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If Grace had a penny for every time that he picked up a stray from the alley behind their building, he would have two pennies. Which isn’t a lot but it’s still weird that it happened twice to him. Well, he’s not sure if Driver counts as a stray but it’s the metaphor that matters.
He finds the poor young man on his way back from getting groceries after work. His heart had almost left his body when he heard a small hiss of pain come from the dark. And it had definitely stopped for a moment when he saw Driver slumped on the ground against the brick wall, his usually pristine jacket splotchy with blood.
From then on it had been a hassle to carry the young alpha up to their apartment. Driver was a lot heavier than he looked. For a moment he had contemplated if he could somehow transport him on his bicycle for the few meters left to their apartment building. But somehow, with a lot of cursing on his part and silence from Driver, he has managed to get him into his apartment.
Rocky is running nervous circles around them, sometimes stopping to whine at Driver, as Grace carefully helps the alpha sit on his couch. The past few weeks the little dog has warmed up a lot more to his neighbour and seemingly accepted him into his territory. Grace could tell from the small quirk of his lips that Driver had been rather happy about that turn. It was cute.
At the moment he’s too distracted by trying not to panic to appreciate the new bond between his dog and his friend? Crush? Neighbour? He frantically checks the other man for wounds that might explain all the blood, all the while trying not to touch him in case he might hurt him. Finally, Driver cracks his eyes open with a muffled groan.
“Driver? Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” He quickly asks the other. Gosh, it must be bad if the normally so focused alpha is so out of it.
He begins to carefully unzip the white jacket to check for wounds when a hand suddenly stops him midway through. He flinches at the contact. Even through the leather of his gloves, he can feel the heat radiating from Driver’s skin into his. He realizes with a start that this is the first time the alpha has ever touched him, holding his hand in a surprisingly gentle grip.
He looks up from their hands to see the alpha watching him with hooded eyes.
“I’m okay,” he whispers, “It’s not mine.”
It takes Grace a second to realize that Driver is referring to the blood on his jacket. He sighs in relief but then frowns in worry. “Wait, wait, wait- what happened? And whose blood is this then?”
The alpha sits up straighter on the couch, his movement stiff, and opens his jacket the rest of the way. Grace watches him with concern, noting the sweat covering his skin. Is he running a fever? Is he hurt after all?
“They tried to jump me, but I took care of it,” is the simple and short reply he’s given.
That’s okay, Grace is used to filling the gaps Driver often leaves in his stories himself by now. The alpha probably almost got robbed and managed to fend his assailants off before fleeing, which isn’t that surprising considering the number of dark alleyways around here. That doesn’t explain his laboured breathing and the sheen of sweat though. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that Driver’s running a high fever. Poor guy, he’s probably still panicked from the altercation and needs to calm down.
That’s still a worrying amount of blood on his jacket though, but he saves that thought for later.
Unexpectedly the alpha suddenly slumps forward, burying his head in Grace’s neck. Grace barely manages to catch him, overwhelmed by the sudden amount of skin contact. Just a few moments ago Driver touched him for the very first time with gloved hands and now the omega is barely holding him up by his arms while the alpha has his face in his neck. His skin is hot to the touch, furthering Grace’s assumption of a fever.
Before he can ask though, Driver shifts his face and Grace goes still in shock when the alpha’s mouth brushes his scent gland. His pheromones spike at the close proximity of an alpha and they both gasp at his spreading scent of sea salt and wool.
“Grace,” Driver practically moans into his neck, nuzzling closer with his nose to the source.
Something definitely wasn’t right here.
“D-Driver?” He asks worriedly, trying to push the other upright so he can check him over. The alpha only clings harder onto him though, hands curling around his waist, which okay, oh wow.
The alpha mumbles something into the skin of his neck and Grace has a hard time trying to hear him while also trying to supress a shiver at the feeling of lips brushing across his scent gland.
“Y-…need…-leave…,” is all he manages to make out.
“You need to leave?” At the question the alpha reluctantly nods his head, though he keeps clinging onto him. “Okay, let me help you up, buddy.”
The poor man probably wants to rest in his own den, which Grace can understand completely. He tries to stand up, which is much harder when a fully grown alpha is clinging onto him with all his might.
He gets them maybe two steps away from the couch before the alpha suddenly starts mouthing at his neck and Grace stumbles in shock. Somehow, he ends up with his back pressed against the wall, Driver crowding him in. His face is still buried in his neck, but now he's also biting and sucking at the omega’s skin with abandon. Grace gasps when the alpha licks along his throat. The arms encircling his waist are akin to a vice when hands begin to play with the hem of his shirt, gradually sliding beneath to rub circles along his hipbones with his thumbs.
“Driver?” He calls out to the other, stifling a whimper when the alpha presses even closer at the sound of his voice. His only response is a rumble and his name muffled into the skin of his throat.
Only then does he notice the spike in the alpha’s scent, a tinge of bloody iron mingling with his usual leather and cotton scent. It’s almost permeating his whole apartment with its strength.
The alpha is in rut. Driver’s in rut.
As if reading his thoughts, the other man moans his name and nips at his jaw. The alpha’s hips start to undulate against his, and Grace realizes with shock that he’s being humped. Heat shoots down his body at this realization.
“Grace, need to- leave…” Driver whispers softly into his ear in contradiction to his actions as his hands grip him tighter.
“O-okay, but you kind of have to let me go for that.” He probably shouldn’t have said that as the only response he gets is a deep growl.
Subsequently, Driver's hands gradually descend along the line of his hips, eventually grasping him firmly beneath his buttocks. With a gasp, Grace feels himself being lifted slightly before the alpha steps between his legs and presses himself even closer than before. In this position, he can clearly feel the outline of the other’s hard cock pressing against his clothed crotch through his jeans.
The alpha slowly starts thrusting against him again, setting a steadier rhythm. Grace can only cling to him, small whimpers escaping his mouth with each punishing thrust against where he is starting to throb with need.
“Driver!” Grace mewls, helplessly clutching the other’s neck as he continues his ministrations. Driver's hands firmly knead him where they're still placed beneath his buttocks, squeezing and pulling him into each thrust of his hips. He rolls his hips up, pressing his hard-on against Grace’s heat. The older whimpers at the feeling of the rough material covering the alpha’s member rubbing up against him.
Grace throws his head back against the wall as his cunt clenches around nothing and a sugary note enters his scent. A tongue licks softly at his lips, almost like it’s asking for permission, and Grace parts his lips to welcome the intrusion.
Driver kisses him like a man starved, his tongue exploring the cavern of his mouth in the dirtiest kiss Grace has ever had in his life. His moans are muffled by the other’s lips, yet his reaction seems to spur the alpha on as his grip grows tighter.
As they part, a string of saliva connects their mouths. The kiss has left him hazy in a cloud of arousal, which the younger man also seems to feel, judging by his dilated pupils.
However, movement in the corner of his eye snaps him out of his haze when he notices that Rocky is watching them curiously with his head cocked to the side. Nothing ruins the moment more than having your dog watch you dry hump like a horny teenager.
“Rocky, bed!” He quickly commands, pointing his head towards the dog bed in the corner of the living room. Rocky huffs at him but obeys as he trots to his little bed.
Driver snaps his head up at the command, eyes sharpening for a second before they go hazy again with lust. He’s barely able to make out a small “Yes, Grace” before he’s suddenly lifted higher. With a yelp he quickly wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist and clings to his neck as he’s being carried away. He doesn’t have long to wonder where the other is taking him before he’s softly laid down on his bed. Oh boy, did Driver think that command was for him?
Everything is moving too quickly for him, and the cloud of pheromones and arousal around them certainly didn’t help. He should stop the young alpha before he does something he will regret.
Stopping seems to be the last thing on the alpha’s mind though as he starts desperately pawing at Grace’s jeans. He quickly opens his buttons with surprisingly precise hands and Grace squeaks as his jeans are pulled off.
Gaze dark and pupils blown, Driver traces his gloved hands along his thighs before taking him by the knees and parting his legs. He keeps eye contact as he slowly leans down, face dangerously close to Grace’s most private part. A moan leaves his lips at the feel of hot breath fanning the fabric covering his wet folds. He watches with wide eyes and laboured breath as the alpha begins to mouth along his underwear, pushing his legs further apart with his shoulders.
“Grace,” the alpha moans his name into the fabric, nosing along his pelvic bone. His eyes shutter closed in bliss when he reaches his core, where he is hot and pulsing and wanting. Grace whimpers when the other immediately presses his face closer, inhaling his scent deeply directly from the source.
“Grace, please, can I?” Driver asks him softly, in stark contrast to how he keeps mouthing at his underwear inbetween words, sometimes taking the fabric between his teeth or flicking his tongue out like he wants to reach his skin through it. “Please, I’ll be good to you.”
Gosh, he has never heard the alpha talk that much before. By now his bedroom is drenched in his pheromones, Driver’s sharp metallic rut scent covering his sweet one almost completely. Their intermingled scent is making his head all woozy and warm.
He barely manages to nod, face red and flushed, before the alpha is already forcing his legs even farther apart and splaying them wide open, laying him bare for his dark eyes. Grace can’t help the small yelp of surprise at the sudden show of strength. The alpha dives in with clear enthusiasm and licks broad strokes over his covered folds, soaking the fabric of his underwear in both his slick and saliva.
Grace hiccups at the sudden sensation and tries to cover his mouth. But before he can move his arm, a hand snatches his wrist, leather gloves creaking in the controlled grip. He looks down himself to see Driver watching him hungrily through hooded eyes, devouring every little detail to brand it into his memory forever.
Driver keeps eye contact as he moves up to kiss his clit before sucking at it through the fabric. Grace throws his head back and whimpers as the alpha keeps switching between sucking and flicking his sensitive clit with his tongue. Gosh, he wishes he could cover his mouth with his hand to stifle the embarrassing sounds he’s making, but the alpha clearly wants to hear him.
Keening at fingers slowly stroking along his covered cunt, he barely notices when Driver moves off his clit and further up to take the fabric between his teeth. One second, he feels his underwear pull tighter; the next, a loud tearing noise suddenly fills the room. His eyes fly open in shock to see that the alpha has ripped his underwear clean off with his teeth.
“Sorry,” said alpha mumbles as he nuzzles Grace’s thigh almost apologetically, discarding the scraps of fabric to the side.
Grace can’t help the small huff of incredulous amusement. What an intense yet sweet alpha.
His amusement doesn’t last long though as Driver quickly moves back in with enthusiasm. The alpha’s index and middle finger rub along his folds, stroking the soft skin and gathering the slick, coating his fingers and Grace’s sex with it. The omega’s stomach clenches at the motion as the other laps up all the remaining slick around his entrance.
The last time someone went down on him was years ago and Linda had certainly not been as enthusiastic about it as the puppy alpha between his legs right now. Shoot, he hopes he wasn’t corrupting the poor man.
Driver’s index and middle finger move to part his folds and suddenly his tongue is plunging into him, licking and sucking like Grace is his last meal on earth. All Grace can do at that is throw his head back and keen in pleasure, fisting the sheet beneath him tightly with his free hand as Driver squeezes his other in the tight hold he still has on him. This seems to spur the other on even more, as he thrusts his tongue in as far as possible.
A tingle runs down him legs and back up his spine and from between his lashes Grace can see his knees shaking. All the while the alpha continues to go at it like a starving man, occasionally humming to express his happiness. After a short time, the pleasure becomes almost too much and Grace’s abdomen clenches as heat builds up in him. The alpha stops shortly to pull off his leather gloves with his teeth before returning to his task. It takes only two fingers being thrust in along with his tongue for the heat to reach its sudden peak.
With a gasp Grace starts to writhe and trash against the alpha’s hold on him as his legs spasm. He keens loudly as he comes and slick gushes out of him, his toes curling and his vision swimming from the overwhelming amount of white-hot pleasure.
His entire body trembles with aftershocks and he thinks he might have passed out for a second, but when he regains his senses it’s to the sound of the alpha greedily lapping up every drop of slick that he can. When he looks down, it’s to the sight of Driver licking his lips, the lower half of his face completely drenched by his slick. Grace feels arousal pool in hit gut once again.
His cheeks and upper body are probably flushed a bright red as Driver moves up to pull off Grace’s rumpled shirt with little help from him, limbs still trembling and weak. Then the alpha takes him by the chin so he can press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, tongue immediately delving into his mouth and leaving behind the taste of his own slick.
When he pulls back, a string of saliva connecting their lips, his eyes are hooded, holding an even stronger intensity than usual. "Was it good?"
Grace’s glasses sit crooked on his nose and he struggles to adjust them with shaking fingers before he nods. “Y-yeah,” he clears his dry throat, “It was good.”
Driver’s scent suddenly blooms even stronger than before at the words and Grace can feel himself slick up again. A shudder runs down his spine as he feels some of his slick slip down his crack, surely staining the sheets. The alpha also notices as his nostrils flare.
“Grace,” Driver whispers, eyes never leaving his. “Can I, please?”
He doesn't need to specify what he means, Grace can tell from the sharp scent of rut and the way his hands are twitching on his knees. How could he ever deny the young alpha when he's asking so sweetly? He only hopes Driver won’t regret any of this once he regains his senses.
“Take what you need.”
The words have barely left his mouth before the alpha is already pulling his own shirt off with vigour. Grace swallows dryly at the sight of toned lean muscles and skin glistening with sweat. The alpha seems to lose his patience with his pants, simply shoving them down past his hips along with his underwear.
His cock springs free, red and almost angry looking as it slaps lightly against Grace’s wet folds. The sound is obscene in the silence of the room, only interrupted by the alpha’s heavy breathing. Driver’s normally gentle image is missing as he stares down at him hungrily, his chest heaving and his face flushed. He then lifts the omega’s legs over his shoulder, kissing one of his ankles before he leans down.
Grace is glad he bikes regularly, otherwise he probably would have pulled something from how far the alpha is bending him in half. The musk of sex hangs thick in the air and he can almost taste it on his tongue as he draws in deep shuddering breaths while the big mushroom head of Driver’s cock slips along his folds. It has been a long time since he has been this intimate with someone.
He bites his lips when Driver positions himself. The head of his cock presses against his entrance, a bit of resistance meeting him as he pushes in. Grace gasps as the alpha’s cock finally breaches him in one slick slide, his eyes flying wide open and hands scrambling at wide shoulders.
Above him Driver groans, dark eyes never leaving the omega’s face. Grace whimpers as he feels the other’s cock twitch inside him. He feels hot all over and he can feel every vein pulsating inside him and rubbing against his twitching walls.
The alpha seems to be waiting for him to adjust, watching him with attentive eyes before he starts to slowly roll his hips. Although Driver’s movement is surprisingly gentle, it still hurts a bit when he thrusts in. The pain lessens though and is almost overshadowed by how hot Grace feels and by how deep the alpha fills him up.
The bed thumps softly against the wall of his bedroom as Driver sets a steady tempo. The gentle rhythm doesn’t last long though as the alpha’s patience seems to run out and his thrusts grow faster and more desperate. The younger's lips repeatedly utter his name, almost like a prayer in time with the snap of his hips.
A litany of ah, ah, ahs fall from Grace’s own lips as the strong thrusts move him up the mattress and he has to fist his sheets to ground himself. He clenches down around Driver experimentally and the response is immediate, as the alpha throws his head back with a small groan.
“Grace, Grace, do you feel good? Am I making you feel good?” The younger asks him breathlessly and Grace is barely able to nod his head, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and lips bitten red.
“It’s good- you’re doing good.” The words seem to have an immediate effect on the alpha when he shudders above him, mouth falling open in a silent whine.
Driver lifts him by the hips and Grace blinks in confusion at the stilling of his movement before the alpha is suddenly slamming back in with a sharp snap of his hips. Grace arches his back with a loud keen, eyes flying wide open at the new position that allows the younger to reach even deeper than before.
Driver mouths at his calves as he keeps drilling into him and pulling him back onto his cock in the same rhythm. Grace holds on for dear life as he is taken like never before. His eyes roll back as the alpha keeps him up in the arched position by his hips, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside on repeat that has Grace sobbing from the stimulation.
Driver’s head is hazy with pleasure, his inner predator snapping and growling. But more than anything, when he looks down at Grace, his heart feels full. The perfect omega. His omega.
Drool dribbles down Grace lips as his mouth stays open in a perpetual moan and the alpha leans down to lick the saliva away. It should be disgusting, but all it does is turn Grace on even more. As result more slick drips out of his cunt, even stretched around the alpha’s thick cock, dripping onto his thigh and filling the room with his sweet scent. A growl emerges from Driver’s throat in response when the scent reaches his nose and he snaps his hips forward viciously.
Grace’s eyes grow hazy as he lets the alpha ravish him. The room is filled with the dirty sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the loud creaking of his bed as they move in tandem. He hears the alpha chant his name Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace as he pistons his hips. The possessive grip will probably leave finger shaped bruises on his hips later.
Something starts to coil and tighten in his core with every vicious thrust against the mouth of his womb. Grace whines and gasps, hand blindly reaching before he finds Driver’s. The alpha clutches his hand back almost like a lifeline as his tempo grows even faster, if that is even possible. The heat continues to build and build as it coils tightly before it finally snaps in a crescendo of white-hot pleasure. Grace comes again with a loud mewl, slick gushing against Driver’s skin and body trembling with the force of it.
“Alpha!” Grace keens as the alpha keeps slamming his cock into him continuously through his orgasm, almost bordering on overstimulation.
Driver growls, his eyes squeezed shut as the omega clenches around him like a vice. “Grace, my omega.”
Grace is left a trembling and whimpering mess, panting harshly. With a whine, Driver falls down on top of him, burying his face in Grace’s neck as he moulds their bodies together. He drills his cock into the omega at an erratic pace and Grace feels himself pounded into the mattress deeper and deeper with every snap of the alpha’s hips. His glasses are completely fogged up by now and probably sit askew on his face.
Sharp teeth nick and mouth at his scent gland, dangerously close to his mating gland. Instead of pulling back like he probably should, Grace only mewls and bares his throat to give the alpha better access. Grace’s sweet supplication and reluctant praise stir something deep inside of Driver and his inner predator snaps and bites its jaw at the prey before him.
The patience he utilized before seems to finally run out and it isn’t long before his hips snap forcefully forwards to drive his cock back deeply into the omega like an animal. He interlocks their hands above the omega's head and moves in to kiss him wetly. Grace whines weakly and wraps his legs around his waist. Driver pounds his hot and heavy cock as far and as deep as he can go inside the omega and snarls in impatience when he can’t drive himself in further, angry that his body can’t fuse with Grace’s any deeper. The head of his cock keeps kissing the entrance of Grace’s womb and he wishes so desperately that he could breach that last wall and bury himself in the omega forever.
The base of Driver’s cock starts to swell and Grace gasps at the growing pressure. With every thrust, the growing knot pulls and pushes at his entrance. It’s too much. His muscles clench tighter around the alpha as he drips wetter and wetter, heat curling in his abdomen once again.
The clench of the omega’s walls does Driver in as he snaps his hips with a snarl. His knot finally expands fully and if Grace had any coherent thought inside him left, he would have cursed himself for not using protection. In the moment he can only mewl at the sheer size of the alpha’s knot as it presses against his quivering and oversensitive walls. He comes again with a broken sob, kicking his feet against the bedding and Driver's back from the sheer overstimulation, pleasure bordering on pain. He didn’t think it was still possible for him to climax so many times at his current age.
The tight squeeze of his walls and the sweet scent of his satisfaction are enough to push Driver over the edge. He thrusts in as deeply as possible with his knot before cumming with a small groan, whispering Grace’s name. Hot liquid fills the omega, reaching and marking his most intimate parts as it gushes in thick hot streams as he whimpers weakly. They both tremble and twitch in aftershocks as waves of pleasure course through their limbs.
Driver nuzzles into his neck and Grace embraces him in his arms, his quivering walls still milking the young alpha’s knot. “You did so good, alpha.”
The other man shivers in his arms at the praise, and Grace takes note of his reaction. The poor shy man must be insecure about his performance, which he really shouldn’t be. Grace should praise him more in future- He quickly stops himself right there. Why is he thinking about a repeat performance? Driver will surely regret spending his rut with a washed up omega like him.
He tries not to think about the inevitable awkwardness that will ensue once the other has finished his rut, as they lie on his bed, still breathing heavily and tangled in each other's arms. Driver occasionally nibbles at his scent gland or presses small kisses onto his jawline, while Grace tries to calm his still trembling limbs. From time to time the alpha’s knot pulsates inside him and he has to bite back a whimper.
When he finally feels that the knot inside him has deflated enough for the alpha to pull out, he tries to sit up. Without warning however the alpha snaps his hips forward, driving his cock and knot back deeper inside the omega. Grace gasps at the sudden intrusion, his whole body spasming with overstimulation and cum frothing at his entrance.
“D-Driver?” He gasps out as the alpha starts rolling his hips again in a steady tempo.
When the alpha lifts his head from Grace’s neck, he can see Driver’s enlarged fangs and the way his pupils have swallowed the blue of his irises completely.
“Grace, more,” he groans, “More, please.”
The sharp iron scent of the alpha swirls around the small bedroom and Grace swallows. He forgot how intense ruts can get when you’re in your twenties.
Boy, is he in over his head. He should probably text Colt later and ask him to pick up Rocky.