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Sangnuea fights him in his feverish haze, lashing out randomly as Naphitch hauls him through the apartment. The alpha grits his teeth as they make it to the bedroom. He dumps the furious omega onto the bed. Sangnuea immediately scrambles to get off the bed, but Naphitch grabs his ankles and yanks him back. The omega hisses at him, baring his teeth.
Naphitch puts nearly his whole body weight on top of him to stop him from trying to escape again. He reaches one hand back to awkwardly fumble in the bedside table. At the time, he'd been mortified when Nakhun had gifted him the soft, but strong set of smooth ropes, but now he understands.
He gets Sangnuea on his belly, and earns himself a few scratches before managing to pin his wrists over his head. He ties a simple hold to pin his wrists, then moves to his ankles to tie them as well. Naphitch narrowly dodges a heel to the jaw and has enough.
"Stop." He says firmly, letting the alpha timbre of his voice seep through, along with a healthy does of pheromones.
Sangnuea fights him for a moment, then goes limp on the mattress with a whimper. When Naphitch rolls him over, his eyes are glazed, mouth parted gently as he breathes slowly. His heat pheromones nearly shimmer in the air with how strong they've become. Naphitch's head swims from it.
"I know you hate having to reply on me during your heats." He says with a sigh, running a hand down the omega's side. "But you're going to get sick if we don't, and you know it."
He glances around the room for inspiration, then sees the sturdy hook in the ceiling, left over from when he'd had a hanging chair when they were popular. An idea pops into his head.
Grabbing another length of rope, he ties a loop, then steps over and tosses it up onto the hook. He yanks it a few times to make sure it holds. Then he scoops the limp omega off the bed and carries him over. When he lets him go, Sangnuea slumps onto his knees, leaning on Naphitch's legs. He feeds the rope attached to the ceiling around the ropes holding the omega's wrists, carefully wrapping it to not pinch at Sangnuea's skin or the joint.
Then he pulls. Sangnuea's arms are slowly pulled up over his head, then his body is drawn up as well. Naphitch helps support him upright, until the omega is dangling in front of him, the balls of his feet just brushing the carpet. Sangnuea blinks slowly at him.
Naphitch lets his pheromones out again, overwhelming his mate's senses. Sangnuea whimpers, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded. Naphitch ties off the hold, then uses both hands to grab Sangnuea's jaw and kiss him. Sinks his tongue into the plush sweetness of his mouth, licking the sweet rosewater taste of him out of his mouth. Takes his fill and then continues, consuming every part of him that the omega normally never lets him have. By the time he pulls back, breathing heavily, Sangnuea has spit on his chin and his lips are swollen and peach-bruised.
Naphitch can smell the slick that he's leaking, thick and heady like rose syrup with a slight edge of sharp citrus. It makes something hot and liquid burn in his chest.
He yanks off his clothing and tosses it aside, then sets to pulling Sangnuea's from off his legs. His omega shouldn't bother with pants and underwear anyway, his alpha instincts snarl, he should be naked and available to him all the time, should be ready to take his cock whenever he pleases, should want to be stuffed full with his dick, his knot, his seed until he's leaking and unable to think of anything else-
Naphitch gives himself a shake. He unties Sangnuea's ankles to pull his clothing off, his mate's legs dangling loosely. The insides of his thighs shine with slick, some of it clinging when he'd pulled the damp fabric away from between his legs. It makes Naphitch's mouth water.
He shifts higher on his knees and lifts one of Sangnuea's legs over his shoulder. Licks at the soft skin of his pale thigh, groaning as the taste of him bursts over his tongue. Grips his ass and pulls him closer, swaying in the airy cage he's been trapped in. Set his mouth between his legs, hungrily lapping up every trace of slick he can find, biting and sucking at the skin underneath. Sangnuea squirms and lets out pleasingly soft, high sounds as he works his way to his core. Naphitch licks teasingly over his wet hole once, before changing tracks and leaning up to suck his cock into his mouth. Sangnuea lets out a cry and comes nearly instantly on his tongue, body jerking in Naphitch's hands as he tries to get away. Naphitch holds him in firm and sucks at his sensitive cock, the perfect size to sit easily in his mouth, until he wrings another orgasm from him. Sangnuea lets out a choked sob as he does, thigh twitching on his shoulder.
Naphitch finally pulls back, then ducks down to lick up the fresh slick that's leaked from his hole. Presses until his nose is pressed flat to his skin and he can sink his tongue in to taste it from the source. Sangnuea twitches and writhes over him until he sends out a pulse of pheromones that make him go limp again with a quiet whimper. Naphitch kisses and mouths and licks at his hole for as long as he pleases, sliding a couple finger in alongside his tongue. Sangnuea's body pulses around him, hot and wet and his.
When he feels sated, he finally stands with a grunt. Sangnuea's dazed face is streaked with overwhelmed tears, eyes unfocused as he takes shuddering breaths. Naphitch kisses him softly. Then he undoes the hold of the rope, lowering the omega until he falls into his arms. He carries him over to the bed and sets him down. Admires how he looks, already so fucked out on his bed, then turns him onto his stomach and presses his legs wide. Sangnuea doesn't resist. Naphitch smirks.
Then he climbs onto the bed behind him, slots himself between the thighs marked up by his mouth, and slams his cock into his mate in one steady thrust. Sangnuea moans, the sound jittery as Naphitch sets a fast pace that jolts him up and down the bed. Naphitch swears, falling to his elbows, chest pressing along his omega's back as he slides his hands under him to grip his shoulders. Pins him under his body and fucks frantically into him, already feeling his knot swelling.
He sinks his teeth into the mating bite on Sangnuea's neck as it locks and he comes hard into his mate. His hips keep moving, as if he can get his knot any deeper into his omega's hole. Distantly, he's aware of Sangnuea seizing around his knot as he comes over and over as he presses into him.
Naphitch has just barely enough presence of of mind to reach up and yank the ropes free from around Sangnuea's wrists before collapses down on top of him, then rolls them on their sides, clumsily tossing a blanket over them before the exhaustion takes them both under, still bound together.