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Jason is steps away from the kitchen when he hears it—a whimper, almost inaudible in the darkness. It’s followed by the sharp scent of distress, turning pleasant clove-and-smoke into something burnt and ashy.
His heartstrings twist painfully; feet moving almost without his permission, carrying him into the living room where Jay is curled up into a tight ball on the couch. Like this, he looks so much smaller than 6’1. His face is twisted with pain, brow furrowed, face scrunched in a way that compels Jason forward. He stops short of actually touching him. It’s never a good idea to startle a sleeping vigilante… even, or maybe especially, an injured one.
So instead, Jason kneels just out of arm’s reach and unfurls his scent. Clove-and-honey trickles over the burnt-ash scent, and Jason croons, soft and inviting.
Jay’s nose twitches, head turning. He whimpers again; this time with a questioning lilt.
It’s—odd, feeling so protective over someone wearing his face, especially when that someone is currently living through a period in time he’d rather forget. He’s spent years untangling the mess of feelings in his chest. The anger and hurt; hatred and regret. The self-hatred. He’s finally gotten to a point in his life where he’s… maybe okay. Getting thrust back here, even in an alternate dimension…
He’d expected to go through it all again. To take it out on himself, or the boy sharing his face.
But…
All Jason wants to do is bundle him up in a nest. Wrap him in soft blankets, surround him with pillows, and hold him until he stops smelling so hurt. Until he remembers what it’s like to feel safe and warm in the arms of another.
It’s… Jason’s not really sure what to make of the feelings. But he’s been trying to be more—open. And right now, at least, Jay needs someone. There’s no Roy. No Lian. No Kori. No Biz. No bat-pack. Just him.
He shuffles closer, answering the plaintive whimper with another croon; this one coaxing. Come to me , it says. I’ll take care of you . His scent swells with it; inviting and protective and omega-sweet.
Jay twists. His nose twitches again, this time with an adorable snuffle. He uncurls, just a little. He reaches out, obviously questing, so Jason lets him catch his hand. The alpha squeezes him so tightly he thinks he might bruise.
Jason shuffles closer, almost touching the couch. He makes a soft sound in his throat.
Jay’s eyes snap open, glowing eerie green in the dark. He pushes up on an elbow, eyes darting through the shadows until he lands on Jason’s face. His eyes are glassy. Unshed tears cling to his lashes. Jason’s chest aches again; though this time it feels like there’s something a little more than just sympathy. He ignores it. Instead, he calls softly; invitingly, opening his arms—and finds himself knocked backward, falling on his ass and clutching tightly to a lapful of alpha, neck wet with tears as Jay shakes in his arms.
He purrs comfortingly, resting his cheek on Jay’s head. He doesn’t bother with pithy reassurances—yes, he’s living proof that things can, eventually, get better… but he’s also from an entirely different dimension. An omega, where this Jay is an alpha. He has no way of knowing if Jay’s life will pan out the same way, no matter how similar their experiences have been up until now.
So instead, he just holds him, purring and stroking slowly over the length of his spine, coating him in his scent. Jay’s sobs peter out into soft, stuttering breaths; trembles still wracking his form. Jason’s hand stops to rest between his shoulder-blades.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. He won’t be here forever—his pack is likely already working to bring him home—but, until then… he’ll be right here.
Jay shudders in his arms; grip on the back of his shirt tightening, pulling the fabric taut against his chest. The friction nearly makes him gasp—suddenly, he finds himself aware of his chest in a way he usually isn’t.
Sure—his nipples are sensitive. His past partners, and himself, have taken full advantage of that before. But this is—different. His chest feels… swollen. Tight, almost. And prickly. It’s uncomfortable, but not so much he can’t ignore it.
At least, not until he feels two warm, damp patches spread over his chest; the scent of milk softening the spicy-sweet aroma of his natural scent. Milk . He’s milking .
Jay tenses in his arms. Jason lets his grip loosen, anticipating the moment when the alpha pulls back. He’s a mess—flushed cheeks streaked with tears, eyes rimmed with red. His eyes are still a bright, almost poisonous green. Jason chest constricts at the sight, and a little more milk leaks from his chest.
“I—you—” Jay swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.
Jason feels heat spread over his face, but he forces himself to keep his gaze steady. “Yeah. I am,” he says gently, like he’s not just as surprised. Like he knows what he’s doing; like he’s ever leaked for someone before in his life.
He’s felt a tell-tale swelling when rescuing scared pups, sure, but that always passed quickly. It’s only been recently that he’s been close enough to anyone for milk to be a possibility, and, well. He’d been expecting it to be soon, though under different circumstances. Less an offer of comfort, more one of enticement.
If he’s nothing else, though, Jason is adaptable. Right now, there’s an alpha—barely out of puphood—who needs him. So what if that alpha is a version of himself? He’s not going to waste time freaking out about that when he could be helping instead.
There will be time for that later.
Jay is wide-eyed, still. But there’s want, there, and in his scent, too. Jason cups his cheeks, gently brushing his thumbs over tear tracks. Jay leans into his hands, eyes fluttering, dislodging a few more of the tears clinging to his lashes. Jason wipes those away too.
“It’s okay,” he tells him. “We can ignore it if you want. But… we don’t have to.”
Jay bites his lip. “I… why— Why?”
Jason skims his thumb over a scar on Jay’s cheek. It’s mirrored on his own; cutting a jagged line from mouth to temple. Even after all these years, it’s still stark against his skin. (Sometimes Jason wonders if it’s the pit; preserving every scar he went in with exactly as they were.)
Jay’s eyes flutter shut as he leans into Jason’s hands.
“Because you deserve it,” he murmurs. “ We deserve it.” He means it. That’s more surprising than the rest of it.
Jay shudders again, opening his eyes. The yearning there just about takes Jason’s breath away. He searches Jason’s face. The truth of his words must be written there, because the way his expression splinters really does make Jason stop breathing.
He doesn’t hesitate to catch him when the alpha falls back into his chest, though. Just sucks in a ragged breath of his own, and says, “C’mon, Jay. Nest.” He butts his nose against Jay’s temple.
Jay huffs, a little, but he peels himself out of Jason’s arms and onto his feet. He offers Jason a hand. Jason doesn’t need it, but he takes it anyway, letting Jay pull him to his feet. Their fingers stay intertwined the entire short trip to the den.
Jay had offered it up when he asked Jason to stay—and Jason hadn’t refused. He’d always been closely tuned to his instincts, and he had to assume his alpha counterpart was as well. Refusing the offer, denying Jay the ability to provide for an omega in his territory, who smelled like him… Their instincts may not be the masters of them, but that didn’t mean they weren’t a bitch to deal with, especially when they felt rejected. It was easier for both of them to accept.
Jay had stored his own nesting materials; only taking a few of them to the living room with him. He’d procured fresh ones, somewhere, for Jason.
As such, the nest he takes Jay to is his and his alone. It’s not the nest he’d like to bundle the alpha into. No—that would be his nest, back home. It was piled high with the plushest of cushions and softest of blankets; all of them scented thoroughly by the most trusted people in his life, and then draped with curtains and soft lights on top of that. His whole apartment was one of creature comforts these days… but his nest was still by far the best example.
This one is more than passable, though, and even if it isn’t as plush or well-scented, it… pleases him, on a base level, to be bringing the alpha to a nest he supplied for Jason.
It pleases him more when Jay rumbles at the sight of it.
He squeezes the alpha’s hand before letting go; crossing his arms to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off, tossing it toward the hamper. For once, there is no hesitation, no prickle of insecurity. Why should there be, when Jay shares the same scar?
Cool air meets his skin, and he shivers. Shivers again at the aborted noise of want Jay makes. He clambers into the nest, situating himself against the pillows before holding his arms out.
Jay hesitates for only a moment before joining him, curling up in Jason’s arms.
Jason fusses over the blankets and pillows until he’s sure both of them are comfortable and warm. Then, he cups the base of Jay’s skull and guides him to his breast.
Jay’s lips part. Warm breath ghosts over his flesh, making Jason shiver again, teeth digging into his lip. He watches Jay’s tongue dart out, wetting his lips before he swallows. His eyes flick to Jason’s, and then—he latches on, and begins to suckle.
He’s—gentle. Hesitant, almost, or maybe just unsure. Jason croons encouragingly, bending his head to kiss Jay’s forehead.
Hisbreasts are so full that it only takes a few of those soft sucks before milk begins to trickle out. It’s—a strange sensation, at first. Almost prickly. But then… it’s like something in him loosens, and the feeling gentles. A slow, curling warmth starts under his breast bone, and in his belly, and spreads through him.
He sighs, content, relaxing back into the pillows; scritching the back of Jay’s head in slow, repetitive motions. A purr builds in his chest, vibrating between them and stealing even more tension from his muscles.
Jay grows less hesitant. His suckles grow harder, quicker. It’s fine, at first—but then… discomfort builds, stealing away some of that peaceful warmth.
He shifts, tapping on Jay’s ribcage to get his attention. The alpha looks up at him. Jason can feel the way he starts to pull away, mouth loosening. He presses his palm to the back of his head, holding him in place, and winds the other around his middle.
Jay stills.
“Slowly, darlin’. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he murmurs, stroking through Jay’s curls.
A flush spreads over the alpha’s face. It’s not the splotchy red from before—this one is pretty pink and almost inviting. He latches again, his suckling slowing, gentling. Jason rewards him with a soft squeeze to the back of his neck. It’s not a real scruff, but it makes Jay’s eyes go heavy-lidded, lashes brushing his cheeks.
“There we go, darlin’, there’s a good pup.”
That flush darkens. Jay lowers his eyes, wiggling just a little bit more firmly against Jason’s body. He splays a hand over Jason’s breast, gently kneading the flesh. The soft, pleased sound Jason makes is just shy of a moan. The alpha in his arms purrs.
Jason feels—boneless. The air is thick with their co-mingled scent, so deeply intertwined Jason can no longer tell who’s is who’s. He finds himself slipping a hand under Jay’s shirt, rubbing circles on his stomach. Jay melts in his arms, his rumble deepening, Jason’s own purr dropping to match.
He doesn’t think he’s ever been so content in his life.
Jay’s eyes are soft and hazy, half-shut. Jason is warm and comfortable, his instincts almost humming with satisfaction. It’s nothing to let himself drift, not bothering to keep track of time. He has no idea how long they stay like that; the only break when Jay has to switch nipples.
Eventually, though, he lets go. He doesn’t move away, though, instead winding his arms around Jason’s middle and pillowing his head on Jason’s chest. Jason hums, pleased, pressing a kiss to his curls.
He has no intention of sending Jay back out to the couch. He shifts, a little, meaning honestly to find a better position for them to sleep in—only to suddenly become aware of the ache between his thighs, the way his boxers have grown damp and sticky. The way the warmth in his gut burns a little hotter. A little more insistent.
Oh.
He takes a slow, measured breath. This is fine. He’s just spent… who-knows-how long with an alpha giving his—very sensitive—chest his complete and devoted attention. Of course his body would respond. That’s… It’s perfectly normal.
Jason cautiously scents the room.
Their shared clove scent is almost overwhelming in its spice… but underneath that, the syrupy-sweetness of his omega scent has grown thicker, sweeter with his arousal. Jay’s own scent balances it nicely, though; a heady mix of smoked clove and alpha musk—
Wait.
He scents again. And… yes. The normal undertones of musk are now stronger, thicker, making Jason’s mouth water and his cunt throb.
Okay. So he’s definitely not the only one affected. That’s— God, maybe he shouldn’t be thinking, ‘That’s good,’ but… he is. Because now that he’s aware of the want building in his gut, he—well. He wants . He hopes Jay wants too.
But—how to ask? How—
Jay shifts in his lap. His clothed cock brushes Jason’s hip. A startled gasp escapes him, ghosting over Jason’s skin, making him shiver, a little, breath catching in his throat.
The alpha freezes; tension rushing back into his body in a tidal wave. Shame trickles into his scent, souring the contentment from earlier, and—well.
That just won’t do.
“Oh, darlin’. Is this for me?” Jason cups the alpha’s bulge through his sweatpants, biting back a smile at the soft gasp that gets him; the way Jay’s hips rock forward before he can stop them.
His teeth dig into his lip—he won’t meet Jason’s eyes. The tips of his ears are red. The warmth of his blush radiates into Jason’s skin.
Jason croons. “It’s okay. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” he assures him. In more ways than one.
Jason wouldn’t consider himself an expert on alpha cocks, per se, but he’s seen enough to know the feeling of Jay’s in his hand is nothing to scoff at. He reluctantly lets it go, though, settling his hand over Jay’s stomach instead. “We can ignore it if you want.” It’s already been a weird, confusing night, and—well. Jay is six years younger than he is. ‘Confidence’—at least of this kind—wasn’t really in his repertoire yet, not at nineteen, when his experiences were few and far between.
Jay digs his teeth harder into his lip. He stays silent so long Jason starts to worry he’s pushed too hard. Then, the alpha lets out a quiet huff, shifting in Jason’s arms until he’s straddling his thighs. His hands hover for a moment before settling on his sides.
“I want— I want this,” he says, decisively; adorably determined, looking at Jason through thick lashes.
Jason grips his hips. “Me too,” he says, and rolls his hips upward, letting the alpha feel the truth of it in the slight swell of his cock. Jay makes a delightful noise in the back of his throat, and this time, Jason doesn’t bother to suppress his grin. He just grips the back of his skull, right over his neck, and pulls him down into a kiss.
He can tell the alpha is expecting a battle, and he has no qualms about giving it to him—at least for now. Their teeth knock together before their tongues tangle, each slide of their lips hard and hot. It’s a good kiss. Fierce. Rough.
Jason squeezes the back of his head, and the alpha shudders. His hips rock forward, grinding against Jason’s middle as he moans . His cunt throbs in time with his heart; slick leaking down his thighs. Fuck. It would be so easy to flip them. To grab hold of the alpha’s waist and pin him to the sheets with his weight while he touches him. Jay would writhe so beautifully beneath him.
Just the image is enough to make his cock twitch, cunt clenching around nothing.
He resists the urge, though—that’s not really what he wants. Not yet. Instead, he slips his hand to cup Jay’s jaw, swiping his thumb over his cheek as he softens his mouth. Offering up his submission, when he could have taken Jay’s instead.
Jay’s arms wind around Jason’s neck. The kiss turns clumsy, the sudden softness obviously tripping the alpha up. He’s a quick study, though, and soon he’s sinking against Jason’s chest, licking into his mouth with a flattering eagerness. It’s— good. Really good. Endearing is a word, but not the right one. It captures the fondness he feels… but not the way it makes desire build in his belly, or the way it makes him feel so… powerful.
It’s not that he’s never been wanted. It’s not even that he’s never had an alpha desperate and needy for him. It’s— There’s just… something different. And whatever it is, is heady. He wants to make the alpha feel even a fraction of what he does, right now.
Jason slips his fingers past the waistband of his sweatpants and grabs a handful of his ass. Jay moans into his mouth, rutting against him with small, jerky motions, like he just can’t help himself. Jason breaks the kiss, skimming his lips over Jay’s jaw until he finds a good spot to suck, right as he gives his ass another squeeze.
Jay’s whimper is high and needy. He grasps Jason’s shoulders like a lifeline, hips rocking forward. A damp patch has spread over the front of his pants.
Jason kisses the underside of his jaw, and pulls at the band of his sweats. “C’mon, darlin’. Let's get you out of these.”
Jay nods, eagerly, rising up on his knees, his hands over Jason’s as they slide them down, taking his boxers with them. He kicks them off gracelessly. Jason splays his hands over Jay’s waist and takes a moment to look him over.
He’s not as broad as Jason—not yet—and he’s trimmer, more toned. Thick, dark curls cover his chest, growing sparser on his stomach except for the thick trail leading to the thatch at his groin. Jason wants to run his fingers through it; wants to follow that trail right to the base of his cock, which curves toward his stomach. Jason’s mouth waters at the sight of it; thick and flushed and wet with pre. He’s not sure which he wants more: to swallow it down, or feel it stretching his cunt?
Jay shifts. Jason jerks his gaze back up to his face, where the alpha is biting his lip again, insecurity written all over his face. When he catches Jason’s gaze, though, his eyes widen. Insecurity bleeds away as that pretty pink flush dusts his cheeks again.
This time, Jason doesn’t stop himself from flipping them. It’s just as easy as he thought it would be. Jay yelps at the sudden switch—the sound is unfairly adorable, and Jason can’t help leaning down to kiss him, briefly. Then he straightens, settling more firmly on Jay’s hips.
“My turn,” he says cheekily, hooking his thumbs in his sleep pants.
Jay’s eyes go wide again, and Jason’s not sure he’s breathing. It’s cute . Jason feels—he feels hot , even though he knows there’s nothing graceful or practiced about the way he undresses.
Jay doesn’t seem to mind, though, making a soft little noise as soon as Jason is bare to him. Jason lets him look his fill. He’s already seen him shirtless; seen the silver and pink stretch marks, the layers of fat built over muscle, the soft swell of his tits, the dusting of hair on his belly. Jay takes it in like he’s seeing it for the first time, though, following the lines of him down to his groin. His throat bobs at the sight of Jason’s cock, curving up toward his stomach. It bobs again, harder, at the sight of his cunt. His hands raise—then stop, hovering near Jason’s thighs like he’s not sure he’s allowed to touch.
Fucking adorable.
“You can touch me, Jay,” he assures.
“I— I don’t…” Jay bites his lip, the flush on his cheeks darkening.
Jason catches one of his hands and raises it to his mouth. The alpha shivers, lips parting when Jason kisses his knuckles. “You’ve touched yourself before, haven’t you, darlin’?”
Oh, he’s red now. He nods, jerky.
“Start with my cock, then,” he says. “Slowly, now. You’ve got me a little worked up.”
Jay nods again, a little more confident this time. He bites his lip, eyes flickering to Jason’s face before darting away again. He doesn’t go straight for Jason’s dick. Instead, he runs his fingers over Jason’s thigh, the muscle twitching under his touch, collecting slick with his fingers until they’re coated with it.
Oh. “Clever pup,” Jason murmurs, enjoying the way the flush spreads down Jay’s neck.
Jay wraps his hand around the base of Jason’s cock. He gives him a few slow, experimental strokes that have Jason’s eyes fluttering, breath stuttering. His hips twitch—but he holds himself still. Jay’s free hand settles on his hip, helping to steady Jason as he finds a rhythm.
It doesn’t take long.
Jay’s grip is perfect . He strokes him steadily, with little flicks and twists of his wrists spaced just unevenly enough Jason can’t predict them. His self-control unravels quickly, and soon, he’s thrusting into Jay’s hand, little moans and whimpers falling from his mouth.
Jay watches him with eyes almost all pupil, except for a ring of acidic green. There’s a single-mindedness to it that has more slick leaking from him, coating his thighs and dripping onto Jay’s stomach. Pre beads at his cock, too, easing the slide of Jay’s hand even more.
It’s good. It’s so good. Jason tells him so, clumsily covering the hand on his hip with his own, stroking the back of his hand with his thumb.
Jay squeezes his hip. “Yeah?” he says, a little breathless. “You gonna—gonna come for me, ‘mega?”
Jason shivers, electricity dancing up his spine. He nods, maybe a little too hard. “Y-yeah. Yes, alpha, I, please —”
Jay’s hand stutters, but picks up rhythm again quickly. Jason can feel the heat building, and building; his stomach tightening. Jay swipes his thumb over the head of Jason’s cock, catching just so on his slit and—
That’s all it takes. He barely manages to babble out a warning before he’s spilling, come splattering on his stomach; dribbling down Jay’s hand, and onto his torso. Jay strokes him through the aftershocks, then settles his hands on Jason’s waist, rubbing circles into his skin with his thumbs.
“So pretty,” Jay breathes.
Heat rises on Jason’s face. Jay smiles up at him, looking utterly pleased with himself. Jason can’t deny he deserves to. Still— he can’t help wanting to turn the tables.
He scrapes his nails over Jay’s chest, leaving behind thin white lines. Jay shivers, lips parting around a soft little sound. “Poor alpha,” he coos. “All worked up.” His fingers trail down, down, through Jay’s happy trail, until they close around the base of his cock.
Jay makes a desperate, needy sound; hips stuttering up, into Jason’s hand.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m gonna take care of you,” Jason promises. “But you gotta make a choice for me, ‘kay?” He pumps his fist slowly. The alpha’s grip goes bruise tight on Jason’s hips, his head tossed back, chest heaving as he pants.
Jason’s pulse races; mouth dry with desire. He shifts his hips subtly, fighting to keep from rocking them against the alpha’s body. “Do you want me to suck you off, alpha? Swallow you down and let you fuck my mouth?” Jay’s cock twitches in Jason’s hand, drooling pre. “Or maybe—” He pumps his fist again, swiping his thumb over the head. “Maybe, you want my cunt instead, huh? Want me to ride you, fuck you just how I like? Or—maybe you wanna fuck me instead? Pin me down, take what you need?”
Jay’s eyes grow wider with each suggestion Jason makes. His fingers flex on Jason’s hips; teeth digging into his lower lip.
Poor alpha. Jason’s gone and overwhelmed him. He pulls Jay’s lip from his teeth with a thumb, and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“It’s okay, alpha,” he murmurs against his cheek. “Whatever you don’t pick, we can do later. This— This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”
Jay wraps his arms around Jason’s waist. “What if—” He doesn’t finish the question—but he doesn’t have to. Jason knows what he was going to ask: What if he has to leave tomorrow?
“We have the rest of the night,” he says. Or morning, technically; if Jason’s internal clock is right, and it usually is, the sun will be rising relatively soon. It will still be night for them , though, and that’s all that matters. “I can wait ‘til you’re ready to go again.” He doubts it will take long.
Jay shivers. “I want— I want to fuck you. Please.”
Fuck. Jason didn’t think sweet, polite alphas were his type, but he’s starting to reconsider. He could get used to this. “You’ve got condoms?” Probably something he should have asked earlier, but—oh, well.
The question makes Jay flush again, and he flicks his eyes towards the bedside table. Jason opens it. The box of condoms is easy enough to spot. He snags one, verifies the date on instinct (having a brief flash of confusion before he remembers, oh, yeah this world is six years behind his), and then settles back onto Jay’s lap. He tears the package open with his teeth before rolling onto the alpha’s cock.
He grins at Jay—wide-eyed with anticipation, lip caught in his teeth again. He wraps his fist around the base of the alpha’s cock again, rising up onto his knees and bracing his other hand flat on Jay’s chest.
Jay sucks in a sharp breath.
Jason doesn’t take him inside. Not yet. Instead, he keeps a steady grip on Jay’s cock while slowly rubbing his folds over it, coating it in his slick. Jay’s grip on his hips turns bruising; a litany of soft, high moans escaping his parted lips.
“Please,” he begs. “Please, please, please—”
“Patience, pup,” Jason scolds. “I promise, you’ll get what you need.” The words are as much for himself as they are for Jay. Every ounce of his self-control is devoted to holding back from impaling himself on Jay’s cock. Honestly… if the alpha’s presence were to run out, if he were to roll them over and simply take … Jason doesn’t think he’d protest.
Jay doesn’t, though. Instead he just whimpers, hands flexing on Jason’s hips.
God, he’s so— “Good, you’re so good for me,” Jason tells him, feeling more than hearing the low, throaty noise Jay makes. “You’re doing so well , alpha. Can you keep bein’ good for me, for just a little bit longer?”
Jay’s grip tightens. “Y-yes,” he says.
“Good pup. Stay still for me.”
Jay nods. “Y-yes, sir.”
Jason grins. He steadies himself, rising up on his knees again. Then, thighs quivering, he slowly lowers himself onto Jay’s cock. They moan in unison when the head of him breaches the muscles of Jason’s core, the low groans almost identical. Jason pants, open mouthed, sinking further; taking Jay in inch by torturous inch until—finally—he’s seated, their pelvises flush.
“Feels so good,” he says, breathless. The stretch of him is exquisite. He rocks his hips experimentally. Sparks shoot up his spine—he moans, low in his throat.
Beneath him, the alpha jerks; his groan strangled.
Oops.
Jason stills. He smooths his hands up Jay’s chest, indulging a moment in the feeling of all that firm muscle and thick hair and supple flesh beneath him. “Good job, darlin’,” he breathes. “You’ve been so sweet, so patient … Such a good alpha for me.” Jay shudders under him, eyes fluttering; a little whimper in his throat. He rocks his hips again—both of them groaning at the feeling. “Take what you need, alpha. Please.”
It takes a second for Jay to react—then, his eyes flash, hands flexing on Jason’s hips before gripping tight, flipping them with a noise that sinks straight into Jason’s hindbrain. He keens , baring his throat on instinct. It’s the kind of move that would usually have him panicking. Jay doesn’t give him the time. He skips right past Jason’s exposed gland; his teeth sinking into Jason’s shoulder instead. Jason gasps, clenching tight on Jay’s cock; the sweet pleasure-pain lighting up his nerves.
The alpha growls; dark and possessive and hungry . His hips snap forward. Sparks shoot up Jason’s spine. He whines, high and needy; raking his nails down Jay’s back, canting his hips as best he can. Wanting more, more, more .
Jay gives it to him. He fucks Jason hard and deep; each thrust wrenching another cry from Jason’s throat.
He thinks he might be babbling, too. It’s hard to hear over the rush of blood in his ears. To focus on anything except the mounting pleasure in his core.
Jay’s knot brushes his entrance.
“ Please ,” he whines. His cunt clenches greedily.
The alpha growls again, nipping Jason’s ear as his hand curves around his thigh, pushing his leg up toward his chest. The knot rubs at his entrance again, almost teasing before Jay pushes forward, working his knot into Jason with excruciating slowness. The muscles flutter as they strain to let him in.It’s the sweetest kind of pain. He pants, chest heaving. Milk dribbles from his nipples, rolling down his skin. His toes curl in the sheets; his hips raise to meet Jay’s thrusts.
Then—
Jay’s knot catches. Jason tosses his head back in a soundless scream; bliss rolling over him in waves. His cunt spasms. Jay snarls .. His hips rock, his cock moving in short, shallow thrusts, fucking Jason through it.
It prolongs the orgasm, pushing him higher and higher, until he feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s gone so high the air is too thin for his lungs. He comes back down, eventually; the need has ebbed but the pleasure still flows.
Jay hasn’t hit his peak yet, but he can tell the alpha is getting close. It’s the way he growls with every thrust, the way his rhythm grows more and more erratic, the way his eyes have fallen shut, expression almost pained.
He presses his nose against Jay’s cheek; lips brushing soft skin. “C’mon, alpha,” he murmurs, in something that’s not-quite-omega suggestion, but sits somewhere on the fringe of it. “Come for me? Wanna—wanna feel you.”
Jay comes with a wounded sound. His hips twitch; every drag of his knot sending sparks up Jason’s spine and making his breath hitch. He cups the back of Jay’s head, tangling his fingers in the curls, turning his face to nuzzle his temple.
“Good pup,” he whispers. “So good for me, m’so proud of you.”
Jay shudders, exhaling a whimper, burying his face in Jason’s neck.
Jason feels—full. Not just where Jay’s cock is still caught inside him, but somewhere deep in his chest. A purr builds in what he would swear is the same place, growing louder with every bit of weight Jay lets fall on him, until finally, the alpha is draped over him, utterly relaxed. A low rumble buzzes between them; inaudible under the strength of Jason’s purr.
It’s perfect.
He doesn’t know how long they stay there, basking in the afterglow. The sun starts peeking through the blackout curtains; the sound of morning traffic filtering in. Jay shifts in his arms. His fingers brush over the bite mark on Jason’s shoulder.
“I— Sorry. I didn’t mean to bite so hard,” he whispers.
Jason shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Don’t apologize. I liked it.” He adores when his lovers leave marks on him—even when it’s casual, when he knows he’ll never see them again. Its tangible proof he was desired , proof he can press on later, hand between his thighs.
He should have left more on Jay. The handprints on his hips, the scratches on his back— It’s a start, but it’s not enough .
He thinks he’ll have his chance, though. Provided neither of them freak out when the fog of lust and need has faded from their veins.
“Oh.” He can’t see Jay’s face; but he can feel the heat there. Cute . “O-okay.”
Jason presses his smile into Jay’s curls. “Feeling okay?”
Jay nods, eager. “Yes. I feel— Good. Really good. Do— was it—”
He squeezes him. “I feel good too,” he assures him, sweeping his palm up his back. They’d both be sticky, soon. He can already feel the sweat drying. Hopefully Jay’s knot went down before it got too uncomfortable.
“Good,” Jay murmurs. His fingers trail away from the bite to trace patterns on Jason’s chest. He’s careful to keep his touch light, gentle. Jason appreciates it.
They lapse back into silence. It doesn’t feel awkward—just, peaceful. It’s nice.
When Jay’s knot deflates, Jason feels a strange mix of bereft and relieved. He hates the feeling of emptiness, after—but also, there’s cum and milk starting to crust on his skin, and he wants to get it off, please.
Jay grumbles; nipping Jason’s throat before rolling off of him to discard his condom. Jason forces himself up, first steps wobbly. He wishes the apartment had an ensuite. Or that there had been wipes in that drawer, with the condoms.
Jay follows him after a moment. The bathroom is almost too small for them both, but they make it work. When they’re both clean, and Jason has used the bathroom, Jay makes him sit on the closed toilet so he disinfects the bite on his shoulder. He’s almost painfully gentle; the tenderness in him making a lump rise in Jason’s throat.
When he finishes, his hands linger.
Jason catches them in his and brings them to his mouth, watching the alpha flush scarlet. “Come back to the nest with me?”
They should probably drink something—eat, too… especially if they want to be ready to go again. But… all Jason wants to do is curl up with him for a while.
Jay’s throat bobs. “We should get some water,” he whispers. “B-but. Yeah. I will.”
Jason squeezes his hands, and then lets one of them go. The other he tangles with his. “Water first,” he agrees, with only a small sigh. He supposes, since they’ll already be there, he’ll grab something small for them to eat, too.
Jay smiles at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks—better than he has the entire time Jason has been here. It… Jason can’t help the swell of pride in his chest… or the way he wants to kiss him.
He gives into the urge; brushing his lips against the corner of Jay’s eye. Then he uses the grip he has on the alpha’s hand to tug him out of the bathroom, down the hall. He thinks he wouldn’t mind staying a while. Not forever—he has a life, and one he’ll miss. But…
He wouldn’t say no to a few days more.