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Chris looks feral for him.
Nick is sprawled out on the bed, limbs loose, skin glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. He looks like he belongs in a museum. All flushed cheeks, parted lips, lashes fluttering against his skin. The thin silk draped over his hips does nothing to hide the obvious way he’s already aching, so desperate. His flashcards for his upcoming science test are abandoned, left scrambled on his desk as he writhes in bed.
His scent, too alluring to be real, makes it all too clear that he’s in heat. Currently whining and begging for his alpha. On all fours, presenting his little hole, looking like an absolute treat.
“Look at you,” Chris breathes, kneeling between his spread thighs, eyes drinking him in. “You want it that bad, huh?”
Nick just whines, shifting his hips, the fabric slipping lower. It’s a tease, a fucking invitation. Chris doesn’t hesitate, ripping the silk away, dragging his hands up the insides of Nick's thighs, feeling the way they tremble under his touch.
“Chris, please!”
“Please, what? Babe…”
Chris groans, fingers slipping between Nick's thighs, feeling just how wet, how ready, how fucking ruined he already is.
“Shit, baby,” he exhales, teasing his fingers through the slickness. “You’re dripping for me. Been laying here just waiting for me to take you apart?”
Nick whimpers, fingers tangling in the sheets. Chris can see the way his chest rises and falls, his pretty lips swollen from where he’s been biting them.
“O-oh,” his voice is breathless when Chris rubs against his hole.
"You want me to fuck you?" He asks, just to make sure.
Normally, the question would result in an eye roll and a huff, the sassy omega quickly getting irritated with him and coming up with a sassy retort. When he's on heat, it's a different story. All he responds with is "Mmf.." too wrecked, not a single smart thought left in his head, despite the way he’s usually annoyingly clever. Instead, he just pushes his hips down, trying desperately to fuck himself on Chris's finger.
Chris laughs lowly. “Fuck, you’re normally so smart it’s unbearable, and now look at you, dumb and drooling for me.” His thumb brushes Nick's cheek, almost fondly. “It’s cute, though. Don’t worry about thinking right now.”
Before Nick can respond, Chris is pressing his mouth against him, licking into him without warning, without mercy.
Nick gasps, loud, high-pitched, utterly desperate. His thighs snap shut around Chris's head, hips rolling up to chase the heat of his tongue.
Chris groans against him, the vibration making Nick sob.
“Fuck, fuck, Chrissy,”
Chris licks deeper, presses his fingers in alongside his tongue, stretching Nick open inch by inch. He loves this, loves the way Nick shakes for him, whimpers, squirms, all that brilliance reduced to nothing but need.
“Chris, I’m, fuck, I’m gonna…”
Chris pulls away.
Nick screams.
“Chris, you fucking-”
“Oh, you poor little thing. All wet n’ needy. Can’t even string together a thought in that pretty nerd brain of yours,” Chris coos, voice dark with amusement. He kisses the inside of Nick's trembling thigh, watching him gasp for air, sweat slicking his temples. “You don’t get to come yet.”
Nick whines, writhing, grabbing his own cock in frustration.
Chris grins.
“Oh, you that desperate?” he muses, watching Nick's fingers squeeze around himself, pumping slow, teasing. “Wanna put on a little show for me, huh? Swear you ace everything except this.”
Nick doesn’t answer and just spreads his legs wider, back arching, head tilting back as he touches himself. It’s crude and filthy, but oh so delicious.
“Fuck,” Chris curses, watching the way Nick's slick drips down and his fingers tremble around himself. He’s clumsy and messy with it, his head obviously too heady to really think about anything. He doesn’t want to do anything. He wants Chris to give it to him.
The alpha reads it clearly, chuckling meanly when he notices the omega in heat struggling to pleasure himself. In one motion, Chris grabs Nick's wrists, pins them above his head, and pushes inside in one long, deep stroke.
“Fucking hell!”
Chris groans, head dropping to Nick's shoulder, biting down as he starts to move. Slow at first, teasing, dragging every inch out of him, until Nick is sobbing beneath him. Legs wrap around his waist, and he’s begging for more.
And Chris gives it to him.
Nick takes it so well, so fucking good, clenching around him, pulling him in deeper, making the filthiest sounds Chris has ever heard, all that intelligence completely gone.
“Is that it, omega?” Chris grits out, fucking into him harder, feeling him get wetter, tighter. “That what you needed? Needed me to fuck you stupid?” His voice dips, almost tender under the edge. “You’re usually so sharp. Heat just melts you, huh.”
Nick nods frantically, sobbing for him, broken words spilling from his lips.
“Hmm,” Chris grins wolfishly, gripping Nick's jaw and forcing him to look him in the eyes. “That’s okay, sweets. I’ll think for you.”
His body isn’t his anymore. It belongs to Chris, his hands, his mouth, his cock, every inch of him being worked open, stretched, ruined beyond repair.
“Alpha! Please, c’mon!” His voice is wrecked, gasping, desperate.
Chris's grin is all teeth, all hunger. “Please what, omega?”
“Tell me then. In detail,” he growls. “Tell me how bad you needed this. Tell me how fucking wrecked you are. Tell me in detail what you want.”
Nick's lips part, breath hitching. He can’t think, can’t remember a single clever thing he’s ever known. It’s not like Chris expected an answer anyway, only enjoyed the confused, glazed-out look of the elder beneath him. He decides for him.
He pulls out and pushes the omega on his back now, legs pushed up, knees nearly touching his chest, completely open and completely helpless. Chris is still buried inside him. He’s pulsing and fucking into him slow and deep like he’s savoring it.
Chris leans down, licks a long stripe up Nick's throat, and feels the way he swallows around a choked sob.
“You can take it. I know you can. You will take it if I tell you to take it, yeah?” Chris murmurs. “You’re taking me so fucking well. So perfect. So tight around me, fuck. All that brainpower and not a single thought left now.” He presses his forehead to Nick's. “That’s fine. Just let go. I’ve got you.”
Nick shudders. His cock twitches, leaking against his own stomach. It’s untouched and aching.
“Touch me,” he begs, voice cracking.
Chris's eyes glint with something cruel.
“You think you deserve it?”
Nick sobs.
Chris just grins, grips his jaw, and makes him look up.
“Nope,” he purrs. “You’re gonna come just from getting fucked. You can do that, yeah? Bet you didn’t study for that.”
His tone softens again, possessive and calm. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Nick's hips jolt, back arching, tears spilling from his eyes.
“A-alpha…”
Chris starts moving again.
Each thrust drives the air from Nick's lungs and punches broken little moans from his throat to the point where Nick can’t take it.
His body trembles, his fingers claw at the sheets, and his mouth falls open on a silent scream.
“Oh, you’re close, huh?” Chris mocks, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Such a messy little thing for me.”
Nick nods frantically, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.
“So fucking pretty like this,” Chris groans, rolling his hips deeper, slower, making Nick feel every single inch of him. “Such a good boy for me. Fuck, you’re mine, aren’t you?”
Nick gasps and whines, muttering something unintelligible. He wants to relish in this feeling of losing all control.
“Say it, omega,” Chris demands, pulling him out of his cloudy thoughts.
The words form on his tongue before he can process them. “Yours, yours, yours!”
“Then come, omega.”
And Nick does it on command.