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Till should have realized something was wrong as soon as he woke up. He feels sluggish and feverish, but already skipped class earlier this week out of laziness, so reluctantly drags himself out of bed.

He gets dressed in a daze, almost forgetting to brush his teeth. Thankfully, the apartment he shares with Ivan is across the road from campus, and he should be able to make it to class in ten minutes if he hurries.

Till slides into his seat, slightly out of breath, right before the professor begins speaking. He digs his laptop out of his bag and resolves to pay attention.

Sua, sitting in the seat next to him, wrinkles her nose. “You need to wear a scent patch, you're going into heat,” she whispers, leaning away to avoid his scent. 

“Huh?” Till tries to sniff himself, but nothing seems wrong. “I'm on suppressants, you're making things up.”

Frowning in clear disagreement, Sua shakes her head and turns back to her meticulous notes. 

He did take his suppressants last week, right? Sua’s words plant a seed of paranoia in his mind, and Till tries to dredge up his memories from a few days ago.

The alarm on his phone is supposed to remind him to take the pill one week before his heat begins, since Till doesn't trust himself to remember. He forgot a few times in high school, but hasn't slipped up yet since he started college.

Fuck, he can't remember if he actually took the pill last week. He could have forgotten. Maybe Sua is right, and he is going into heat. It would explain why he feels vaguely sick, and his temperature seems to be rising.

He leans over to whisper to Sua while the professor is turned away. “Do I really smell that strong?” 

She nods. “If I smelled like that, Mizi wouldn't let me leave the apartment.”

Sua is around him almost every day, she knows Till's scent well enough to pick up on any changes. He can only hope no one else sitting nearby notices.

Now that he knows he's going into heat, the physical changes seem more intense. Till keeps fidgeting, and has to wipe sweat from his forehead. Sua’s scent next to him is floral and calming, but the alpha on his other side stinks, and he tries to lean closer to Sua.

“I'll share my notes if you want to leave and email the professor later you're going into heat,” Sua murmurs as Till keeps creeping closer, trying to move away from him.

Nodding, Till shoves his laptop back in his bag and tries to quietly get to his feet. “Thanks,” he whispers back as he heads for the door.

On the walk back to his apartment, a wave of dizziness overtakes him, and Till has to stop and sit down on the curb for a few minutes.

His vision steadies, and Till finishes stumbling home. He throws off his shirt as soon as the door closes behind him, trying to cool down.

A nest. He needs a nest. If Till had known his heat was coming, he would have already prepared one, but now he has to throw one together.

Making for his bedroom, he tips over his laundry basket and grabs a few comfortable shirts and a hoodie before digging up some spare blankets.

Arranging them in a loose circle on his bed, Till gives his makeshift nest an unimpressed look. It needs more, but what?

The answer hits him immediately. Ivan. His nest isn't complete because nothing in it smells like Ivan.

Ivan always closes the door to his room when he leaves, but it's not locked. Till bursts inside, looking around for the perfect nest material.

He strips the sheets from Ivan's bed and carries them to his room, dumping them on his bed and laying them on top of his own things, covering everything in Ivan’s scent.

Then he goes back for more. Till opens the closet door and eagerly looks around. Ivan's varsity jacket is hung up in front, and immediately catches his attention. Till holds it to his face and inhales deeply, the comforting scent of black licorice and cedarwood filling his senses.

A rush of slick fills his boxers, and Till has to stifle a moan. Driven by instinct, he shoves his pants and underwear down, kicking them aside, and pulls Ivan's jacket on. Ivan isn't here, but his jacket is the next best thing.

Ivan's laundry basket only has a pair of boxers, and the shirts on hangers smell too much like laundry detergent and not enough like Ivan. They're not good enough. 

Groaning in annoyance, Till turns to the dresser. The first drawer is full of socks, but the second one holds Ivan's neatly organized underwear. It's all been washed, but carries more of Ivan's scent than his shirts.

Till digs through the stack of boxers, grabbing a few for his nest. Satisfied with his haul, he goes to close the drawer, but suddenly stops.

Buried beneath Ivan's scent is a hint of familiar lemon. Why is his own scent present?

Following his nose, Till finds his way to the bottom of Ivan's underwear pile. Tightly folded beneath the last pair is a set of Till's boxers. Unwashed, judging by the lingering scent.

Unbelievably, Ivan is keeping a pair of his dirty underwear hidden away. Till's heat-addled mind is stuck on the fantasy of Ivan masturbating with his dirty underwear, moaning Till's name as he thrusts into his hand. 

Frantically grabbing another handful of Ivan's underwear, Till retreats to his nest and grabs the large, knotted dildo shoved in a forgotten corner of his closet. He needs something inside him now, or he's going to lose his mind.

His haphazard nest and Ivan's varsity jacket try to convince him that it's Ivan's cock rubbing against his pussy, not a toy. Why else would Ivan's scent be so strong?

Till lays back and imagines Ivan pinning him down as he slowly pushes the dildo inside. He’s slick enough to ease the stretch, and takes the toy almost to the knot. Till whines and clenches down, savoring how full he feels.

“Ivan, fuck…” He arches his back as he begins to move the dildo, his thrusts hard and fast. He's so sensitive that he's quickly overwhelmed, but Till can't stop. He needs this so badly.

His first orgasm is perfect, and temporarily soothes his heat. Till curls up in his nest and rests until the next wave comes, and then fucks himself again.

By his fourth orgasm, he's frustrated and overstimulated. A toy isn't enough to fully satisfy him, and Till tosses it across the room in a fit of anger.

He only lasts a minute before he retrieves it and slides down to the base, filling himself with the knot. 

Till manages to remain still and enjoy the knot for a few minutes, but soon starts squirming, seeking more than a plastic dick can give him. 

He needs an alpha. Ivan's scent is all around him, but why isn't Ivan here? Why is he in class when Till needs him?

Climbing out of his nest, Till tries to figure out where his phone is. It's only once he wanders into Ivan's room that he remembers he left his pants on Ivan's floor.

Grabbing his phone out of the pocket, Till hurries back to his nest. He's already feeling the awful, empty ache, and a dildo is better than nothing.

Pushing the toy back inside, he pulls up his contacts and calls Ivan. 

Ivan picks up on the first ring. “Till, you never call me. Is something wrong?”

Pouting, Till nods before belatedly realizing Ivan can't see him. “Yeah, you're not here. Why aren't you here? I need you.”

There's a long moment of silence before Ivan speaks again, voice strained. “Are you in heat?”

“Mmhm.” Till starts bouncing on his toy, letting out small sighs and moans. “You're not here and your stuff isn't enough. Come home.”

“Till, I'm going to go into rut if I'm close to you. It isn't safe. I'll send Sua to drop off some medicine.”

“No! I need you, please! I’m so empty!” Tears fill his eyes. Why is Ivan denying him? An omega is begging for him, why isn't he running home? 

The sound of Ivan gritting his teeth is loud enough to carry through the phone. “I know, I wish I could make it better. But you don't want me, you want an alpha and don't care who. You just happened to think of me first.”

If Ivan is being difficult, Till will have to convince him. He hits the speakerphone button and drives his hips down, taking all of the toy at once with a lewd sound. “I've been fucking myself so long, but it doesn't help. Need your cock, please…”

Ivan gives a desperate groan. “You sound so wet. Are you really thinking about me?”

“Only you, only want you,” Till rushes to reassure him. He hardly knows what he’s saying anymore, he’ll say anything if Ivan comes home. “Can't stop thinking about your knot, wanna be full of your cum. We'll make the cutest babies, I hope they look just like you.”

“I'll be home in three minutes,” Ivan announces, sounding only an inch away from losing his sanity. He hangs up before Till can respond.

It shouldn't be possible to get back to their apartment that fast, but Till nods as he tosses his phone aside. Ivan wouldn't lie, he's going to come back and take care of Till.

Just when Till is building to another orgasm, the apartment door flies open and slams into the wall, and Till's bedroom door does the same a few seconds later. Ivan kicks it shut as he stalks towards Till, sweaty and out of breath.

“Ivan!” Till's tears spill down his cheeks as he reaches out. Ivan smells so good, and he looks even more handsome than he normally does. Till will die without him.

Ivan's eyes are dilated so wide that the red pupils threaten to eclipse the surrounding black, all his attention fixed on Till. Till would be scared of how intense Ivan looks at any other time, but all he can feel now is relief, and a fresh wave of lust.

“If you've changed your mind, you're going to have to attack me or call for help. I can't hold back. You’re even wearing my jacket.” Ivan's voice is low and dangerous, but he pauses for a moment to stroke his thumb over Till's cheek.

“Don't hold back, I want all of you. Make me feel better.” He leans into the touch, practically purring. Just having Ivan so close is soothing. Despite Ivan's protests that Till would be happy with any alpha, he doesn't want anyone else. Only Ivan.

In his haste to strip down to his underwear, Ivan nearly rips his shirt. He hands it over to Till, who settles it in his nest after pressing it to his face and rubbing his cheek against it.

It's polite to ask before entering an omega's nest, but they're past that now. Ivan climbs into the small space, his larger body pinning Till down.

Without warning, Ivan tugs on the base of the dildo still inside Till, pulling it out and giving it a look of pure loathing. “You don't need this anymore.”

“Give me your dick, need it–” Till grabs at the waistband of Ivan's boxers, unable to tear his eyes away from the large tent straining against the fabric.

Still preoccupied with his new enemy, Ivan attempts to break the toy in half, muscles straining. He doesn't have quite enough strength, but the silicone has a noticeable bend.

“Ivan! Now!”

At Till's whine, Ivan tosses aside the misshapen dildo and pulls his boxers off. His cock is even bigger than Till fantasized about, long and thick and dripping precum. It's perfect.

It takes a few moments before Till realizes he's actually drooling at the sight. He badly wants Ivan's cock in his mouth, but he wants it in his pussy even more.

Parting his legs wider, Till spreads the lips of his cunt with his fingers, letting Ivan see more slick drip out of him. “Hurry, need you inside.”

He cries out in surprise when Ivan grabs his legs and pushes them out to the side, leaving him completely open for Ivan to shove his cock inside all at once.

Till's mind goes blissfully, overwhelmingly blank for a few moments at the onslaught of pleasure. He's making loud, shameful noises straight out of a porn video, mixed with incoherent pleas.

Ivan's cock stretches him far more than his toy, filling Till so perfectly he wants Ivan to live inside him, to never pull out and leave him empty again.

They're both utterly undone. Ivan murmurs his name over and over like a prayer, his fingers digging into Till's hips hard enough that he'll be bruised in the morning. A shudder runs through his body, and he shoves their lips together.

It's clear neither of them know how to kiss. Their lips move clumsily against each other and they can't figure out what to do with their tongues, but Till can't get enough. 

He licks into Ivan's mouth, trying to claim every inch for himself. Ivan is his alpha, he can't kiss anyone else. Till won't let him.

Ivan rocks his hips, and they both cry out. Till bites down on Ivan's lip, silently ordering him to continue.

Instead of starting slow, Ivan pulls his cock almost fully out and drives himself back in. Till sobs into their kiss, and Ivan greedily absorbs the sound as he fucks into Till again.

After only a few thrusts, Till falls to pieces. He blindly grasps at Ivan as his orgasm washes over him, tears blurring his vision.

Ivan doesn't let up. He keeps moving, snaggletooth digging into Till's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

His orgasm drags on much longer than any of his previous ones, and leaves him hungry for more. Ivan's knot is the only thing that can satisfy his heat, Ivan needs to cum too.

They finally stop kissing to catch their breath. Ivan's face is flushed, his eyes still far too intense. He looks as dazed as Till feels.

“You feel like heaven,” Ivan gasps, grinding his cock so deep the head rubs against Till's cervix.

“Fuck, gonna break me…” Till realizes he sounds far too pleased about the idea, being broken on Ivan's cock is a dream come true.

Ivan groans and tightens his grip. “If you let me break you, I'll never leave. I won't be able to stand seeing you with another alpha.”

Locking his legs around Ivan's waist, Till shakes his head. “Won't let you leave, only want you.”

“Don't say that,” Ivan begs, silencing Till with messy kisses.

He can sense that Ivan's self-control is waning. His thrusts become harder and faster, each one jolting Till against the side of his nest. He's trying to brand himself onto Till, and it's working. 

Till is so happy he could die. He's in a nest full of Ivan's things, practically suffocated with his scent, and Ivan is inside him, giving Till what he's wanted ever since his first heat.

“Ivan, Ivan, more…” Till claws at Ivan's broad back, trying to pull him even closer, so close they can't ever be separated.

Ivan responds by licking and sucking at Till's scent gland, as if marking the sensitive skin as his own. But his teeth don't sink in.

When Till glances down, he realizes each of Ivan's powerful thrusts presses so deep that he can see the outline of Ivan's cock against his skin. Ivan really is going to break him. 

“Bite. I want it,” he insists, eyes fluttering shut. Till wants to belong to Ivan forever. He’ll never have to worry about being left alone.

Ivan's movements stutter for a moment. “I can't.”

Till can't possibly make a rational argument in this state, and settles for throwing a tantrum. “Do it or get out!”

Ivan stops moving completely, going still despite how impossible it must be to resist the urge to keep breeding Till. “Don't demand something you'll regret.”

“I said I want it!” More tears filling his eyes, Till weakly punches Ivan in the chest. It's too solid for him to do any damage, but he keeps pathetically trying to vent his anger.

“You don't want me, it's your heat talking.” Ivan groans and rocks his hips when Till clenches down on his cock, his determination wavering. “I can't mate you.”

Why doesn't Ivan understand? Till's heat is making him honest, letting him finally voice his desires. He's too cock-drunk to lie. 

“I do want you, want you so bad it hurts. Wanna be your mate and have your babies and smell like you and spend all my heats with you.” Words pour out of him as he tries to fuck himself on Ivan's cock. Ivan is so close to knotting him, Till won't let them stop now.

Ivan makes a wounded, helpless noise as he holds Till in place and digs his sharp canines into Till's scent gland.

Till's body goes rigid, a scream forced from his throat. The blurred pain and pleasure are too much, too perfect. His consciousness flickers as pulses of electricity run up and down his spine.

Instead of letting Till recover, Ivan slams into him, teeth still buried in his mate’s neck. His swollen knot pushes inside, fully impaling him on Ivan's cock as their hips meet.

Till cums so hard that it's a miracle he doesn't pass out. He's only distantly aware that he's sobbing and shaking, but his body knows what to do without his input. His cunt eagerly tries to milk Ivan's release, squeezing his cock tight as his heavy, uncooperative arms lock around Ivan's neck to keep him close.

“Till, fuck, Till…Till, you–” For once, Ivan can't form a proper sentence. He's cut off by a ragged moan as he tips over the edge.

Ivan's orgasm feels endless. He fills Till to the brim with cum, and keeps going. It floods his womb and swells his stomach even as Till whines weakly that it's too much, he can't take any more. His head is spinning, and he can't catch his breath. 

Ivan's knot forces him to accept everything his alpha gives him. Till bites him hard on the shoulder in protest, but Ivan groans and forces another pulse of cum into his abused cunt, and Till swears his knot grows even thicker.

Till bites down again anyways, making Ivan grind his cock deeper. He wants everything Ivan can give him, even if it hurts. Ivan is his, and Till will prove that Ivan will never need any other omega.

Finally, Ivan’s orgasm ends, and he collapses on top of Till. He stops biting down on Till's neck and licks away the blood, then presses a kiss to the mark left behind.

Till is sore and exhausted, but the desperate, all-consuming need to be bred is gone. Now he's high on the euphoria of being Ivan's.

No more having to silently seethe while watching other omegas hit on Ivan. No more taking suppressants to avoid frustrating heats spent alone. No more burying himself in Ivan's laundry because he's too ashamed to ask Ivan to scent him.

He's so happy that he keeps crying, nuzzling his cheek against Ivan's like a cat. He's even purring through his tears. Till doesn't remember ever being this happy. 

Instead of mirroring Till's joy, Ivan's expression shifts to horror as the influence of his rut lessens. He pulls back as much as he can with his knot still locking them together. “I'll leave as soon as I can pull out and stay at a hotel until your heat is over. I shouldn't have come home, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist mating you. I stole your chance of being happy with someone else.”

Ivan doesn't want this, doesn't want him. He tied them together for life, but he's still going to leave. He took Till's virginity and probably knocked him up, and now he's going to walk away.

With an anguished howl, he rakes his nails down Ivan's chest. “I won't let you leave! You're supposed to be mine, you can't take back a mating bite! I'll die if you go, I can't–”

He's hyperventilating, unable to control his breathing. Till gasps for air as the room blurs and spins, his heart racing. Ivan hasn't left yet, but he already feels as if he's dying.

His face is quickly pressed to Ivan's scent gland, his alpha’s voice helping him breathe. “In….out…in…out.”

Ivan's intervention takes the edge off his panic, and Till can speak again after a minute. “Don't…don't leave me,” he croaks. 

“I won't. I couldn't stay away from you before, I'll be worse now. You'll be begging me to leave.” Ivan kisses the top of his head.

“Promise you'll stay.”

“I'll stay as long as you want me to,” Ivan vows.

“Forever,” Till insists, clinging to his mate. He's sure he'll be worse now too, Till already feels different.

He's always craved being close to Ivan, but now it's a need, not a want. The pit of anxiety in his gut that Ivan could choose to mate with someone else is dissipating, and he already feels lighter.

But he still needs reassurance. “Promise you won't look at any other omega? Everyone always flirts with you, what if they don't stop even though you're mated?”

“I promise I won't look at anyone else. You can blind me if you want to be sure. There's only you, I won’t talk to anyone without permission.” 

“I’m not poking out your eyes, then you can't look at me either. But I don't want you talking to any of your stupid admirers anymore, tell them all to fuck off.”

Ivan gives him a dazzling smile. “I will. Are you jealous now that we're together?”

“I was always jealous,” Till mumbles. “Even back in high school.”

His smile fading, Ivan tilts his head in confusion. “Why? I would have kept everyone away if you had told me it upset you.”

Fuck, does Till really have to spell it out? Ivan can be such an idiot sometimes. “Because I wanted you back then too, idiot. But you weren't gonna pick me over all the other omegas fawning over you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I turned down a few dates because I was waiting for you to ask me out. But you just messed with me all the time instead.” He scowls at the memories. It still hurts to think about his hopes being dashed so many times.

“Till, you're in heat, you can't mean it when you say you've wanted me for years.” Ivan shakes his head, refusing to meet Till’s gaze.

“Being in heat doesn't make me a liar! I wanted you for so fucking long, don't you dare tell me I'm lying!” He grabs Ivan's chin and forces his mate to face him, shoving their lips together. 

Ivan's knot is quickly fading as he goes soft, his cum beginning to spill. But his cock twitches with renewed interest inside of Till as he groans into the kiss.

“Say you want me back too,” Till tries to order between kisses, but it sounds more like begging. 

“I've wanted you for as long as I can remember.” Ivan's fingers tangle in his hair, gently tugging as he nibbles on Till's lip.

He's crying again as they kiss, fingers digging into Ivan's skin to keep him close. “Say it again.”

“I've only ever wanted you.”

“Breed me again, prove it.” He rocks his hips, urging Ivan to get hard again. “Put a baby in me.”

“If you ask for a baby, I really will get you pregnant.” Ivan's fingers catch the cum dripping from Till's pussy and press it back inside.

He tries to clench down and stop more of Ivan’s cum from spilling, but there’s simply too much. “Do it, I'm not on birth control.” 

That gets Ivan fully hard in only a few seconds. He's going back into rut, triggered by Till's heat returning. 

Ivan is his alpha, so if Till needs him, he can't possibly resist. They're fully in sync now instead of talking past each other. 

Till pushes his mate back against the wall of the nest, seating himself in Ivan's lap. “Fuck your cum back in and fill me with more, come on.”

Ivan yanks Till down as he thrusts into him, catching Till by surprise. He looks unbearably smug when Till whines loudly, and repeats the motion before Till can complain.

His stupid jock is strong enough that Till doesn't need to ride; Ivan can take full control and move Till at whatever pace he wants. He instantly starts pounding into Till as hard and fast as he can. 

Till hates how much he loves Ivan's strength. Being completely helpless is simultaneously enraging and arousing, and his lust is slowly winning.

“I…Ivan, fuck, s-slow down!” He tugs at Ivan's hair, but that only seems to spur him on.

“Stop squeezing me so tight then,” Ivan retorts, shoving himself even deeper.

Till tries to curse Ivan out, but all he can manage are increasingly louder moans. He should have known Ivan wouldn't sit back and let him do what he wants, Ivan always has to mess with him.

The slap of skin on skin fills his ears, so lewd it makes his face burn. He's a bit more lucid now that he's not suffering through his heat alone, but his head is spinning. He feels so good, why not stop thinking and enjoy himself?

Ivan's cockhead keeps pressing against his cervix, overwhelming him with pleasure, and he's mumbling something Till can't fully make out about his womb. 

It feels like Ivan actually is reaching all the way to his womb, Till is absolutely certain that Ivan is going to give him a baby. At this rate, maybe it's going to be twins.

“Too…too deep,” he forces out, but can't stop moving along with Ivan, undercutting his words.

“You can take me deeper, can’t you?” Ivan presses his fingers down on the bulge his cock makes in Till's abdomen, both of them crying out when Till’s cunt grips him tighter. 

Till tries to pull away from the pressure, but Ivan's grip keeps him firmly in place. “Can’t,” he forces out, shaking his head. He's too far gone to explain that it's not physically possible. 

Ignoring the protest, Ivan pursues his impossible goal. He easily lifts Till up and down, faltering for only a few moments when Till cums.

Ivan fucks him through his orgasm until Till is sobbing once again and barely able to keep himself upright. If this continues for the rest of his heat, he's going to lose his mind.

Thankfully, Ivan slows down. He brushes Till's bangs out of his reddened eyes and kisses away his tears. “Too much?”

Yes, but Till doesn't want to stop. He wants Ivan to fuck him stupid, to give Till everything so he can prove he can take it.

Shaking his head, he leans down. “Kiss me.”

Ivan meets him halfway, catching Till's lips in a kiss that's surprisingly sweet considering how hard he's been fucking Till.

Bouncing himself on Ivan’s half-formed knot, Till finally takes control. “So good, fuck, can't feel my legs.”

Ivan keeps kissing him, tongue sweeping through Till's mouth. He helps Till ride his dick, lifting him up and letting Till drop down on his own.

“Knot me, give it to me, need you.” He's totally out of it, hardly aware of what he's saying. Yet he keeps mumbling against Ivan's lips. “So happy I'm yours, love you so much…really want a baby with you.”

For a long moment, Ivan goes still, his eyes wide and innocent. “You do?”

Denying it doesn't enter Till's mind. He tries to slowly keep fucking himself on Ivan's cock as he nods. “Love you so much it hurts, I want to die sometimes. It hurts so much when you're mean to me.”

Even if it's a lie, he wants to hear Ivan say it back. He can pretend they're happily in love until reality intrudes. “Do you love me too?”

“If wanting to tear out my soul and give it to you to make you smile is love, then yes. I…I love you too.” Ivan looks shocked by his own words, but Till is smothering him in overeager kisses before he can keep talking.

Till's tears smear across his cheeks, and it takes him a few moments to realize they're mixed with Ivan's. He's never seen Ivan cry before.

He chases Ivan's tears with his lips, and catches one on the tip of his tongue before it can escape. It doesn't taste like anything, but Till doesn't care. It's still part of Ivan, so it's his now too.

With a strangled groan, Ivan pushes his mate against the bottom of the nest and drives into him, shoving his knot inside until it's too large to pull out. “Love you, love you, love you.”

His last orgasm was only a few minutes ago, but another one is rapidly building. Ivan keeps repeating how much he loves Till over and over, the words filling his mind and crowding out Till's own thoughts. 

They finish in sync, Ivan's cum stuffing him far too full as Till violently trembles and his vision goes blurry. It's too much, he can’t take it, but Ivan isn't stopping. He’s overflowing with Ivan’s love, and Ivan keeps giving him more and more.

Till's feels Ivan's lips brush against his own as he surrenders completely to his heat, utterly lost in the endless waves of pleasure.

When he wakes the morning after his heat ends. Till feels as if he got run over by a truck. He's sore all over, and covered in bite marks. He doesn't remember Ivan biting down on one of his nipples, yet he has a ring of broken skin encircling it.

All he can do is groan weakly and try to squirm out of Ivan's grip. His alpha is spooning him, face pressed into Till's neck and arms holding him tight. 

Ivan mumbles in his sleep and grips Till tighter in response, making the finger-shaped bruises on his hips burn.

Till's mind flashes back to Ivan holding him down and rutting into him last night, promising to give him triplets. His face burns, half in shame and half in arousal.

Fuck, he really did beg Ivan to mate him, and then made things worse by begging for a baby, and then confessing his love. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?

If only running away was an option. Till doesn't think he could walk even if Ivan let go, and has to resort to poking him in the side. “Wake up, I need to piss.”

Once Ivan's eyes flutter open, they fix firmly on Till, dark pupils deep enough to drown in. He doesn't speak, but his cock begins to stir where it rests against Till's thigh.

“We're not having sex again! Just help me get to the bathroom!” He’s tempted to give in despite the lingering ache between his legs and how badly he needs a shower, but his bladder and stomach are both calling for attention.

Pouting slightly, Ivan nods and carefully climbs out of Till's nest. It's a dirty, misshapen mess after they've been having sex in it for days.

Holding out a hand for Ivan to help him to his feet, he finds himself instead swept into Ivan's arms like some sort of bride. He covers his face and grumbles about how much he hates alphas.

Ivan sets him down in the bathroom, but stands next to the toilet and stares at Till expectantly instead of leaving. 

“Get out.”

“Do I have to?”

Till flips him off. “You're not watching me piss, go!”

With a wounded look, Ivan slinks out of the bathroom and down the hall.

Once he's finished in the bathroom, Till manages to hobble his way into the kitchen in search of breakfast after throwing on boxers.

Ivan has put on a pair of sweatpants and stands at the stove, poking at a pan full of scrambled eggs with a spatula. 

Till drags himself over to the table and watches Ivan cook. His messy hair and the long scratches up his broad back from Till's nails make him look unfairly hot, why can't he be ugly for once?

Ivan soon carries over plates for both of them, sitting down across from Till with a smile. “I can make more eggs if you're still hungry.”

Vague memories come to mind of Ivan pulling out long enough to get them food a few times during his heat, but it feels like he hasn't eaten for days. 

Seeing how fast Till cleans his plate, Ivan gets up to make him more eggs, leaving his own half-eaten.

Till grabs Ivan's arm before he can step away from the table. “Hey, I didn't say I want more right now. Finish your food first.”

“It's alright, I'm not that hungry. You can have mine if you want.” 

Ivan is wearing that stupid polite smile that always pisses him off. Till scowls and shakes his head. “Sit back down.”

“You don't have to worry about me.”

“I told you to sit down!” Till stands and pushes Ivan back into his seat, dropping into his lap to keep him in place. “You can get up once you eat.”

“Okay,” Ivan breathes out, picking up his fork again. 

Till leans back against his mate’s firm chest, shifting around as he makes himself comfortable. 

“If you keep moving, I'm going to get hard,” Ivan informs him between bites.

He immediately goes still. “We just spent days having sex, how do you even have any cum left?” 

“We haven't had sex in nine hours, I've had enough time to rest. Do you want to have sex?” One of Ivan's arms wraps around his waist and tugs him closer.

“No! I'm still sore, you were way too rough with me.” 

“You kept telling me to fuck you harder, I thought you enjoyed it. I'll get a bath ready after I make you more eggs, the warm water should help.”

Till absolutely loved Ivan's rough treatment, but he'd rather jump out the window than admit it. “You better, it's your fault I can barely walk.”

“I know.” Ivan lifts Till off his lap and sets him in the empty chair, returning to the stove to make more scrambled eggs.

His gaze burning into Ivan's back, Till wonders why this morning feels so…normal. Shouldn't their relationship be different? Discussing sex is new, but Ivan has always been weird and touchy.

They're mated now, bound together for life, but Till isn't sure how to act like a couple. Mizi and Sua make it look so natural, he can't imagine either of them being as lost as he is.

When Ivan comes back to the table, he decides to make a move. Till climbs back into Ivan's lap and takes a deep breath. “T-thanks for the food.” He brings their lips together before he can lose his nerve.

There's a single moment of hesitation before Ivan kisses back, pulling Till flush against him. 

Till intended to give Ivan a quick peck, but can't bring himself to pull away. He parts his lips for Ivan's tongue to press against his own, moaning softly.

Their kisses during Till's heat were frantic, and felt like Ivan trying to devour him. This one is slow and thorough. 

They break apart for air, and kiss again. Ivan is warm and smells so good, Till can't get enough.

Ivan seems dazed when they part, gazing up at Till in wonder. “You…you kissed me.”

“You don't have to point it out.” He ducks his head, trying to hide from Ivan's gaze.

“Why?”

“Idiot, we're mated. Aren't we supposed to kiss? Am I bad at it or something?”

“No, you were perfect. But I didn't think you would want to kiss once your heat ended.” 

Till raises his fingers to the bite mark on his neck. The broken skin has scabbed over, beginning to form into a scar that will show everyone he's taken. 

“Did you already forget what I said on the first day?” He loves Ivan, why wouldn't he want to keep kissing?

Ivan’s lips curl into a grin. “You said a lot, which part are you talking about? When you told me to give you a baby? Or that you wanted my knot?” 

“No! The part where I said…you know, that I really like you…” He fidgets, finding it far more difficult to talk about his feelings when he's not out of his mind with lust. 

“You meant it?”

“I told you I did, don't make me repeat everything.”

“I won't. But are you sure you feel that way? I won't be upset if you change your mind.” 

“Stop second-guessing me! Do you think I'm that shallow?” His voice drops into an embarrassed mumble. “I really wanted to be your mate…”

Ivan kisses his mating bite before giving him one on the lips. “You could have asked for that years ago.”

“I didn't know you liked me, why didn't you act like it? I told you I didn't have a prom date a bunch of times, you were supposed to ask me to go with you.”

“Because you didn't return my feelings, I would never force them on you.” 

Till sighs heavily. “Ugh, you're impossible.” 

“I know. You should eat before your food gets cold.” Ivan takes a forkful of eggs and holds it to Till's mouth. “Say ahh.”

Keeping his mouth firmly closed, Till shakes his head. 

“Isn't this what a couple does?” Ivan nudges the fork a bit closer.

Reluctantly, Till opens his mouth and takes the bite of eggs, turning bright red as he chews. He snatches the fork away before Ivan can keep feeding him, finishing breakfast on his own.

“Do you still want a bath?”

“Yeah, I feel gross. You need one too.” 

Holding Till securely in his arms, Ivan climbs to his feet and heads for the bathroom. He sets Till down in the bathtub and fills it with warm water before turning to leave.

“Hey, I said you need a bath too. Get in.” 

Ivan immediately strips and climbs in, settling himself behind Till. The tub is small enough that he presses against Till's back, and Till can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

“Is the water too hot?”

“No.” He grabs Ivan's fancy shampoo and works it into his hair before handing it to Ivan.

It's surprisingly comfortable to take a bath together. Ivan washes his back and kisses along his shoulders, smiling softly.

“You didn't have to cum so much inside me,” Till complains as he scrubs at his thighs and presses two fingers into himself to make sure he's cleaned out all of Ivan's cum.

“But you kept begging for more.”

“I was in heat, of course I wanted more! I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic about it.”

“You said you wanted a baby, I got so excited I lost control. Do you still want one?” Ivan's hand drifts over his stomach.

“...Don't make me say it.” Till faces forward, not letting Ivan see his face.

“But how do I know if you meant it, or it was your heat talking?” Ivan's hand comes to rest right over his womb.

Till squirms and makes small, embarrassed noises before finally admitting the truth. “I want a baby together.”

It only takes a few seconds for Ivan to grow hard again, cock pressing insistently against Till's back. “You really mean it?”

“I just told you I did! Why are you hard again?”

“You're probably already pregnant, but we should keep trying every day. We can start now.” Ivan's hand slips lower, fingers tracing the lips of his cunt.

“F-fine, but not in the bath!” 

Grinning, Ivan hurries them out of the bath, whisking Till off to his bedroom as soon as they're dry. 

They don't emerge from Till's room until dinnertime, the rest of the day spent lost in each other.

As much as Till would prefer to stay in their apartment forever, he has to return to class when Monday rolls around.

He wakes up in Ivan's arms when his alarm goes off, groping for his phone on the nightstand until the room falls silent.

Ivan kisses the back of his neck. “Do you want breakfast in bed?”

“Please.”

After spending a few minutes in the kitchen, Ivan comes back with warm chocolate croissants, handing one plate to Till once he sits up.

He leans against Ivan as they eat, stifling a yawn. He sleeps better with Ivan, but that's canceled out by his horny mate keeping him up late.

“I can walk you to class this morning.”

“You better, you don't have a choice.” He licks a bit of chocolate off the corner of Ivan's mouth with a grin.

Ivan grabs his face and pulls him into a long, heated kiss, tongue sweeping through Till's mouth.

“Can you stop being horny for five seconds?” Till shoves a croissant in Ivan's mouth as he complains.

“Not if I'm in the same room as you.”

It's not as if he minds too much, it's nice to be wanted so openly. Till hides a smile behind his hand as he finishes eating.

Ivan grabs their empty plates and gets to his feet. “I'll be back once I get dressed.”

Till has a plan, and springs into action once he's alone. Ivan's varsity jacket has been washed since he wore it during his heat, but still smells so much like Ivan. Till throws it on over a thin tank top, showing off the imprint of teeth in his scent gland.

When Ivan returns, Till earns the excited response he was waiting for. Ivan is struck speechless before smothering him in kisses.

“We should go back to bed,” Ivan declares between kisses.

“No, I need to show everyone you're mine. If anyone tries to hit on you after this, I'll fight them.”

“You won't have to, I won't let anyone try. You can bite me back so everyone knows I belong to you.” Ivan leans down so his neck is even with Till's mouth.

Immediately, he sinks his teeth into Ivan's skin. Ivan moans and grips his waist as Till lingers for a few moments before pulling back. He licks away the blood and grins.

“Are you sure we can't go back to bed? I need you so badly, Till.”

“After class, come on.” Till grabs Ivan's hand and tugs him out of the bedroom. 

They're still holding hands when they reach campus, and it doesn't take long to run into someone they know.

Marty, one of Ivan's teammates, does a double take at the sight of them. “Wait, are you two together now?”

Although Marty is a beta, Till still feels the need to mark his territory. He clings to Ivan's arm and nods, making sure his mating bite is visible. “We're mated, so we're going to be together forever.”

“The rest of the team will be happy to hear, I think they're tired of seeing you constantly pine after Till. Congrats.” Marty nods to Ivan before heading off to class.

“Pining over me?”

“I get excited when you come to our games, I always play better. The rest of the team noticed.”

“Now that I'll be at every game, you better win them all,” he declares, pressing himself even more firmly against Ivan.

“I will, I promise I won't disappoint you.” Ivan gives him a kiss before they start walking again.

Till's classroom is closer, so they head there first. Ivan walks him to the door, but doesn't let go of Till's hand yet.

In order to stake his claim, Till tugs his mate into a kiss that's far too passionate for one with an audience. He hopes they can tell he's using tongue. 

When they part, a few of his classmates are staring in shock, forgetting to walk through the open door.

Ivan takes a second to recover, looking a bit dazed. “I have to go over to the business school and have a class right after this one, but I'll meet you for lunch.”

“Don't miss me too much.”

“It's impossible not to miss you, but I'll try. I love you.” Ivan looks shy but happy as he squeezes Till's hand. 

“I love you too.” Till gives his mate one last kiss before heading into his classroom, wearing a dreamy smile and holding Ivan's jacket to his face to inhale his scent. 

He's counting down the minutes until he can see Ivan again, already looking forward to being together once more. Now that they belong to each other, they'll always be together. Nothing could possibly make him happier.