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“...and I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens next.”
He can’t tell if Phatsa really understands him or not, but the omega nods and goes back to grinding on him. He drops down to scent his neck again, panting as his body moves frantically, chasing after a high he doesn’t know how to reach. Nakun flips them over, leaning down to return the scenting.
He sits back to look at his flushed, heat-dazed omega for a moment. He needs to take care of him, to give him relief. Nakan sheds his own shirt. Phatsa whimpers under him. He lays on his mate’s chest, finally skin to skin, and Phatsa grabs him back just as tightly.
After a moment, Nakun moves down his body, breathing in as much of his scent as he can while rubbing his own scent into Phatsa’s skin. He nuzzles and licks at the soft part of Phatsa’s stomach. His instincts croon at him about how beautiful his omega will look rounded out with his child, with his seed growing in his belly, visibly taken, his, for anyone to see. Nakun grits his teeth and moves on.
Phatsa’s fresh rain scent is darker and richer between his legs. He’s leaked so much slick that it’s soaked his shorts and run down his thighs. Nakun eagerly licks it off his soft skin. The taste of him is enough to make Nakun moan loudly. He forces himself back, undoing his belt and shedding his pants.
Phatsa fumbles with the button on his shorts for a moment before giving up and shoving ineffectually at his waistband, whining. His eyes are completely glazed over with heat fever. Nakun is barely holding on to his own senses between the heady scent coming from the omega and his own instincts running rampant. He grabs the hem of Phatsa’s shorts and wrenches them down and off of his body. The wet boxers underneath are torn in half before he even realizes.
Nakun grabs his omega and lifts him to the middle of the bed, shoving his way between his legs. Phatsa grabs at him wildly, not knowing what his body needs. Nakun takes in his mate’s hard cock, flushed dark red with need against the pale skin of his belly, then the wet, swollen hole underneath. If it weren’t for the needs of heat, Nakun would set his mouth to it until Phatsa was writhing under his tongue, but that would have to wait. He instead shoves two fingers into his omega’s waiting body. Phatsa goes rigid, clamping down tight on his fingers for a moment before relaxing in relief. His hips twitch as he whimpers. Nakun fucks him on his hand under his can easily slide four fingers into him. Phatsa comes twice on his fingers alone, face twisted in beautiful release that makes Nakun want to sink his teeth in him all over again, but his cock stays hard and needy.
Nakun strokes at his thighs soothingly when the omega protests at his fingers being pulled out. He leans up and kisses him, licking into his mouth to taste him. Phatsa sucks hard at his tongue, one hand tangling deep into his hair.
Nakun lines his cock up and pushes into him in one steady thrust. Phatsa’s ecstatic scream is caught in his mouth, against his own deep groan. The feeling of his omega hot, tight, and wet around his cock is overwhelming and Nakun loses himself to his alpha instincts.
He grabs his omega tight and pounds into him. Phatsa moans in his ear. He hitches his legs up around Nakun’s waist, pulling him close. Nakun grabs his waist and pulls his back up into an arch, and the omega shudders through another climax.
Nakun rolls them over without pulling free of the omega’s body. Phatsa sits perched on his cock in mirror of how he’d been frantically grinding on him earlier, blinking slowly.
“Take what you need, Phatsa.” Nakun says.
The omega takes a beat to register the new position. The Phatsa starts to move, fucking himself on his alpha’s cock. Nakun lets out a deep rumble of approval in his chest at the sight, his mate chasing his own pleasure, his cock leaving sticky trails on his stomach as he moves. Phatsa’s knee slips and he lets out a frustrated cry. Nakun grabs his hips to keep him still, then thrusts up into him. Phatsa’s head falls back and he moans as Nakun pulls him down onto his thick length over and over again.
Phatsa comes again, spurting weakly over Nakun’s stomach. The alpha groans in pleasure both from the omega pulsing tight around his cock and the scent of his mate seeping across his skin.
Phatsa’s legs start to tremble and he falters. Nakun pulls him down into his arms, holding him to his chest and fucking up frantically into him, while Phatsa sucks marks into his throat like he’s trying to drink Nakun’s scent from the source.
With a grunt, Nakun pulls Phatsa off his length. The omega lets out a despairing sound that tapers into a loud moan when the alpha puts him on his stomach and drives back into him from behind. Nakun can feel himself getting close. The haze of heat-fever consumes them both as he pounds his mate into the bed. He manages to slide a hand down to wrap around Phatsa’s cock, still wet from his own releases. The omega comes with a shudder, hole clutching at his cock.
Nakun has just enough sense left to pull back before his knot could lock them together. He bites at a pillow to avoid sinking his teeth back into the still tender mating mark on Phatsa’s throat. The fabric tears under his teeth as he comes hard into his mate. The half swollen ridge of his knot presses against Phatsa’s hole, twitching as if furious at being denied it’s rightful place deep in his omega. The alpha in his hind-brain howls in discontent that he’s not locked together with his mate, that his seed will not take properly, that the omega will not be owned-
Phatsa goes lax under him, body relaxing for the first time that day. The dense heat-fever cloud of pheromones starts to dissipate as the omega’s body cools. Nakun shakes his head as his senses start to return. He slowly pulls free of his mate’s body, closing his eyes at the sight of his softening cock stretching Phatsa’s hole, his seed already leaking out. His instincts demand that he fuck back into his omega, to keep him full and satisfied, and- He forces himself away from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom for a couple damp handtowels. He wipes himself down, then takes another couple clothes to clean Phatsa.
When Nakun gets back to the bed he stops, then sighs. The towels won’t be enough. He calls down to the butler’s office.
“Send someone up with fresh bedding, a beta, and tell them to be fast.”
He hangs up, then carefully picks Phatsa up from the bed. Phatsa doesn’t react except to sigh sleepily and curl into Nakun’s neck. The alpha manages to wrangle them both into the shower to clean them off. When they emerge, the bed has been reset with clean bedding. It’s unsettling to get into the bed that no longer smells like them, but exhaustion finally sets in and Nakun slides them under the blanket and falls asleep with Phatsa curled up in his arms.
He hopes that the morning will bring more clarity for both of them.