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Whoever said heats are fun and easy, was quite frankly a liar.
Luckily, they’re a bit predictable. 84 day cycles. Pre-heat starts on day 80, by day 84 the omega is pliant and so thick with the sore need to be bred that they can hardly differentiate friend from foe. Mate from random passerby.
Fill me with you seed — is the only thought on their sex addled minds— Which is why everyone takes precautions. Heat aid medications, scent blockers, emergency containment cells on every street.
Felix’s husband is extra precautionary though, especially considering that the heat blockers and birth control medications have been locked away for the past four months just for this occasion.
The only thing is, it’s day 84 and Felix hasn’t even shown signs of preheat.
No nesting, no mindlessly humping against the pillows in his sleep, his cock isn’t jumping the gun so to speak at any suggestive comment either male contributes to a given conversation. To Luka’s distaste, Felix is stoic and without that pretty pink flush that he always has within the throws of heat. No cute round ears for him to bite, no tail to pull.
No, Felix simply sits and sips on his tea while thumbing through an adventure novel about a magical realm.
Day 84.
Nothing.
Felix looks calm as ever, if not a bit peckish when he wakes up that morning. He stands in the kitchen shaking a pan that sizzles audibly bacon. One of Luka’s shirts falling off his shoulder and brushing so low against his thighs you can’t even tell he’s wearing boxers. Pale, tousled hair. Sleepy milk-honeydew eyes.
Luka buttons his work pants and buries his nose against his lovers neck, “Good morning.”
There’s a spatula pointed at Luka in the next second, “If you touch the bacon before I’m finished I’ll have your head, you know?”
Luka smiles against his nape, wide enough that Felix can feel the bare tickle of canines against him. It makes him shudder— heat or not.
“I know.” He places a kiss there and turns back towards the laundry room where he knows that an arrangement of perfectly ironed shirts will be waiting for him, “How are you feeling?” — There’s a waiver to his voice.
One that makes Felix sigh, “I’m just late. Don’t worry about it, I can smell you so I know you’re worrying over it.”
Luka pops his head out of the laundry room, boyish and sweet expression as he holds his tie between his teeth and slides an arm in his shirt. Felix loves that look, it reminds him of just a few years ago when Luka still had pretty dyed teal hair and a face full of piercings 24/7. Save for the ears, he’s mostly taken them all out, teal dyed tips replaced with a brown so dark it might as well be black.
Luka’s eyes never change though, wearing every expression like a heavy winter coat. Regardless of if they glimmer their pretty teal or the molten gold of a hunter.
The tie pops from his between his teeth with a small trail of saliva attached to it. It stirs a bit of interest in his cock, enough to make it twitch beneath the giant t-shirt, but not enough to make Felix suspect anything— Luka’s just inherently attractive no matter what he’s doing.
“I’m going to be stressed about it, today is the day and …” Luka huffs, his nostrils flaring as he tries and fails to tie his tie for the third time. He undoes the knots quickly and restarts, “And you’re making breakfast while I’m getting ready for work, like… like nothing is happening!”
Felix removes the sizzling pan from the heat and snaps off the oven eye, “Darling.” He beckons, grabbing the tie around Luka’s neck and slowly working through the motions of a classic double Windsor.
Luka’s eyes are down on Felix who is very focused on his tie, “If I need you, I’ll call. As soon as the pre heat hits, I promise.” Felix’s articulate fingers tighten the last knot just a bit purposefully too tight on Luka’s neck so that the blonde can bring him down with a tug to eye level.
A tongue darts out to moisten against his pinkish lips, “And then you can breed me over and over till I’m full with our pups.” He places a kiss on the Alpha’s lips, so soft that Luka can’t help but let himself groan against his mate when the smaller begins to pull away, “Does that sound alright?”
Luka’s nostrils flare, hoping to catch even the tiniest hint of heat on his partner. When he doesn’t, Luka nods in defeat, “ Hatchlings, not pups… Maybe… that’s fine but.. ”
“But?” Felix laughs as he turns back to the pan and offers Luka a stray piece as he crunches down on his own.
“Would you mind terribly if—”
“You know I hate that.”
Luka bites his lip, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested it.”
Felix’s bare foot taps against the floor a few times, his eyebrows are quirked down and his jaw sinched as he chews at his crispy breakfast, “But.”
Luka’s eyes light up.
“Considering the circumstances. I’ll do it. But only today. After today you get out of your head and we go back to normal until my heat hits proper, understood, Mr. Couffaine?”
Luka nods, pushes back into Felix’s space and presses a greasy bacon flavored kiss against the Omega’s lips, “Of course, Mr. Couffaine.”
That’s how Felix finds himself here. Laying in their bed with his novel perched between his fingers and a large metal cuff on either wrist.
The cuffs are loose with chains that brush the floor— chains mean for a much larger beast, one that isn’t wet with need but with a knot and inability to think past the words breed and mate. A feral creature that can’t control itself.
Felix scoffs. They haven’t had to use them in years, he can reach his phone on the bedside table, as well as the TV remote and a curated tray of snacks if he gets hungry. There’s a large container somewhere on the floor should he need to relieve himself as well, but Felix made a point to use the restroom before Luka strapped him into place.
A thousand kisses and pleading blue eyes that beg him not to be angry.
Felix isn’t angry, he’s… mostly confused.
Something is off. He feels normal. His heats have never came off schedule either. So why now? Why… when they’ve worked so hard the past few months to get everything ready?
Felix doesn’t want to cry in front of his mate.
Because Felix can’t help the nagging feeling of incompetency.
He’s tired. So so so tired. His head hurts too as he twists down into the bed sheets and attempts to find a soft spot filled with Luka’s musk.
Sea salt, chocolate, saw dust.
Felix moans audibly against the pillow.
His head hurts, his body too, suddenly tender and aching low in his stomach. A nap would help, even if he’s only just woken up a few hours ago. His book lays just off to the side, and his head buried itself against Luka’s pillow.
Warm, so warm. Hot.
Somewhere in the midst of a nap he manages to kick off his boxers to fall on the floor.
Hot.
Fuck .
It’s hot.
Seering.
A line of beaded sweat covers his body like a sheet. And as the fever builds, his body turns from searing hot to cold with fever. When Felix finally awakens his mouth opens around a desperate sounding whine.The pillow he buried his face into before he fell asleep is now tucked between his legs while his hips thrust and twitch and try to give his painfully hard cock relief.
He knows.
He knows deep down in his gut that coming without Luka or a few fingers of his own up his ass will only feed the need — make him go feral faster.
But he can’t help but to clench his teeth around the edge of another pillow and bite down when he grinds the head of his weeping erection against the firm pillow.
Just a little more, just a little and— Felix screams around the plush implement.
Uselessly muffling his voice, the room is sound and scent proofed afterall.
But Felix takes a breath when the cloud of heat gives a moment of reprieve. His hands wander down slowly, and something he hadn’t realised is that the chains are just short enough he can’t reach his hole. He can feel the warmth, the sheer amount of slick trailing down his thighs, but he can’t quite reach more than to ghost his fingers along his rim.
“Of fucking course.” He huffs, frustration leading him to toss himself back towards the headboard.
He needs to be using this time better, to think while he has a bit of sanity left. Through the sheer window coverings he can see the sun dipping low over the horizon, a good estimation would be just about 4 o’clock. Luka gets home around 6.
Felix swallows over the lump in his throat.
He could wait, he could make it that long and not disturb Luka at work. He promised though and….
Felix moans uselessly as his cock brushes against the pillow, already leaking a new pool of pre beneath him.
Need Alpha.
He grabs his phone from the side table with a quick yank. What Felix doesn’t notice in his haze is the button press of work vs cell.
The phone rings and rings and rings and when it finally clicks to the classic voicemail line Felix’s first words are:
“Ahhh… mm… Lu. I swear if you don’t—”
Silence, panting, a lot of sweet sounding squeaks aside wet sounding skin.
“Come home, need you…. Please .”
He tacts on the end bit accidentally. He’s hardly one to beg, and it isn’t until the deepest throws of heat that he usually bends low enough to do it. A flush of pink covers his face, and in an action he’ll come to regret, Felix tosses his cellphone at his own slip up.
It isn’t until he sees the phone lying halfway across the room where he can’t reach it that Felix realises what exactly he’s done.
His stomach churns, aches. His head swims and he leaks more of that sweet slick onto the sheets below him, “Fuck.”
Luka’s had a long, long day.
He can’t stop thinking about Felix, call it intuition, worry, or just in general being an overbearing-over caring Alpha— whatever.
He wants to be home, but the sheer amount of paperwork he’s doing for the Jagged Stome and Kitty Section contracts for the fiscal year is making his head spin.
Emails dinging, phone ringing.
He finally decides enough is enough and mutes his computer so he can just think for a second. Penny comes in, her reddish hair is longer than it used to be and is now worn in a tight braid that falls in a straight line down her back, “You look like hell.”
Luka frowns, “Thanks.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be off already?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to over take off time, Felix was insistent since his heat hasn’t hit yet and—”
His phone rings, not his cell, but the direct office line. Luka glares at it for a solid 10 seconds before he pulls the cord from the wall and watches as the red light fades off.
Penny raises an eyebrow, “Luka, I’m not going to fire you for taking time off to be with your mate during his heat. But I might if you damage company property.” She nods towards the phone with a grin.
“I know, I promise tomorrow I won’t be here.”
“Sounds good, can you try to finish the Kitty Section contract before you leave then? It’s giving me a head ache.”
Luka nods, “Of course.”
And without the sound of incessant phone dials and email dings, Luka can actually focus. He checks his cell one last time before pulling up hundreds of pages worth of legal jargon, and when he sees no missed calls or messages he starts the deep dive of checking over each and every inch of the contract.
When he finishes, it’s late. Late enough that the street lights have turned on and the sun has long dipped behind the horizon.
He clicks send, packs up his briefcase, and notices his office phone still hanging without a cord. So he takes the extra second to plug it back in and click the dial a few times — just to make sure its working— when he notices the blue light on the answering machine light up.
It’s incredibly unusual for him to be left a voicemail. Most people find it more convenient to send an email, call again, or just walk the thirty feet to his office.
Adrien walks in just as he hits the play button, “Hey buddy, you heading out? We were gonna go get drinks for Nino’s birthday.”
1 missed call from—
“I would if I could, but I’ve got plans tonight.”
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“Yeah I get that, how has Felix been? He hasn’t been blowing my phone today like normal.”
Would you like to hear a play back? Press 7. To delete, press 9.
“I think he’s tired, he hasn’t responded to me either all day. Not to worry though, I left his spiked ass with a book and a cheese tray, I’m sure he’s fine.” Luka stares down at the dial pad and presses the 7 button, “Tell Nino I said happy birthday and I’ll make it up to him.”
That’s when both men freeze as Felix’s voice comes over the speaker.
“Ahhh… mm… Lu. I swear if you don’t—“
Silence, panting, a lot of sweet sounding squeaks aside wet sounding skin,
“Come home, need you…. Please.”
Adrien is scarlet from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears, Luka grabs his keys, leaving his briefcase and Adrien long forgotten in the office as he sprints out of the building.
His teal eyes are golden as he stalks into the parking garage, while the voicemail rings in his head like a perfect memory on loop.
Felix is going to kill him.
The run out to the parking lot, the swerving in traffic, the jog up their apartment staircase— Luka can’t move fast enough the entire time. It’s so late, nearly 9:00 pm and Felix is chained to the bed. Soft squeaks and overwhelming heat, he’s sure of it.
A thought occurs to Luka as he fumbles over the keys to their apartment, it makes his fangs grow and his eyes slit— he wonders if his mate has gone feral enough to shift yet.
Spirits, he’s the worst.
He opens the door and slams it back. Turning the deadbolt into the lock. The apartment is silent and still — he can’t smell the heat either.
But Luka knows that once their bedroom door is flung open, he’s going to be slapped in the face with it.
The evening has been so fast, but now it’s slow as he braces himself and turns the knob.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
As soon as it’s cracked Luka hears it. The dull light of the nearly burned down candles fill the room, and what he sees on the bed leaves him breathless.
Two floppy mouse ears and a skinny tail with a bob of fluff at the end. His normally soft green eyes are bright brilliant pinkish-red, pupils blown as the smell of crisp Granny Smith apples and parchment hits him.
The chains keep Felix’s hands away from the places he wants to touch the most, but Luka can see as Felix grinds shamelessly against the pillow beneath him that the blonde has found a solution — the evidence being the sheer amount of Omega come painting Felix’s limbs and chest.
“Alpha.” Felix keens, there’s tears in his eyes. Not fresh, Felix has been crying for hours it looks like, “Please. Please, I can't wait anymore.”
Luka doesn’t wait, fuck he’s made the other wait for who knows how long, in a single moment that nice shirt, pants, tie— the whole lot of clothes is ripped seam by seam as Luka grows in size. His eyes are glimmering gold and his legs replace themselves with a long tail that shimmers in various iridescent tones of blue.
A snake descendent, his cocks are already unsheathed, both of them as his tail flicks and propulses him forward onto the bed.
“Alpha.” Felix’s breath quickens, and Luka’s hands are on him. Pushing apart his thighs and diving down to where Felix drips his warm slick onto the bed below.
He doesn’t want to make Felix wait any longer than he has to. But his partner’s safety comes first.
“Apologiesss.” Luka hisses. His long tongue getting its first taste— sweet, tart, wonderful in every way you might call something addictive.
It makes the Omega below him squeak, tiny claws thread into long locks of black, “D-Don’t tease!”
And Luka obeys, using his thumbs to spread his partner so that his tongue can spear him open. It’s thick and slimy as it penetrates him. Brushing every bump and bristling nerve until it hits that magic spot deep inside.
Felix’s fingers tighten in his hair, his round ears pinned back while his face creases with absolute pleasure. Luka wants to demand the blonde come for him, but he can force that without words and does so with a practiced flick against the bundle of nerves. More pressure, movement. Felix’s cock spurts pathetically as Luka watches the orgasm shake his little mouse. More tears too, so many that spill even as Luka’s fingers move in alongside his tongue to test the stretch and prod and—
Suddenly the fingers in his hair are too tight. Yanking and pulling— Luka removes his tongue to look up.
His omega’s eyes are a brilliant red, shining alongside a pretty flush that fills his normally pale cheeks. Felix holds Luka there by the hair, “I swear to god if you don’t fuck me I’ll leave and find an Alpha who will. Right now, Luka.”
Luka hisses. His body covers itself with tiny pinpricks.
Bad move.
Very bad move.
Luka’s jaw opens, “Another Alpha?”
His molten gold eyes burn him, “We’ll seeee about that.” His mouth snaps back shut— and the next moment, his chains are ripped from their wall bearings in the next second and Felix finds himself with the posture of a common whore. His face is smashed into the pillows and his ass is in the air. Tail shivering as his cheeks are spread and two large something s press along his crack.
In his feral form, Felix is smaller than usual. Riding at a solid 4’8” while Luka is larger than 20 feet from tail tip to head. His cocks are proportionate. But the mouse below him is insaitiaable with heat.
“Fuck me. Please. Please fill, hurts.”
Luka does.
Pressing in both at the same time and ignoring the sudden jolt his tiny companion has from the burning stretch— As Luka bottoms out, and Felix breathes for the first time in the past thirty seconds — A thought occurs to him.
There’s a bulge in Felix’s belly, twin bulges that beg him to ram into the omega, “Please move.” Felix says, breathless.
“Darling?” Luka huffs, drawing his cocks out of the blonde before slamming back inside him.
Slow out, harsh in.
Just like his Omega loves.
Felix is crying again, shivering so hard that his tail has found purchase in wrapping around Luka’s forearm, it’s cute .
Luka tries again, “Darling.”
His pace is speeding up, and it’s just what Felix needs. He’s wetter now, gushing slick and come without a thought more than fuck in his tiny mouse brain.
“Wh-What?” Felix cries.
The thing about having two cocks is, the world doesn’t just stop moving for you. It just keeps turning like any other day. There’s no easy way out except to say that Felix and Luka are both painfully aware of the fact that Luka has two knots as well.
The first catches on his rim, the first sign of unease— Luka isn’t sure what to make of that expression. Cute, fear perhaps?
Fuck he’s going to come soon.
“I wasss jussst wondering—” Luka grips hard onto his cheeks, embedding his nails as his thrusts start to lose tempo in exchange for a sloppy grind that’s borderline animalistic in the department of desperation.
The knot catches again and Felix’s back arches in a perfect curve, “Wondering what?” The blonde barks, “Now is not th-the time for childish guessing games.”
Luka grabs a handful of hair, one steadied on the other's hips, and snaps them together in a visceral display of heat and sweat as his come splatters against Felix’s insides. Warmth floods him, it’s perfect. It’s what he’s needed for hours . The heat is already easing from the corners of his vision as his cock gives another weak attempt at an orgasm.
He thinks he’s going to pass out, but he doesn’t, just before he feels Luka at his ear with a visceral hiss, “I jussst wonder if they’ll look like me or you. Becaussse they’ll never look like another Alpha, not ssso long asss I have you writhing on my cockksss, Pet.”
Felix does pass out this time, tied to a knot while his lover pumps his leaking member into oblivion. The haze of relief is so, so nice.
When Felix wakes up next he’s in a cool bath. It tickles and soothes his overly sensitive skin, and when he stares down to take an observation of the scene he realizes there’s a large tail in the bath with him. Long and coiling, dipping over and under the water and leading up to the torso just beneath him.
“Alpha.” Felix whines as his skin grows impossibly warm all over again. But in the next instance there’s a plastic water bottle being pressed to his lips. He shifts just slightly to to protest but that’s when he feels the huge cock he’s seated on. A soft, squeaky sounding purr erupts from his chest and he turns his body away from the water bottle to lift up and attempt to ride the cock beneath him.
A hand stops him. Pinning him down with gravity so that the one of Luka’s cocks that’s inside him is at its deepest.
“Please.”
Luka shakes his head no, “Need you to be good for me, Little Moussse. You’ve lossst a lot of fluidsss between your tearsss and your heat.” The plastic bottle is pressed to his lips again, “Drink for me, I promissse you won’t leave this heat without being round with my hatchlingsss.”
He’s shaking, the cock of his dreams is inside him, just needs a bit of coaxing, and Luka is trying to do anything but fuck him. The omega whines, pouts at the bottle, but at the promise of being filled he finally lets his mouth fall open so that he can take a few sips.
As he does he’s rewarded with a subtle shifting of Luka’s coils, which in turn makes the cock inside of him twitch and shift with interest, “Good boy.” Luka praises, because he loves to watch how Felix shutters from praise.
He’s always so eager to please, even when he’s not in heat. He notices it in the way his lover’s face flushes when Luka chows down on his breakfast— in how Luka compliments how nice his clothes always smell fresh out of the wash.
Always so eager to please.
The smell of Felix’s slick hits him, and Luka groans. He gathers up Felix’s hand from beneath the water and places a kiss on each knuckle before handing off the water bottle with an expectant look, “ Finisssh it for me while I take care of you.”
Felix’s eyes widen, “Luka, you know I can’t—.”
“I know you can , Pretty Moussse.” Luka smiles, fangs brushing over his pale blue bottom lip, as he slowly rocks into his mate below the water.
Felix’s eyes roll back when the water bottle falls from his lips over a moan. So good.
But then Luka stops.
He fucking stops and Felix whines in protest.
“Come on, my sssweet, precciousss, Moussse.”
The bottle is lifted back to his lips, begrudgingly— Luka can tell by the way his eyebrows knit into a line. And the pace starts back up. It’s so, so precious, he’s caught in between wanting to be good while also wanting to take control and ride Luka into his orgasm.
Luka is so calm, collected as he gently thrusts. Soft like a heartbeat, but purposeful as he drags Felix closer and closer to the edge. Oh, Felix is trying so hard. Water spills from between the gaps of his lips, trailing down his neck where the impression of Luka’s mating bite rests. It slips down his collar bone, past his swollen nipples and down into the water.
“Pretty moussse .” Luka muses while Felix trembles, “Good mousse .”
He’s almost done, just a few more swallows— but he can feel the cock inside him pulse. Felix’s ears twitch and pin and perk. They can’t decide which way is best— not until Luka leans up and grabs Felix’s cherry tipped cock. His face stains that brilliant color and the water bottle falls into the tub with a single sip left to drain into the tub, “No!”
He tries to catch it so desperately, wanting to be a good omega. A good Mouse for his Alpha.
But the pressure of the cock and the hand on his tip makes his brain fog and sputter and—
“Come.” Luka grins, his own head falling back in a tilt as his seed fills the Omega. Felix thrashes, spurting on his chest and flailing in the water as his stomach bulges just a bit from being packed so tightly with seed.
It’s bliss. Really.
He doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have found someone like Luka who takes care of his needs while also taking thorough care of his needs.
The only time he doesn’t is when…
It’s late, Felix doesn’t know how many days have passed. Maybe it’s only been a few hours, but Felix is pretty sure it’s been days given that he’s been fucked and knotted more times than he can count on every piece of furniture their small apartment holds.
The heat crazed brain is easing off slowly, but the itch still persists when he wakes. Luka has been working hard, food, drinks, comfort, breeding. He’s hardly slept, and Felix finds it unreasonable to wake the snake descendent when he can take care of it himself at this stage.
It’s the only time Luka doesn’t take care of Felix, when Felix doesn’t let him.
So instead, Felix spreads his legs and shyly lets his fingers brush at his stretched, abused hole. His slick is just as thick as the first day— and his fingers slide easily inside. Brushing along every good wonderful spot he can find.
His other hand wraps in a loose grip around his cock. It hurts, oversensitive and overused. But he wants to come so desperately that he ignores the burn and ruts with light pressure that makes his breath come out in warm puffs.
Keening whines and desperate sounding cries.
Oh, he wants to come.
Please just, please, world. He’ll feel so much better and go back to sleep until Luka can wake up from a much deserved rest and—
“What are you doing, Fe?”
Felix’s eyes snap open and he scream-squeaks. He flails and tips and nearly falls off the bed as he shuffles to remove his fingers and hand— luckily a large expanse of tail catches him effortlessly.
“I—” Felix pants, “I… I was just…”
Luka raises an unimpressed eyebrow.
“You were asleep, you need to rest a little at least, recover and take care of yourself. I… I don’t need your cocks all the time.”
Oh the line is well played, but they both know what it is — a lie . It’s fine though, Felix has been punished during a heat before for this. And Luka doesn’t plan on letting up on him just because it’s a special occasion.
“Oh?” Luka grins, the end of his tail coils around Felix’s ankle.
The blonde swallows over a hard lump in his throat.
“You sssure you feel that way, Little Moussse?” His porcelain fangs glimmer.
“Luka.” Felix shudders.
“I'm giving you a chanccce.”
But Felix can’t. It’s… it’s unfair… and…
Luka is certain the little masochist likes these mid-heat punishments, “Fine, we’ll do thisss the hard way.”
In a second the coils have him. He’s expertly wrapped and pulled apart. Suspended in the air for his partner. Felix is spread for him, so open, and Luka can see the way the Omega’s slick bridges between his thighs in a sticky mess of milky colored ropes.
While the coils shift and twist all around— Felix realises that Luka hasn’t moved. His torso at least, lazy, sleepily watching through half lidded golden eyes, “Poor, Little Moussse.”
Felix winces at the tease, a snake, playing with its prey, it’s food. Tormenting it before he’s devoured, “Not funny.” —just as the tip of his tail brushes along his hole.
The blonde whines at the touch, and Luka grins, “You're right. Humorousss isssn’t how I would dessscribe thisss … I find thisss much more… erotic .”
Felix’s chest heaves. The tail presses into him.
It’s thinner, and then thicker. The more Luka presses inside him the thicker it becomes. He’s more full than he’s ever been on those cocks— and unlike the cocks, the tail doesn’t have a repercussion period.
Felix can come all he wants while Luka watches him whine and beg through half lidded eyes— but that tail will never grow tired.
So Felix sits there, desperately clawing at the coils that fill him up so nicely , “Fuck. Fuck dammit—Luka!”
“Mhm?” He purrs in a rumble.
Felix’s cock gives, but the tail just keeps on. Milking his prostate and quickly urging him to his next orgasm.
He doesn’t realize the coils are lowering him, still fucking him while his mouth is pushed over to the soft patch of scales where Luka’s musky alpha scent is strongest. Sea salt and cedar overwhelm him— the chocolatey sweet is raw and much more subtle than normal. His mouth waters and falls open on instinct.
Felix doesn’t have the hands to assist, but that’s alright, Luka easily guides one of his cocks into the blonde's mouth. Watching his eyes widen dramatically as he remembers just how large his partner is when the cock hits the back of his throat and slides down just a bit.
It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but it’s exciting all the same. Luka grabs onto one of those giant round ears and pushes him just a bit more. Felix’s nose bumps along the underside of the other cock, dark curls and Alpha scent sending Felix sky high.
Luka doesn’t forget things often, and it seems Felix’s statement from a few days ago at the beginning of the heat has clung to Luka’s heart when he mutters, “Why would you ever need another partner for any reassson? Another alpha.” Luka hisses at the shell of his ear, “I can ssspit roassst you all on my own, two knotsss , a tail if I get tired. You’ll never be wanting to get filled ssso long asss you tell me properly, Little Moussse .”
Felix doesn’t have to move— Luka does it for him. Spearing him forward on his cock while on the backwards motion the tail leaves Felix just empty enough to whine and squeal for more.
Such a desperate little mouse. Mouth and cunt filled to the brim with nothing but the serpent.
Luka’s cock gives its telltale twitch. The urgency immediately fills Felix’s eyes. The want. He wants that seed inside him, filling up his womb and tied there for hours, not his mouth . And Luka is a merciful partner, pulling Felix back and off with a ‘pop’ just before he spills his load.
“I’ll knot your jaw.” Luka threatens, his golden eyes gleaming.
And Felix can do nothing but cry and sob as the tail continues bruising his insides, “Pu-pu…” he shudders.
Luka leans forward, the blonde’s untouched cock leaking pathetically in a milky colored river down his shaft, “ Promissse me?”
“Please.” Felix manages as the tip of Luka’s fingers trace his tip, “I promise! I’ll wake you next I need— just fill me. Knot me, pups, please, please.”
The tail slides out of him, covered in copious amounts of slick. Oh, he’s so empty, Luka doesn’t waste another second though as he drops Felix onto his cock and the coils that had been keeping him upright pull away.
He hadn’t realized how much structure the coils gave him as he slumps forward bonelessly on Luka’s chest, “Go on then.”
Luka encourages, “Fuck yourself, Omega.”
He wants it, needs it. No matter how his sore muscles protest Felix lifts and shakes his hips on Luka’s lap. It’s so so so good. Controlling exactly where the appentages hits and grinds and oh fuck — he’s going to come.
His cock has received little more than a finger tip touch and he’s so close all over again.
Luka licks his lips, throwing his own head back into the pillows as his knot flares and catches on the rim of his mate, “Good boy. Don’t be ssscared , tie usss.”
His claw-like nails fall to Felix’s hips in encouragement. It hurts— oh but it’ll feel so good. A few more passes, and Felix feels the burn, presses himself down on the serpent’s lap as his womb is filled for the hundredth time.
Stars explode in his vision, his own come is so thin as it shoots over and hits Luka’s chest and jaw. It’s basically water— but Luka doesn’t appear to be wasting a drop as his thumb trails over and his ridiculously long tongue dips out to lick at his jaw.
“That’s so gross.” Felix grimaces.
“That why you’re tightening up ssso pretty around me when I do it? When I lick your preciousss come off me? If I had it my way I’d be getting my sssame fill. Drinking from the source while I fill you with my hatchlingsss . I don’t think your pretty little cock could take it though. Ssstuck in my mouth while my tongue bringsss you to heaven over and over and over an—”
It’s involuntary, they both know it, Felix comes again as the words are spoken, nasty, vile. Oh how sore he’ll be when this is all over. He’s tired all over again, slumping forward into his own mess on Luka’s chest while his stomach swells full with come.
“Preciousss Mousse.” Luka smiles as they drift off back to sleep.
The heat finally ends and Felix grows cold for a few days. While appreciative of Luka’s doting, he’s rather independent and proud. So the fact he’s been begging like a whore the past week leaves him on edge and irritated.
Luka knows his partner well enough by now to know not to take it personally. It was a good heat, a hopefully successful one. And by the following Friday the shifters are able to shrug off their pheromones enough to drop their animal traits and look like humans again.
Felix is thankful not to be under such a hard golden stare. Luka mourns the loss of Felix’s cute round ears. It’s fine though, just another three or four months and he’ll get the please of biting them again.
Missing out on work is always tough for Luka.
He comes back to desk full of paperwork. A note on his desk reminding him to take his scent suppression medication because post heat he smells of a brothel.
He’s starting to get antsy, three weeks and Felix has hardly spoken a word aside from ‘good morning’. His pheromones are wild and Luka can’t hardly tell what emotion the blonde is going through at any given moment.
Work will be a good distraction— he hopes.
When he sees Adrien the boy’s face lights up with a dust of pink and immediately turns around to walk the other way.
All things in due time.
When he gets home the house is dark. No dinner cooking, nothing but dim candle light flickering from their room.
There’s a scent, sweet, not quite apples— it’s more like hallows eve. Caramel apples that are tooth achingly sweet.
When he turns the corner Felix is holding something between his fingers. He’s smiling so pretty, so wide. All the sour hints of anxiety from the past few weeks are gone and when Felix turns the test over in his hands to face Luka, it’s marked with a little pink plus sign.