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"Sorry, repeat that. What do you want me to do?"

"Knot me."

Enjin chokes. "Tamsy, what the fuck?"

A Few Days Ago

Tamsy can feel a heat creeping up his back; a warning to the upcoming heat that's due at the end of this week. He rubs his palm against the back of his neck, his skin itching uncomfortably against the pheromones wanting to spill out.

It's unfortunate. He'll have to request for a few days off.

Everything has been going according to his plan, but he knew his heat was going to arrive one day or another. It's been months since his last one because of the Sphere suppressants he uses (which are much more effective than the ones from the Ground, and the only thing Tamsy's actually grateful from them).

He could've technically stayed on said suppressants, but he knows from experience that the longer you hold off from your heat, the worse it'll get when it inevitably comes back to bite you in the ass.

Not fun.

So here Tamsy is, walking out of Corvus' office, strutting his stuff, and internally mourning the days that are soon to come. He'll have to make a nest for himself and keep some toys on hand, probably lock his door too in case his pheromones leak out.

The thought of using toys instead of the real deal makes Tamsy feel sick.

Maybe he could venture out and get some dick. For some reason though, he doesn't feel like going out and putting effort in swooning an alpha.

Not like it'd be difficult, he just doesn't feel like it.

It doesn't feel right.

Regardless, once this heat is over, Tamsy will be as good as new, and he can hop on those suppressants and get right back to his goals. 

As he makes his way down the hall, his shoulder bumps into someone. He catches a whiff of an alpha scent: all smokey and assertive. Y'know exactly what I'm talking about.

He tilts his head to see who he'd walked into, and sees familiar locks of yellow hair. 

"Oh, Enjin," Tamsy gives a small nod in acknowledgement. 

Enjin blinks at him, nostrils flaring ever so slightly. He's probably smelling Tamsy's pheromones leaking from the soon-to-be heat. A flush blooms on the tips of Enjin's ears. "Oh, hey Tamsy. I haven't seen you in a while."

"Apologies, I've been busy." Tamsy smooths out the ruffles of his clothes. "...Team Akuta is doing well?" 

Enjin smiles sheepishly. "Haha, yeah. Too many trash beasts lately. I'm sure it's been hectic for you and Team Eager, too."

"I've been put on break, so most of the work will be handed to you and the others. Apologies."

"Oh? Why? What's going on?"

"My heat's coming up."

"Oh." Enjin falls silent, his expression falling. The two stand there for a moment too long, just... staring at each other with this weird tension that has Tamsy's skin bristling. It makes him antsy. 

... It's because of his heat, isn't it?

Wait wait wait.

Now hold on just a minute.

Enjin is an alpha, right? So much as the man's never actually said it himself, his demeanor and physique says everything. Tamsy's heat is coming in a few days. Enjin's known as the fuckguy.

Tamsy lets the ends of his lips curl upwards. 

He internally cheers. He doesn't have to go searching for an alpha with one so suitable right before him. It wouldn't be hard to swoon him over either. With Enjin's pheromones wafting around, it's even more clear that they're compatible, at least for this heat.

He clears his throat, pretending not to take another inhale of his smell. "I should be going now," he excuses himself, and walks on past the alpha. He's careful to ensure his steps are smooth and paced with each other, just barely grazing the other's shoulder.

Since when did Enjin have such a nice scent?

Wait, nevermind, that doesn't matter.

What's important is Tamsy now has someone who he can bring into his nest and fuck incessantly for the next few days. All he has to do is convince the man.

That should be easy.

It's Tamsy we're talking about.

That's literally his thing.

Tamsy can't get his mind off those pheromones that he'd first smelled back when they greeted each other in the hall. 

He's been... having to consistently stop himself from storming into Enjin's bedroom, throwing himself onto Enjin's blankets and just... smothering himself in them. Nothing wrong with that inherently (at least, that's what Tamsy thinks) but he needs to slow down to be able to properly woo Enjin.

Normally, he'd find no harm in doing what his heat wants from him. Most alphas would understand, and even help with his upcoming heat. 

But it's Enjin he's tryna swoon. Big, hunky ol' father figure to pretty much the entire Team Akuka.

That first part doesn't matter all too much to Tamsy; it's the fact that Enjin has long since drawn the line with having sex with co-workers.

It's an understandable line, but an issue Tamsy must fix, otherwise he won't be able to get that dick. And he needs that dick as soon as possible before the cramps settle in and he's all needy and whiney for it.

The man hangs around the same areas each day, so it's easy for Tamsy to bring himself into Enjin's little bubble. It helps that Rudo kind of likes him, and Zanka doesn't care at all. He couldn't get much of a feel regarding Riyo, but he pays no mind. She doesn't seem to mind him either.

They're all laughing and talking amongst one another, taking bites of their food, when oh so casually, Tamsy brushes shoulders with Enjin.

Now, normally this would be no big issue, but as we've stated Tamsy's heat is coming up soon. His heat pheromones oh so casually drift over to Enjin's side. No one besides Enjin would be able to catch a whiff of him, and based off Enjin's rigid posture, Tamsy can say he's smelled him alright.

Tamsy keeps his attention focused on the conversation, but his eyes briefly flicker over to the blond man. Does he not like my scent?

The tips of Enjin's ears have tinged red.

Tamsy covers his growing smile with the helm of his sleeve.

He does. 

Validation from an alpha like Enjin warms him from head to toe. He doesn't appreciate the way his omega preens from praise, but the sensations always feel nice. This feels nice.

Everyone heads out soon after. Most, if not all of them were a part of Team Akuta, and seeing as they had a job later today, it was a given.

As they're leaving, Tamsy gives a small wave over to Enjin, who had briefly turned his way. 

Enjin pauses. He looks surprised for a moment, but then he waves back and grins. Tamsy finds it oddly amusing. 

Tamsy has nothing to do for the rest of the day, so he ventures out to buy some supplies for his heat. Not too much, just enough to cover his bed for the nest.

He can tell his pheromones are leaking out, because a few others glance to him as they pass by.

One even straight up asks if he needs a heat buddy.

He respectful declines and says in his oh so calm voice, "There's only one dick I'm willing to have knot me right now." 

A warm smile is plastered on his face as he walks away.

The person who'd asked that question, now looking baffled, stares from behind. It was an easy dicking he could've had, but he said no, because he wants a special one.

Tamsy walks off without thinking much more about it.

He garners the rest of his supplies with ease, heading back to HQ. He enters his bedroom, closing the door and glancing over to his bed. It looks empty, devoid of any comfort or warmth Tamsy wants.

Tamsy puts down some of the stuff he'd bought earlier in the cabinets and scavenges around for more blankets and pillows. He stacks the pillows along the side, sifting them to make them more puffy for when he leans against them.

He then drapes the blankets overtop. Multiple blankets of course, he can't be slacking. He crawls onto his bed to test it, satisfied with his work.

It's missing something though: the scent of an alpha. Not just any: Enjin. 

The smell of him still vaguely lingers in Tamsy's clothes. He lifts the ruffles carefully, pressing them against his nose and getting a whiff of it. It smells of Tamsy's usual almond, but he can catch tiny flickers of Enjin's overwhelming musk.

He curls into himself then, shifting the blankets until they're draped over the lower half of Tamsy's body. There are tingles running up and down his body, a reminder of the upcoming heat. He takes another whiff of Enjin's lingering scent. His body shudders.

Tamsy shifts again, a hand having trailed down his stomach without him realizing. He pauses when his fingers come into contact with the curls that trail further past his pants.

Should he...?

Eh. Why not.

He slips his hand under.

Tamsy does not imagine how large Enjin's dick is. And he definitely doesn't wonder how he'd ride Enjin, forcing him to cum inside of him again and again, filling him up and breeding him like an alpha should. 

He bites his lower lips from making a sound as he cups his erection, grinding against it in slow motions. All the while he keeps smelling that nice, nice scent of Enjin's. 

Fuck. Tamsy rolls his hips again.

He's never really thought of Enjin this way, but with his heat just around the corner, it sends shivers throughout his body, pulsing. He tucks his hand underneath his boxers, pointedly avoiding his erect dick.

He travels further down to the wet opening waiting for him. He bites his bottom lip to stop himself from making noises.

He presses a finger in, sighing in relief at the touch. He tries not to think about Enjin and his bulging muscles, of his figure shadowing Tamsy's, but he's never been one to stop himself from indulging in what he wants.

He is a... okay, Tamsy is just a tad bit sheepish of how imaginative his mind can be before his heats, even if it's feeling good with his finger pushing in and out of himself. He's totally not imagining his finger to be Enjin's instead. Nope. Not at all.

He adds another, just to make it realistic. 

Heats truly are a fickle thing, Tamsy thinks to himself, flushing, quiet groans escaping his lips despite not wanting them to, and then proceeds to wonder how many rounds Enjin can go for before he can't cum anymore.

It's unfortunate that Tamsy has his heat due, because he's unable to finish even hours later, long after Team Akuta's arrived back home.

Tamsy's not ashamed of being an omega. In fact, he takes pride in it.

The ability to manipulate alphas, betas, sometimes even omegas is a great ability to have. He's got the whole package. He knows he's been some people's wet dream fantasies, and many times he's indulged in sexual activities with others.

Just not coworkers. Or Enjin. 

It's never been Enjin. So much as the man is known for fucking literally everything in sight, he's for some reason drawn the line at fucking co-workers. Is his dick small or something? Does it not work properly? Or maybe he has some function issues. That'd be a problem for Tamsy.

It's... odd that Tamsy's never actually heard about any of the experiences Enjin's been through with others. He knows he's done the sexy stuff from previous hickeys spotted on his neck, when he complains his back hurts, or when his upcoming rut is due and he comes back a couple days later looking completely disheveled and used.

Tamsy's not surprised by that. No, rather, he's surprised that Enjin never boasts about what he does with the ladies. He's definitely popular with them, so why...

"Tamsy?" a voice calls out. Tamsy turns his head and sees Rudo staring at him. "Your pheromones... uh..." He does a gesture with his hands. Tamsy tilts his nose up to sniff, and woah. 

He presses his lips together and stands up. "I apologize, Rudo. Didn't mean to bother you." He smiles at the boy before leaving, not wanting to disturb the boy any longer.

Only to run into the one person he really shouldn't be running into.

Tamsy's hit with a WHAM of pheromones much too addicting for his well being. He takes a step back, fumbling. He looks up and sees Enjin flushing just the same as he is, if not more.

It irks Tamsy. If he's attracted to me as much as I am to him, why doesn't he just-

He looks unkept, most likely from doing missions earlier, but even then it doesn't feel like that's the exact reason. 

No. Do not be hasty. Patience is key. Patience. Tamsy takes a breath before he speaks. 

"Knot me."

Tamsy blinks once, trying not to panic. He has no clue why those two words decided to leave his mouth.

He takes a bated breath, thinking, Okay I guess I'm doing this now, and waits for Enjin's reaction.

Enjin gives him a long, drawn out look. "Sorry, repeat that. What do you want me to do?"

"Knot me. Please." Tamsy flashes a warm smile.

Enjin chokes. "Tamsy, what the fuck?"

"It'll be beneficial for both of us," Tamsy explains quickly (casually too, he hopes). "I have my heat, and you haven't had some sex in a while. It's a win win situation-"

Enjin interrupts Tamsy before can say more. "When's your heat?"

"Ah." Tamsy pauses, looking at the alpha with wide eyes, hoping to look more appealing for the alpha that's currently staring at him like... like something. It's hard to figure out for Tamsy.

It's weird for him to not understand Enjin's stare. Tamsy is one of a kind when it comes to deciphering looks. "In a day or two. I've..."

Tamsy flutters his lashes at him, lifting his hand to brush the loose strands of hair away from his face. "Well, I've been looking for someone to share my heat with, but I've yet to find anyone suitable." 

Enjin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to maintain neutrality but clearly failing. When he opens them, he feigns his confidence when he says,

"Alright, well. Good luck with that!"

Tamsy's doe eyes narrow slightly. 

Excuse me?

I literally just asked you to knot me.

What kind of response is that?

"Please?" he pleads, more forceful this time. "I don't know who else to go to for this heat."

Enjin chuckles, flustered. The mood feels awkward, tension in the air. "I can't really... help you with that. Sorry Tamsy."

"Why not?" Tamsy frowns.

"I don't have the... the uh, thing that you're looking for." Enjin gestures down vaguely, coughing, eyes turning away.

"I..." he seems hesitant about something, but takes a deep breath and speaks slowly. "Look, I mean, if you're alright with it, then I could help you."

A thought clicks.

Enjin is trans? 

Tamsy is surprised, to say the least. It doesn't bother him, considering the fact that Enjin's still an alpha, and he's been with a couple female alpha's to know they can still fuck hard. He doesn't get why Enjin's so shy about this kind of thing.

No wonder why he doesn't like to mingle much with co-workers. Being trans might be a big deal to Enjin. It makes feel Tamsy satisfied to know that Enjin trusts him with such a big secret. He doesn't really care anyhow. He's an alpha—not much of a difference between the two sexes.

Tamsy smiles at Enjin, stepping closer and invading his space. He puts a hand on Enjin's shoulder, his thumb brushing against the skin of his neck where the tattoo's peek out. Enjin visibly shudders. 

"It's alright," Tamsy says. "You're perfect to me."

Enjin laughs rather suddenly, his face a harsh red. "I- I really thought you'd care, y'know- I'm not really the type to tell anyone this, and I thought-" he trails off, unsure.

"Thought what?"

"Well, I thought you'd care."

Tamsy's smile widens. "Never. You're a man, and that's all I need."

Tamsy leans in closer, inhaling Enjin's beautiful smell of sweat and smoke. He wants to lap it up, rut against his thigh. He wants to lick and suck at the sweat that covers his skin, smother the other man and hold him there, use him for his own pleasure.

"It'll be in a day or two. I'll give you a call, hm?" Tamsy looks up at Enjin, not being secretive at all with where his gaze is directed towards.

What happened to subtlety, Tamsy?

He really could not care less.

Enjin's adam's apple bobs. "Yeah- yeah, of course."

Tamsy slips his pointer down Enjin's chest before pulling back finally, removing himself from their mingling scents. "I'll see you then," he purrs, brushing past Enjin like a cat would.

Enjin doesn't say anything else, or if he does, it's too quiet for Tamsy to make out.

Tamsy is quite pleased with this outcome. Soon he'll be getting that dick shoved up his ass, the knot trapping them together and leaving him to do whatever he pleases with the alpha. 

He can't wait to be filled. His hole clenches faintly, light tingles throughout his body.

He hums a melody he recalls from the sphere, a wistful little tune. He feels content for the first time in days.

The time is almost here. Enjin's called for time off so far as Tamsy's heard. They haven't talked since, but they don't need to. Just passing by each other in the halls is all the confirmation Tamsy needs to know that Enjin wants him just as much as he does.

The air is palpable when they lay eyes on each other for that brief moment in time, no doubt leaving a trail of pheromones behind. Tamsy gives a look up and down, admiring the man before him. He loves how Enjin reacts to his glances.

Tamsy's really only doing this for the benefit of Enjin being an alpha (who probably has a big dick for a trans guy). There wasn't any other thought put into this.

It's fine though. He knows he'll have a good time.

His skin feels hot, as though his insides are burning and he needs something to soothe it. He wants to shed his clothes and be laid bare for all to see (a small little thing, a voice, wants him to hide, to not show his scars to the outside world. He ignores it, because he is beauty, he is grace), definitely due to a certain heat coming up, and Tamsy needs to get it.

Get dick. That dick. Now.

He's lying in his room when the first wave of warmth hits, causing him to curl over from his bedside, a grunt leaving his throat. His scent leaks out of him in quick succession, begging for someone to knot him. He feels sick.

He presses two fingers into his collar when he says, hopefully unhurried, "Enjin. My heat's here."

Enjin makes a noise at the back of his throat in response, and Tamsy can imagine him nodding when he hears the sound of a door closing. "Okay." He hangs up soon after.

Now, Tamsy could've waited inside Enjin's room, but that wouldn't have been any fun, would it?

Wouldn't the spectacle, or rather, the rumour of Enjin being taken in by Tamsy during his heat be such a lovely topic for others to talk about?

Tamsy finds it amusing. Or, at least his heat-riddled mind says so. Dunno what Enjin thinks about it.

Not sure it matters.

A door slowly opens, light seeping into the bedroom. Enjin's figure illuminates the room before the door is closed behind him. Tamsy holds his hand over his abdomen, to show Enjin that it hurts, that he needs him. It's always worked on other alphas.

And based off what he sees and smells from the man, who's dressed only in boxers (practicality, most likely. Also, he walked all the way over in that?), he can safely say it worked. Pheromones waft through the air, enticing him to no end. Though not to the extent he wanted. Hm. He should do something about that.

Enjin truly has such an incredible scent—smells whisked together like scrambled egg. It's divine. It's a wonder Tamsy hasn't wanted to pin him down and have his way with him a long time ago.

Enjin steps closer after he closes the door shut, eyes locked onto Tamsy, who's sitting on his bed with an unbridled patience. Enjin sits down next to him, a little nervous if anything.

Tamsy wants to change that.

Before Enjin realizes it, Tamsy's hovering over him, his hair draped down by his sides and tickling Enjin's bare shoulders.

Tamsy leans close, their noses brushing, a knowing smile on his face as his hand cups the side of Enjin's jaw. "Lay back for me, will you?"

Enjin obliges without question. It makes Tamsy pause slightly, but he continues on anyway.

Submissive alpha? He crawls over the larger man's body, his hands placed on either side of Enjin. I didn't think Enjin was the type.

Enjin's flushed head to toe, and the sight makes Tamsy chuckle. Enjin opens his mouth to say something just as Tamsy rolls his hips against Enjin, the both of them letting out groans. Tamsy does it again, a pleasant sigh leaving his lips.

"Tamsy..." Enjin gasps as his back hits the bed with a thud, Tamsy controlling the pace with effortless grace. 

Tamsy just hums in response, rubbing his clothed hole over Enjin's surprisingly small dick. Definitely hard. And wet. So, so wet.

"I'm surprised you don't have a big cock, Enjin," Tamsy teases, riding him through their clothes. Enjin's hand flips up to hide his blushing face. "Will you be good enough for me?"

"I'm good," Enjin insists, trying to lay up, only to be pushed down by a steady head. "I'll be good, I swear-"

"Needy thing, aren't you," Tamsy coos. He rolls his hips one last time before shifting back to reveal Enjin's member. He notices a wet patch where his hard dick strains against the boxers. Tamsy feels dizzy. He bends himself down to lay his cheek against the warmth. The smell of Enjin is even stronger here.

Enjin hitches from above, leaving Tamsy's lips to curl upwards into a smile.

He mouths against the boxers where there's a visible tent, a whine tearing from Enjin's throat. Tamsy wants it inside him so badly. He can't think straight, but he must if he wants to enjoy this; if he wants to remember the way Enjin will fill him so beautifully.

Tamsy, with a bated breath, reaches up to tug at the band keeping that beautiful, beautiful cock from him. He pulls them down with the help of Enjin shuffling a bit, more smells entering his nostrils and lighting his insides ablaze.

Fuck. Fuck, Tamsy thinks as he leaks from his cunt.

He slides against Enjin's thigh, humping him gently, when he finally takes in the sight before him. 

He blinks once.

Twice.

"Oh."

Enjin stops, eyes darting over to Tamsy's. He says something under his breath, proceeding to turn his head away. "Is something wrong?" he says, louder this time. He's burning up with every touch Tamsy lays on him, face glowing a light crimson.

Tamsy's kind of shocked right now. 

Enjin's an omega.

Instinctively and without a second to spare, Tamsy crawls beneath Enjin, burrowing his nose into the crook of Enjin's cunt.

He inhales deep, letting that delicious smell of whiskey and gunk overwhelm him. His eyes roll back slightly. There's a terrible, wanton throbbing in his nether regions as he slowly slips off his clothes.

It's an omega scent. Without doubt. 

It doesn't matter to Tamsy that Enjin's an omega. Not now. Not anymore. Not when he's in heat and there's someone suitable right in front of him. Who cares if he also has a pussy wanting to be filled?

Tamsy finds no issue leaving him empty.

Well, it would be lovely to see Enjin quivering, begging for release; a dick to sink into. Too bad Tamsy's not an alpha. He clicks his tongue, lapping at the pheromones leaving Enjin. He feels Enjin squirm with each lick. "A pity, isn't it? That both of us are omegas."

He carelessly tosses his clothes aside, almost tearing at the buttons on his shirt when it takes too long, only for Enjin to stop him.

"It's fine," The man assures, which is not true, thank you very much. Tamsy wants both of them naked so he can properly breed himself, but Enjin doesn't seem to understand.

His pants are tossed away to the lonely corner of his room. Tamsy's atop of Enjin, staring at him with wide, dilated eyes. Enjin's eyes twitch, his mouth agape.

His fingers trail down, grazing over Enjin's hard dick. Big for an omega, Tamsy thinks, intrigued. Enjin keens, hips rolling into Tamsy's hand, but he pulls away. "Ah, ah ah. Enjin, be still. I'll make this- mmh- I'll make this good for you."

A finger slips into Tamsy. It's his own. Tamsy bites his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from making any sorts he might be embarrassed by later. It doesn't work, not really; not when he's frantic.

A second one comes after, allowing him to stretch himself. Not that he needs it. His cunt is squeezing his own fingers like his life depends on it.

He opens himself with ease, soon a third finger entering him. They're coated with slick now, his heat releasing pheromones and drowning them in his need. Enjin's no better, except at least he has some semblance of basic decency from not being in heat.

"Tamsy," Enjin gasps when Tamsy ruts at him. "Tamsy, I need- please-"

"Help me then," Tamsy urges, his fingers, now coated with slick, gripping Enjin's wrist and tugging it towards his entrance. "Help me." Some of it drips onto Enjin, warm and gooey.

"Fuck, okay-" Enjin is careful when the tip of his finger presses against Tamsy's wet hole, slipping it in with ease. Tamsy pushing him in further, and Enjin obliges. 

"Another," Tamsy orders, his hands dragging across Enjin's tattoos, slightly memorized by how they wrap around his body. He wants to do the same, keep them intertwined so they can never leave each other.

It's that thought that has Tamsy hesitating, only to gasp when Enjin's fingers curl into that one specific spot that has him see stars.

"There. Again." He pushes back onto Enjin's hand, letting him curl and prod against one spot over and over.

It feels good.

It feels so fucking good.

Tamsy needs more. Desperately.

Tamsy tilts his head back, groaning with each twitch of Enjin's fat fingers. He rolls his hips, hands plastered by his sides. "Your cock- I want your cock-" Tamsy hisses, yanking at Enjin's wrist and attempting to pull him out.

But Enjin doesn't budge. 

"Enjin," Tamsy glares, huffing as those digits continue to work in and out of him. "Enjin, take your fingers out of me."

"No."

"Enjin."

"Finger me at least. Please," Enjin begs, pleading at Tamsy with those sick puppy eyes. Enjin's fingers spread Tamsy open, further than they had been before. Tamsy keens over, gasping. 

They continue to spread him wider, the burn of the stretch making Tamsy's head go dizzy. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. He chokes, then pants, "Okay, fine, just- get your cock in me-"

Enjin lets his fingers slip out of Tamsy's hole, his dick rutting against him for a moment before he finally, finally fills him.

Tamsy lets out a noise of relief. Enjin heaves, his voice rough around the edges.

"Tamsy, please."

Tamsy complies, if only so Enjin would start snapping his hips up.

His fingers, still wet from earlier, sliding back and entering Enjin. Enjin keens, his hips reacting on instinct. 

Both of them struggle to set a proper pace, Enjin rutting up into Tamsy just as Tamsy's fingers keep reaching that beautiful bump that has Enjin keening and twitching. Tamsy uses his free hand to steady himself as he rides Enjin, blissful as ever.

They continue at it until Enjin can't lift his hips anymore, in which Tamsy pops himself off from Tamsy's dick (a pity) and flipping himself so his gaping hole is dripping over Enjin's mouth.

"Suck."

Enjin listens, obedient as ever. His tongue enters Tamsy, lapping at his juices and sucking him dry. Tamsy groans, sitting back so that he's smothering Enjin completely. 

Enjin doesn't seem to mind. He seems into it, moreso than what could be considered normal, his hands grabbing ahold of Tamsy's ass and pulling his cheeks apart for easier access.

Tamsy slots his fingers back into Enjin as he gets eaten out by Enjin's tongue, his lips making obscene noises with each slurp.

He lets his mind go hazy, letting himself fall into that sense of security. His nest around them comforts him, their lingering smells overwhelming anything else.

They switch poses multiple times throughout the mass of heat and want.

Tamsy himself can't remember it all too well, having succumbed to that certain headspace when he's in heat (one of aloofness and feeling ever so content, ever so peaceful; at home with his self), but he can still remember every moan that comes out of Enjin's mouth.

Both of them are slick with sweat and cum. In their hair, on their chest, legs, all over the blankets—it doesn't matter. It's everywhere.

The sun has risen at least once during their activities. Not that that stopped either from continuing to fuck like there's not going to be a tomorrow.

Enjin's tired, chest heaving with exhaustion, but Tamsy still needs. Because Enjin isn't an alpha, Tamsy will never get that full, and therefore he's practically being edged this entire time.

It's alright though.

Enjin has tricks up his sleeves that have Tamsy keening and god forbid- fuckin' whimpering.

No, he will not be saying what Enjin does.

But now Tamsy knows how and why people keep going to him for a good fuck. 

He will be coming back when his heat inevitably springs up again (and when someone goes to asks what happened to his suppressants, Tamsy can just say that he prefers to be natural).

Pheromones fill the room, their scents mixing with one another: a blend of vanilla and whisk. 

Tamsy's languidly riding Enjin, his mouth filled with Enjin's fingers, drool slipping down his chin. His hair is a mess, half covering his face, the other half in deep dangles.

When he comes to after his heat, he'll hate himself when having to take those tangles out.

Right now, he's in absolute bliss. He couldn't give a fuck.

Tamsy rolls forward as he comes again, squirting his juices across Enjin's spent cock. He plops himself atop of Enjin's large body, his warm chest flushed against his. Enjin's fingers slip out of Tamsy's wet mouth, trailing his saliva from his jaw to his collarbone.

Tamsy rests his hands on Enjin's tits, playing with them for a moment before using his pointer finger to trail down the red lines that cover his front. Tamsy hums with each motion of Enjin's hips twitching back into him.

"You like my tattoos?" Enjin teases.

"Shut up," Tamsy grumbles, burrowing himself between Enjin's pecs. He sighs, content.

His eyes are fluttering to a close, dreamland beckoning him to sleep. Exhaustion is taking over, but before the warm fuzzies envelop his body, he feels a hand trail from the back of his neck, down to his side, holding him close.

"Goodnight," Enjin murmurs, his voice raspy.

Tamsy finds himself not caring when he brings himself closer to the other. A blanket is tossed over the both of them, and it feels...

Nice.

It feels nice.

Tamsy mutters something under his breath, and Enjin's chest shakes when he laughs. Something coils and curls within Tamsy's ribs. He can't quite name it.

He doesn't really care.