone from the C-shift so Bobby could take on the challenge that was Evan Buckley, or finally fire him. It annoyed Eddie, but he understood why they had that bet. Eddie was a man who abides by the rules. Buck was a man who broke them. Eddie respected people regardless until they proved they didn't deserve it, whereas Buck made people earn it. They were two sides of the same coin, and it was rare they ever had a shift where Buck didn't butt heads with Eddie.

Whenever Eddie thought of letting Buck go, though, he would picture Buck after his first loss on the job: the way his bottom lip had trembled, his eyebrows curved up, the ocean blue color of his eyes glassy with tears as he whispered I just want to be enough to save everyone, and well…he just couldn't.

Chim said he was going soft. Hen agreed. Eddie? Well…Eddie didn't want to unpack the can of worms that was the feelings Buck made him feel. Especially when the emotions were like the ones he felt while watching Kramer reach out and brush an eyelash from the top of Buck's high cheekbones—the ones no boss should feel for their employee.

"Kramer," Eddie barks, Chimney turning away to hide the laugh he huffs under his breath. Kramer pulls away from Buck as though he's been burned, looking over the sofa to meet Eddie's eyes. "Weren't you supposed to be doing laundry right about now?"

Kramer swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. Luckily for Eddie, Kramer was also someone who yearned for the captains to like him. "Oh, uh—sorry, sir, but I did that about an hour ago."

Eddie clenched his jaw, but he didn't have to dig deep for the next task to throw the man's way so he'd get his paws off of Buck. "And the bathrooms?"

Confusion flickers across Kramer's face. "I thought—"

"Less time talking," Eddie all but hisses, refusing to look at Buck as he does so. "More time cleaning. Go."

There's a question on the tip of Kramer's tongue. Eddie can tell by the way he clenches his hands and gazes at Buck. Why not the probie? It's a question plenty have thrown Eddie's way, Chimney and Hen included. One Eddie hated answering because it always came out as a fumble, and it always resulted in him being called soft. Again.

"I can help," Buck speaks up, a sly smile on his face as he reaches out and places a hand on Kramer's forearm. The Alpha jumps at the touch, looks down at it, face flushing.

Eddie can picture what Kramer is thinking, because he's thinking the same thing.

Buck pushing Kramer into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. Huddling him up to the sinks and pressing his mouth on his. Hands suddenly underneath shirts, shirts suddenly tossed to the floor, and Buck having to bite down on his lip to stop his moan from echoing too loud when Kramer nips at the line of his jaw and gropes his chest, his love handles, his ass.

"Absolutely not," Eddie says, his voice once more demanding, loud.

Buck looks at Eddie, raises an eyebrow. His hand is still on Kramer's forearm, mocking Eddie as it squeezes his forearm nicely. "I just want to help my teammate, Captain."

Eddie grits his jaw. "Kramer, I suggest you get to work now."

And since Buck isn't worth the stress of having a Captain kick his ass, Kramer obliges, not even apologizing as he practically runs down the stairs as though he got lit on fire.

Buck narrows his eyes, crosses his arms, and tilts his jaw up at his Captain. There's no longer that sweetness that clung to him when Kramer was in the room, and if he wasn't wearing the obligatory scent patches they all had to wear during work, Eddie was sure his disappointment would sour the entire firehouse. "Seriously?" He asks, sounding as though he's speaking to his overprotective father rather than his figure of authority. "Talk about a cock-block."

Chimney sucks in a breath, the hiss almost drowning out the sound Eddie's hand makes when he slams the side of his fist down on the counter-top.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Eddie asks, that intense feeling that's rested on his chest like an anvil starting to deteriorate with every angry word that falls from his lips. "Flirting with a coworker on the clock like that—there is a reason teammates who entangle themselves are not on the same shift, Buckley."

And Buck, being the pretty, young, sassy thing that he is, merely rolls his eyes—as if he hadn't already brought Eddie two steps too close to a heart attack. "Right. Maybe it's because you lived in a different time than me, old man, but fucking doesn't mean dating. Or are you one of those narrow-minded Alpha's who thinks silly little Omega's like me need to keep their legs crossed until I find the one?"

It goes so silent, Eddie thinks his head is about to explode. A ringing starts in his ears, and Chimney is looking at the both of them with wide eyes and a dropped open mouth. Eddie's blood boils in his veins, and all he can think of is—Buck on his knees, Buck on his back, Buck moaning, Buck splaying his pussy open, Buck, Buck, Buck. It drives an iron hot rod through his heart, triggers that primal part of his brain he tries to keep under wraps, because this—

This is why Eddie treats Buck differently.

This is why Eddie can't find it in him to trade Buck to a different shift.

This is why Eddie feels possessive, like if he sees a single person lay a hand on the Omega who should be his, he will paint the entire town red until everyone finally understands that Evan Buckley—with his pouty lips, and trim waist, and soft skin, and tight little ass—is his. Age or not, Captain or not—Eddie Diaz was going to be the one to tear the skin over Buck's mating gland apart, be the one to infect him with his DNA, and there was nobody else on Earth who would prevent that from happening.

Even though his brain feels as solid as dismantled cotton, even though his ears are ringing and his body is trembling with rage; Eddie manages to get three words out: "My office. Now."

Buck, unfortunately, is well-versed in Captain Diaz's office.

There's a large desk with two well padded sitting chairs for guests, as well as an office chair for the Captain himself. A bookshelf with all sorts of books and files neatly tucked away. A nice plaque that reads Captain Eddie Diaz that will switch from his name, to Bobby Nash's, to the other Captain Buck has yet to meet, depending on the shift. There isn't much personality to the room because, well, there are three leaders and they all share it. The only thing to change in the room when Eddie is on shift is the photo that houses a young little boy with curly brownish-blond hair. His son, Christopher.

A photo that Eddie immediately tucks away into a drawer and then slams shut when Buck closes the door behind him, leaving just the two of them in the room.

Eddie sits down in his chair, grips the desk, and swallows tightly. The line of his shoulders are taut, and his cheeks are red in the way they get when he is so angry, he can hardly keep it together.

Buck wishes, truthfully, that he didn't find his Captain being so angry, sexy.

Buck takes a few steps into the office, loops his thumbs into the belt-loop of his uniform pants, and waits. And waits. And waits. Just watching as Eddie hangs his head and digs his fingers into the desk. He gets bored after doing his fifth sweep of the office with his eyes, sighing.

"Is there a reason you called me in here, Captain Diaz, or do you expect me to read your mind?"

Eddie jerks his head up, his eyes darker than normal at the sound of Buck's voice.

Buck ignores the shiver that zips down his spine, shifting in a way that rubs the plush of his inner thighs together.

"You know," Buck continues, sounding almost bored as he does so. "If you wanted to put me in timeout, you could've just said so. There's no reason to get all dramatic about it."

Eddie still doesn't move, his eyes like a predator locked onto their prey.

Buck sighs again, this time the noise deep and drawn out, hoping to piss Eddie off enough for him to at least say something. "I'm sorry. There, is that what you want me to say? I'm sorry I—I don't know, got all anti-rule on you again, and tried to fuck one of my coworkers. But just so you know, he wanted me. It wasn't like, a one-sided thing where I was trying to use my Omega prowess or whatever old folks refer to it as a way to seduce someone. He even started it, actually, on our last call. Put his hand on my thigh, squeezed it. Told me my eyes looked pretty in the sun—that's a really common pick up with Alpha's, you know. Saying my eyes are pretty. And I don't know, I'm lonely, and it's not like I was actually going to fuck him in the firehouse, I was just—"

Eddie moves without Buck even realizing it. One moment he's gripping onto his desk, and the next he's crossed the distance and taken the back of Buck's neck into the grip of one of his palms, scruffing him in an experienced motion that causes Buck's words to die off in a squeak, his entire body going limp. He makes a noise of confusion when he falls into Eddie's arms, the Alpha huffing as he gently places Buck in one of the seats at his desk. Buck mewls, head lolling back with his neck on display, body sinking into the seat.

It's not the first time he's been scruffed—but it's typically illegal for an Alpha to do it to an Omega they have no familial or romantic ties to. Buck blinks a few times, head hazy, eyes swimming as he watches Eddie squat in front of him, both of his hands digging into the armrest as he cusses. While some scruffs can leave an Omega completely brain-dead, as well as paralyzed, this one didn't do that. Buck feels tingling at the tips of his fingers, a low interested heat pooling in his lower tummy as he completely relaxes.

Holy shit, Buck thinks, tongue heavy in his mouth as his throat goes dry. That was fucking hot. Why was that so hot?

His body hums as he shifts his eyes to gaze at Eddie.

"You can't—" Eddie growls, opening his hand and then squeezing it, looking as though he's fighting a war with himself. "Fuck. Fuck, why did I do that? Buck, I—look, I didn't mean to scruff you like that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Buck stretches out his fingers, feeling that pins-and-needles sensation glide up his arm. He moans low in his throat, feeling the control over his body slowly come back to him. He adjusts himself, pushing his ass back into the seat so he can sit up, and he reaches out to Eddie, placing a hand on his cheek.

Eddie flinches, similar to the way Kramer did not even thirty minutes ago. "What are you—"

"That," Buck says, chest feeling light and airy as he speaks. "Was fucking hot."

Eddie's eyes go round, his jaw popping as he grinds his teeth. "Buck, I—"

"You know," Buck continues, tracing his finger along Eddie's jawline, dragging it down and over the Alpha's Adam apple. "If you wanted to fuck me, Captain, that's all you had to say. There's no need to be so dramatic."

Eddie sucks in a breath, not moving as Buck regains his motor movement enough to slide the tip of his finger down Eddie's shirt, traveling in the groove of his abs. Buck's eyes are half-lidded for a different reason now, his mating gland swollen under his patch, his mouth parted, making these tiny little noises that makes Eddie want to consume him whole.

"Buck," Eddie tries, ignoring the primal urge inside of him that roars for him to fuck, breed, claim. "Buck, I am your Captain. You report to me, I—I'm supposed to take care of you. What I did was inappropriate, I'm—I'm like 20 years older than you."

Buck moans out loud as though his heat has suddenly struck, and then Eddie is jumping when he feels the young Omega's finger ghost over the boner straining up against his slacks. Eddie shivers, feeling saliva pool in his mouth as his fangs itch for permission to be free. Buck licks his lips—those fucking plump, pure pink lips that makes Eddie's cock throb even more—and winks.

"If you're supposed to take care of me, why haven't you bent me over this desk and stuck your knot inside me?"

Eddie hisses, drawing in a sharp breath when the Omega fiddles with his zipper, toying with it the same way he toyed with his dumb snapback while Kramer flirted with him. "You kiss your mother with that mouth, Buckley?"

"No," Buck breathes, now in full control of his body so he can move his face so it's only a hair away from Eddie's. "But I could kiss you with this mouth, Captain…I know you yelled at Kramer instead of me because you want me. You wanna know a secret? I want you, too." Buck shifts forward, his lips gently caressing the curve of Eddie's ear. "So why don't you disregard those dumb rules of yours for a minute, and take me? Or am I going to have to go looking for an Alpha who knows what they're doing with their cock—old man?"

Eddie snarls, his hand slipping between them to grip Buck's throat. Buck laughs, almost hysterical, as Eddie stands and pulls Buck up with him, dragging him to the desk. "God, you are such a fucking brat," Eddie cusses, turning Buck around by his hips and bending him over the edge of the desk. He places a hand on the lower of Buck's back, pressing down so he's forced to lay flat, the Omega mewling as he does so. "Always running into danger like your life doesn't matter, walking around the firehouse in those too-tight tops of yours and plump fucking lips. Is this what you wanted, baby, huh? A heavy hand to keep you down?"

Buck moans brokenly, pushing his hips back so his ass is flush against Eddie's pelvis. He's already wet; Eddie can feel his slick soaking through his underwear and painted-on slacks, the liquid smearing right over the head of his clothed cock. "Yes, daddy," Buck breathes, sounding on cloud nine as Eddie takes both of his wrists in one hand and crosses them behind his back, forcing his torso deeper onto the wood of the desk. "You gonna show me what a bad boy I am, Mr. Diaz? Stick your cock so deep in me, it rips open my womb?"

"Fuck." Eddie slides his hand over the curve of Buck's ass, bringing his hand up and then bringing it back down with a harsh slap that echoes in the room. Luckily for them, the walls of the firehouse are thick, hard to hear into, but if anyone were to walk past… "You realize just how badly you piss me off, Buckley? Can't get you out of my head—your tight little ass, the way your uniform seems almost a size too small at any given moment. Don't even get me started on that mouth of yours, sweetheart, because the amount of times I've wanted to shove my cock in it to get you to shut the fuck up is one too many."

Buck pants like a bitch in heat, pressing his cheek against the table as Eddie smooths his hand up his ass and hooks his fingers into the top of his pants. "You should do that, then," Buck tells him, chest heaving. "I've been told I have the lips for it. Just today, in fact—right before you decided to get all possessive over me. Tell me, Captain, just how long have you wanted to do this?"

Heart thumping loudly in his chest, Eddie channels all his strength into his hands, and tears Buck's pants in half. The Omega squeaks in surprise when it shreds down the middle, the rip messy with threads of fabric hanging as Eddie rips it all the way down to the ankle. Buck is complaining about something, but with his ass, which is getting hugged by a pair of baby-blue panties, on display—Eddie's ears can't hear anything other than the blood rushing through his body.

"Ay, qué rico," Eddie whispers, his voice a rumble that comes from the depths of his chest. He brings his hands up along the expanse of Buck's thighs, before cupping the underneath of his ass; the smooth, plush behind molding as Eddie's fingers knead into Buck like dough. His cock is now an aching anvil that weighs between his legs as he twists Buck's panties and tugs upwards, the Omega squealing as his pussy lips eat around the fabric. From what Eddie can tell, Buck is completely bare of any hair, and his lips are thick and juicy, begging for Eddie to suck them into his mouth. "Look at this, panties and a fucking snapback. God, I wanna eat you whole."

Buck tilts his head back when Eddie see-saws his panties through his folds, his tiny little cock straining against the front of his underwear, the texture making his nerve endings flare in every part of his body. "Mr. Diaz," Buck sweetly whines, pushing his hips back and swaying his pert ass side to side. "Mr. Diaz, please."

"You take—" Eddie lifts a hand and brings it down on Buck's behind, a pink print in the shape of his fingers left behind. "—what I give you, Buck. What is there to misunderstand? I'm not doing this to pleasure you, I'm doing this to punish you."

A rumbling purr escapes Buck, his thighs trembling as a gush of slick pumps from his cunt and leaves his panties even more wet. "Yeah? I don't think you're doing a good job of it so far, daddy."

Eddie lets go of the twisted panties in his grasp, Buck letting out a little whine of displeasure. He yanks the dumb snapback Buck likes to wear off of his head, grasping it tightly before bringing it down in a harsh arc that lands the part made of rubber down onto Buck's bare skin. Buck jumps, a little surprised ah! escaping him.

"You just really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?" Eddie whips the snapback down on Buck's ass again, Buck letting out a muffled moan when he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. "You happy about this, huh?" Another snap of the hat, this time on Buck's other cheek, red blooming on his pale skin like a flower. "To be bent over my desk, spanked like the brat you are? Tell me, Buckley, how long have you needed a heavy hand to keep you in place?"

Buck folds his arms under him, buries his face in between them and bites at them, the fat on his thighs visibly unsteady as Eddie continues to bring down Buck's hat on his behind harshly. He's whimpering, face flushing red, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. When he doesn't reply, Eddie hooks a finger into Buck's panties and pulls them half-way down his thighs, letting them pool around the knob of his knees, a thick string of vaginal discharge keeping it attached to Buck's cunt.

Eddie curves his finger into Buck's slick, brings it up to his lips as though he's eating a stray noodle. It smells of fresh peaches, juicy and ripe; tastes like that with what must be the natural flavor of Buck's pussy. He shoves his fingers in his mouth, unable to stop the loud moan that rips from him as he laps the discharge up as though he's a man starving.

"Tastes like goddamn nirvana," Eddie growls, voice husky. "Maybe if you weren't so eager for punishment, I'd get on my knees and taste it straight from the source."

Buck shuts his eyes, humps his ass back. He spreads his legs apart slightly, his pink, hardly-there cock barely sighted past the sight of his leaking hole. "Please," Buck begs, voice muffled by his arms. "Please?"

"No." Eddie snaps the hat in the air, popping the cup out. He then smacks the back of one of Buck's thighs, the fat wobbling, before gripping it and pulling his legs open wider. Buck arches his back in a beautiful curve, his cunt visibly throbbing as more strings of slick drip to form a puddle in the forgotten panties around his knees. "I have something better in mind for you."

"What do you—FUCK!" Buck lets out a startling screech when Eddie whips the snapback down straight on his pussy, his legs trembling as a shot of pleasure zips up his spine. He moans loud into the air, chest heaving, as Eddie uses one hand to wrap around his throat, gently applying pressure from behind.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," Eddie huskily says, his tongue still marinating in the aftertaste of the Omega's slick. "You like this?"

"Y-Yes," Buck nods, bringing in a sharp gasp and wincing with a whimper when Eddie smacks his pussy again. "God, fuck, please keep doing that."

Eddie's cock is now leaking heavily in his pants at the sight of Buck's bright red face, his ass a shade darker thanks to the harsh spanking. "You're my sweet little boy, right? Letting daddy do whatever he wants with you?"

Buck lets out a high, keening whine, his cock jumping a little spurt of pre-cum shooting from his tip as Eddie lands another harsh spank directly over his lips. "Your sweet little boy, daddy," Buck confirms submissively, voice shaking as Eddie gently glides the little rubber part of the snapback along his lips, cunt spurting discharge all over it and ruining the accessory. "Yours to spank all you want."

"That's it," Eddie coos, once more smacking the hat against Buck's hole and making him gasp. "Now you're getting it, baby. Take a few more without crying and I'll reward you by fucking you with my knot—how does that sound?"

Buck drools at the mention of Eddie's knot, his pussy twitching and squirting a little amount of release against the front of Eddie's pants. "Yes," he pleads. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Captain Diaz. Knot me, make me—"

He's cut off when Eddie spanks him rougher, moving the hat at a curve so it smacks against Buck's little button-sized cock that hangs above his cunt. "I didn't say I wanted to hear you beg. Now count for me. Is five gonna be enough, or do I need to add more?"

"F-Five is enough," Buck's voice shakes, swallowing before tacking on: "Sir."

"Should've told me I'm in charge of what's enough," Eddie teases, leaning over Buck's shoulder to bite at his earlobe. "But it's an improvement, so I'll take it."

Buck lets out a shattered moan at the praise, to which Eddie spanks him. "One." Eddie adjusts his wrist, brings it down in a softer motion that makes Buck's cunt twitch once more. "T-Two." And three, then four. When they get to the fifth, Eddie runs his hands down the slope of Buck's back, digging a thumb into the dimples at his lower back.

"Tan hermosa," Eddie mutters, letting out a satisfied sigh. He then brings his hand up and snaps the hat down with a sickening crack—one that has Buck letting out a cry, his head tossing back, his eyes squeezing shut, and his entire body collapsing against the table as it pulls a fierce orgasm from him: a spray of squirt completely drenching the front of Eddie's pants.

Buck reaches across the desk, curls his hands, tries to keep himself up; but Eddie has to lift him by his hips and turn him, pushing him so he's laying down on the desk. His shirt is ridden up to show off his flat tummy, legs open to show off his pink cunt which is drenched in his own orgasm. Eddie gathers a glob of saliva in his mouth, spits it directly on Buck's hole, and then sinks his thumb in, moving it around and experimenting the feel of Buck's spongy wall.

"I'm gonna knot you so deep you're gonna take my babies," Eddie growls, sticking his index finger in beside his thumb and giving Buck a quick, messy scissor that leaves the Omega mewling and trying to get away from his touch. "You like the sound of that, huh? Maybe that's just the thing you need to finally stay out of trouble—me breeding you full of pups, get you so knocked up you can't do anything except sit at home. You'd be such a good wife to me, wouldn't you baby? Take care of all my pups, keep carrying more. Fuck, I think I'll do just that."

Buck reaches up, sobs spilling from an open crack in his chest, begging for Eddie to come down and kiss him. "C-Captain—"

Eddie removes his fingers from Buck's cunt, slipping over his belt as he undoes it and tosses it to the side, hardly even getting his pants open before he pulls his thick cock out. It stinks of Eddie's natural musk and redwood, the girth practically dwarfing Buck's pussy and making him look smaller than he actually is. He groans, smacks the tip on top of Buck's, before letting it hot dog Buck's folds, the pre-cum mixing in nicely with Buck's slick.

"Tell me yes or no, sweetheart," Eddie says, his fangs already lengthening in his mouth. "Because when I knot you—there's no going back."

"Yes!" Buck shouts, pressing his shoulders into the desk and rocking his hips up so he can try to catch Eddie's tip in his pussy. "Yes, yes—want your knot, your pups—get me pregnant, make me yours."

Eddie plants a hand by Buck's hip and then grips his cock with the other, slowly letting himself sink into the molten lava that in his Omega's pussy. Buck lets out a broken moan, baring his throat and reaching behind him to claw at the desk. Eddie is balls deep within a second, feeling as though Buck's heart beat is gripping his shaft.

"T-Take—" Buck claws at his throat, his fingers lengthened, a tell tale sign of mating in progress. "Take this damn patch off—" Buck gets his nails under the patch, rips it off in one fluid motion. His mating gland is visible under his skin, swollen and throbbing. Buck moans openly, his sweet scent of peaches and vanilla making Eddie's eyesight go red.

"Y-Yes," Buck moans when Eddie begins to snap his hips in and out of the Omega, his cock turning white from Buck's pussy creaming around him. "Fuck me, Captain Diaz, breed me, mate me, F-FUCK!"

Eddie pushes his hand down on Buck's throat, the Omega choking as Eddie pounds in and out of his cunt with a fierceness he's never experienced with any other partner before. Buck is frothing at the mouth, his eyes flickering to the back of his head, pussy quivering and tightening around him. Ah ah ah falls from Buck's lips as Eddie fucks him hard and fast, the smack of his hip bones meeting Buck's pelvic bone practically drenching the sound in the room.

"I'm not—" Eddie growls, trying to get a hold over himself. "I'm not gonna last—"

"Knot me," Buck pleads, a huge grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "Knot me, daddy, stuff me full, make me—"

Eddie buries himself deep into Buck's cunt, his knot inflating all at once. Buck lets out a scream that the people outside most definitely hear, his legs hooking around Eddie's hips and his pussy locking down on his knot, making sure Eddie's cum won't go anywhere but straight to the depths of his womb in order to guarantee pregnancy. Buck's orgasm squirts everywhere between them, making a mess of things.

Eddie's mouth latches on Buck's mating gland, his fangs piercing them violently and drawing blood. His scent swells, filling the room with vanilla peaches. It extends Buck's orgasm, his pussy rippling like a disturbed river as he continues to cum between them. Once the bond is locked in place, Eddie pulls away and collapses on top of Buck, keeping the Omega pinned underneath him as his cock pumps wave after wave of seed inside the whimpering, spent Omega.

"Fuck," Buck whispers, his arms wrapping around Eddie and holding him close. "Oh my God, I think I love you."

Eddie forces himself onto two hands, looking down at the utterly wrecked Omega covered in tears and bodily fluids. He can't bring himself to say much, so he nods with a smile and then presses his lips against Buck's—sealing their bond with a kiss.

"Did you have to rip my pants in half?"

Eddie looks at Buck, who's pussy and cock is still out in the open, cum running down his legs in thick waves, his lower belly distended. He walks over, sweeps Buck into his arms, nuzzles his nose into his neck. "Yeah, I did."

"Dumb," Buck hisses, but he accepts the scenting either way.

"Your dumb Alpha, though."

Buck hums, accepting a soft kiss on his lips. "Yeah, my dumb Alpha."

FIN.