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Relentless attention to his clit had Ryland writhing in bed. His legs were wrapped around Simon's neck and his hands were in those luscious locks. Tears fell from his eyes as his third orgasm of the morning wracked through him.
His body felt floaty and tingly. The stubbled on Simon's face scraped against the delicate folds of Ryland's vulva. A bit painful, a lot intoxicating.
Once Ryland caught his breath, Simon started his attentions again, licking circles around the overly sensitive nub.
Pulling on Simon's hair weakly, Ryland said, "Wanna get you off."
Simon hummed, and the vibrations against his clit made Ryland whimper.
Ryland could see the smug satisfaction in Simon's eyes, so the teacher flicked him on the ear, "Come on, I want to get you off."
There was one more peevish lick before Simon leaned back. His face was shiny with slick. Despite having spent at least forty minutes eating out Ryland's vulva, Simon licked his lips as if he couldn't get enough of the taste.
Cheese and crackers! Ryland pawed at Simon's sweatpants until that impressive bulge was revealed. Ryland immediately descended on the thick, red cock. It was a sloppy blow job. More enthusiasm than technique, but Simon moaned as if the teacher's lapping and suckling at the head was high class deepthroating.
When Ryland noted a telltale swelling at the base of Simon's cock, he wrapped both hands around the growing knot and squeezed. The flood of seed into his mouth was too much. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but it overflowed down his chin to join the mess of spit there.
Despite having just came, Simon looked at Ryland with such hunger. A low, enticing rumbling came from his chest, and he said, "I can get you off again."
Ryland swatted harmlessly at the man's thigh. "You'd make me late. Again. I can only be late so many times."
"You're the teacher," Simon argued, and he leaned forward to lick his own cum from Ryland's face. "Who's going to hold you accountable?"
Blushing furiously and ignoring the warmth in his gut—honestly, when had he ever been this horny?—Ryland pushed Simon away from him. "Well, I don't want to disappoint the students. Or, give humans a bad name for being flaky. Also, Rocky doesn't need another reason to tease me."
Simon gave a kiss to Ryland's hand before relenting. He stood up and said, "I'll get your breakfast."
Giving a pleased trill, Ryland stood on shaky legs to make his way to the bathroom, throwing a "thanks" behind his shoulder.
Morning sex had become a regular occurrence after Simon moved in with Ryland. They had danced around turning the teacher's office into a room for Simon, but that option was quickly dropped. They were already sleeping together. Falling asleep in each other's arms afterwards was natural. Simon had been visibly self-conscious about overstaying his welcome.
The man actually teared up though when Ryland referred to the nest as "our nest". According to Simon, he had never had a nest. Not one that he could remember.
To Ryland, it was only natural that the nest was both of theirs once Simon's scent seeped into the blankets. Natural though it seemed to him, Ryland did enjoy how Simon treated co-ownership of their nest as an honor. That was how it should be! Sharing such a personal thing was a privilege. That was something that alphas on Earth didn't seem to understand. Another reason why Ryland had preferred dating omegas and betas: they understood that you NEVER invited yourself into a nest.
As oppressive and terrible as his upbringing was, Simon did have respect for nests.
He also didn't have any inherent prejudice against oral sex. Many Earth alphas were disappointed if they didn't get to knot the omega they slept with. Meanwhile, Simon's favorite morning activity was to suck off Ryland's dick and then bury his face in the omega's vulva until to squeeze out as many orgasms as he could.
This had made Ryland late on more than a few mornings, and he often had to rush to his classroom. Ryland wasn't huge on the rush; however, he didn't discourage the morning sex. He did start to whine about fairness after not having enough time to get Simon off several mornings in a row.
"It's not fair that only I get off," he'd argued.
Simon had smiled smugly and asked, "Who said I don't get off?"
The image of Simon, face coated in slick, leaned back in their nest while lazily pumping his cock invaded Ryland's mind. The teacher had quickly gone from guilty about Simon's blue balls to affronted that he wasn't being included in the alpha's pleasure.
Ryland never would have guessed that he would be all but dragging his partner away from his vulva. Simon seemed addicted to it though. Starving for it. And, while he did enjoy sixty-nining, Simon preferred to be undistracted from Ryland's reactions.
What a problem to have. Ryland wished that he could tell his younger self that a future like this existed for him. One where he lived rent free, had the best friend in the universe—who was also a fricking alien—and had a partner who could be content with just his face between Ryland's legs.
The only drawback was the food.
Simon was working on that though. The alpha had wanted to find a job in the biodome, and he had gravitated towards the plants. He had also seen Ryland's awful attempts at cooking and seen how disappointed with his failures the omega was.
This led Simon to spending a lot of time researching Earth food and cooking. And then, the alpha started to apply that knowledge.
It turned out that Simon was a much better cook than Ryland.
Which, might have something to do with proportional effort.
Anyway, Simon seemed to actually gain a genuine passion for cooking in addition to gardening. He especially seemed to like learning ways to store the excess crops via drying, pickling, etc.
The alpha also had such a happy scent whenever Ryland devoured his creations. The man was a wizard in the kitchen.
So, it was strange when Ryland emerged from their bedroom—clean and dressed—and found himself frowning at the food on his plate. The food wasn't...bad. It just wasn't what he wanted.
The thought alone made Ryland feel incredibly spoiled. This was leagues better than anything he could do. What right did he have to be disappointed?
Simon noticed Ryland's reaction—of course he did: the omega usually praised his food to high heavens—and asked, "Everything okay?"
"Oh, yeah! It's great," Ryland hurried to reassure him. Simon didn't seem convinced, so he added, "I'm just—I think I'm just craving something I had back on Earth." That sounded right. As lovely as this little bowl of fruit and oatmeal was—the Eridians had recently managed to grow some grains from the samples Ryland had saved, the omega was hopeful that they would have bread within the year—he was craving something...fatty. Fatty and sweet. Like, "A donut. I think I'm craving donuts."
"I can try to make some," Simon said without hesitation.
That made Ryland smile, "That's okay, Simon. We don't really have the ingredients, and this is delicious. Thank you so much."
Simon frowned at the oatmeal like it had personally offended him for not being a donut.
Laughing, Ryland kissed him on the head, a gesture that Simon leaned into despite his grumpy face.
They finished their breakfast, and they scented each other briefly before Ryland left to teach.
Based on the look on Simon's face, Ryland had a feeling that the alpha was going to spend most of his day researching donuts.
He was such a silly, adorable man. Ryland gave him and extra kiss before leaving.
****
The day was harder than it should've been.
Although he wore one of his favorite cardigans, it felt too itchy and hot with it on, but it was too cold with it on. His glasses also bothered him. His mind was on the cusp of a headache during the entire lesson.
All of these things irritated Ryland and made him snappish. He managed to act relatively normal, but he did bring out The Teacher Voice more often than he usually would.
By the time he got home, Ryland was stewing. The irritation of the day had built under his skin, and he was also irritated with the fact that he was so easily irritated.
When he got home, Ryland found Simon intensely studying donuts on the living room floor, and his first thought was that he still couldn't have a donut!
Tears gathered in Ryland's eyes just as Simon looked up at him. The man was by his side in an instant, making little sad whines and asking what was wrong.
Ryland shook his head because it was so stupid! He was crying over donuts! He was short with his students and itchy and miserable and—
That was when Ryland realized what all of this meant, and he felt like an idiot.
It was understandable in a way that he had forgotten. What with meeting Simon, staying pissed at him for a month, getting to know him, moving in together. So much had happened in such a short span of time that Ryland had completely forgotten about his heat.
Ryland considered himself lucky: he only had a yearly cycle. Some people had their heat every six months or every three months. Annual heats were a bit more intense than ones that happened a couple times a year though. At least, they had a few days to prepare. Ryland would also bet his lucky fox that Rocky would show up soon with diagrams of dildos and offerings of blankets. The Eridian had become intensely diligent about preparing for Ryland's heat after being totally blindsided by the omega's first one in space.
Wiping his eyes, Ryland sniffled and said, "I'm sorry. It's just—I think I'm going into preheat."
Simon stiffened before withdrawing his hand from Ryland's shoulder like he'd been burned. He choked out, "Heat?"
"Yeah," Ryland said, narrowing his eyes. "Got a problem with that?"
"No, I—should we get Rocky to make binds? Or, I can go back to my old house?"
This had the feeling of some Eden crap. "Simon, what were heats like for omegas on Eden?"
"They were cared for by the other omegas," Simon explained. "Unless it was time to breed. Then, an alpha would be brought in."
Oh. That didn't sound as bad as Ryland expected it to be. "Well, I'd like it if you spent my heat with me."
Simon got a torn look and said, "Are you sure? Will we be able to care for pups?"
Ryland stared at him for a moment. Took a deep breath, and then said, "I explained birth control to you, right?"
"Yes."
"That still works even in a heat."
"Oh," Simon's shoulders relaxed.
"I wouldn't try for pups without several serious conversations first."
Simon nodded, blushing. "It's not—if you want pups, I would...help."
Grace ran a hand through his hair. "No, I've always been on the fence about pups. I love kids, but I also like having time away from them. Also, I'm not sure how I feel about raising a kid so far away from the rest of their species. We made a choice to stay here and live with each other and the Eridians. This would be a heck of an isolating environment to raise a kid in though."
"That's true," Simon said. He looked thoughtful for a few moments before saying, "Well, we should still ask Rocky for a muzzle."
"A WHAT?!?"
"You said that people on Earth usually wait a few years before bonding. I don't want to bite you without permission."
The urge to find Eden and burn it to the ground rose up in Ryland. "They muzzled you?"
"Only during ruts or if you helped an omega through a heat. Bonding got in the way of breeding programs."
Ryland snarled, imagining faceless people putting a muzzle on Simon's sweet face. "I'm not going to do that to you. Don't even try to do it to yourself. You don't need a muzzle not to bite someone! That's inhumane!" Pointing a commanding finger at Simon, he said, "You will help me through my heat, and you won't bite me because you'd never do anything that I don't want you to do."
Simon nodded.
Then, Ryland realized he had just ordered Simon to attend his heat. "I mean, you don't have to join me for my heat. You get a choice in this too. I just—"
Scraping his stubble against Ryland's neck, Simon said, "I'd be honored, angel."
The feeling of Simon scenting him made Ryland erupt in a loud purr. He could feel slick start to leak out of him.
"Grace! Grace open door! Brought new blankets and human reproductive models!"
Ryland groaned with embarrassment, burying his face in Simon's shoulder.
****
Preparing for a heat was half of the battle. Stock on food, call out of work, reorganize the nest, get any...toys you might want. Ryland also had to provide some emergency education to Simon on heats. Especially on their effect on other designations. He talked about how alphas could absolutely care for an omega in heat without going knot mad. Medical professionals and family members are also known to help omegas in heat without feeling the need to be sexually involved.
Then, there was Rocky who always got especially fussy over Ryland during this time of year. He seemed happy to learn that Simon was going to help this year, but he also seemed to be grilling the alpha when Ryland was out of earshot.
The omega was both a little insulted and a little touched. It was nice to be cared about. At the same time though, HE WAS AN ADULT, ROCKY!!!
Anyway, his heat started at about 2am. Ryland woke in a thin sheen of sweat. He had started sleeping naked because clothes irritated him and made him overheat. That didn't stop him from stubbornly clinging to Simon at night though. Inhaling Simon's scent deeply until he drifted off to sleep.
At the moment though, Simon's scent wasn't soothing him.
It lit Ryland on fire.
His thighs were already coated in slick. There was a wet spot on the sheets. Although Simon was not awake, his body was ready for Ryland. The alpha was also naked in solidarity, and his erection was leaking against his stomach.
A wild thing inside Ryland wanted to sink on that delicious member right away. He held onto enough reason though to shake Simon awake.
"Mmmm?" Simon said sleepily as he woke. His eyes opened wide though to stare at how Ryland loomed over him.
Ryland grabbed the alpha's member and raggedly asked, "Mine?"
Letting out a shaky breath, Simon said, "Yup, all yours, angel."
A happy purr rumbled from Ryland's chest, and he sank down on the hard member. The sound was wet, and the stretch was perfect. Ryland purred louder as he slowly rolled his hips, savoring the sensation.
Simon groaned, rolling his own hips to meet Ryland's.
Stroking the alpha's chest, Ryland said, "Good, so good."
Ryland felt the member twitch inside of him as Simon whimpered.
The small rolling of hips turned into Ryland bouncing up and down, riding like his life depended on it as he used Simon's shoulders for stability. The alpha matched his pace and intensity. He grunted and panted and moaned under Ryland.
Then, there was the knot. Ryland felt it begin to swell, its nascent form popping in and out of his vagina. Ryland chased the feeling, eager to be filled. Eager to be joined with Simon and filled with his seed.
It felt like forever and no time at all before the knot entered him and stayed in him. Pressed against all of Ryland's sensitive insides and throbbing as a gush of cum flooded into him.
The sensations triggered Ryland's own orgasm, but that didn't stop him. His hips kept moving, kept chasing more and more pleasure from Simon's knot.
"You weren't kidding," Simon mumbled breathily. "It is intense."
Ryland knew that his alpha was talking about something they'd discussed, but he didn't care to think about that right now. What those words told Ryland was that Simon had a mouth that could be used for things. Like kissing Ryland.
Simon responded to the kiss with tender passion, squeezing one of Ryland's thighs with his hand.
****
Heats were different for everyone: some people had crystal-clear recollection, some people remembered nothing from them, and Ryland where somewhere in the middle of those extremes. He had hazy recollection of most things that happened during his heat as well as the general feelings he had during the heat.
Thus, he remembered scratching at Simon's back as the man pounded into him and whispered endearments into his skin.
He remembered when Simon took him into the shower to wash him, and Ryland convinced the alpha to take him from behind under a stream of warm water.
He remembered how Simon used the dildo that Rocky made to stuff him full when his dick needed a break. Sometimes using his mouth on Ryland's clit while doing so.
There were also more tender moments that stood out to Ryland: when they just laid against each other and purred, when Simon sweetly handfed him in bed, when Simon thanked Ryland over and over and over again for letting him be a part of this.
Most of all, Ryland remembered feeling safe. He felt safe and happy and loved.
And, sore at the end of it. No more sore than he should've been though. It was a lot of sex in a short period of time. The soreness wasn't all that bad though. It felt much better than an ill-tended heat.
Ryland stretched luxuriously on the morning after his heat, the early morning light streaming in through the windows.
As he smacked his lips—that was some morning breath—Simon shot up out of a dead sleep beside him.
"Angel," he said, reaching for Ryland despite looking utterly exhausted.
Such a wonderful, wonderful man.
Ryland tucked Simon's tangled hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead.
"Don't worry," Ryland whispered. "It's over. Go back to sleep."
Simon slumped over against the omega, alertness draining out of him in an instant.
Holding him close, Ryland purred comfortingly and said, "Thank you, Simon. You took such good care of me."
"Of course, angel," Simon murmured before passing out on top of Ryland.
The teacher wanted to clean himself up and raid their kitchen, but he decided to just lay there for a while. He was in no rush.