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Alpha / Ifrit - Heat
Dealing with heats is hard, I guess?
Ifrit was pacing.
It had been little more than ten minutes, but it felt more like hours. A frustrated, restless circuit in the common room, irritation radiating off him in waves. His body was burning from the inside out, skin too hot, far too sensitive, and nothing he did was enough to ease the ache.
And Alpha was watching him.
Sprawled on the low couch, legs spread like he had all the time in the world, the elder fire ghoul was infuriatingly relaxed, one arm slung over the backrest, the other drumming clawed fingers against his knee. His sharp, dark eyes tracked every movement, every twitch of Ifrit’s fingers, every shift of his weight.
The amusement in them made Ifrit bristle.
"Something wrong, pup?" Alpha drawled, voice low and smug. His tail flicked lazily, the rings threaded through it glinting in the dim firelight, "You're making me tired just looking at you."
He knew what was bothering him, he could smell it, the mingled scent of dying embers and phosphoric touch of spent matches. But he couldn't help but tease.
Ifrit stilled—his whole body vibrating with need. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, jaw locked tight as he looked back at the other,
"Alpha," he ground out, his voice raw, strained, and Alpha merely arched a brow,
"What?"
Ifrit snarled—the sound rough, unsteady. Embarrassed. His heat-addled brain felt scrambled, making it impossible to think straight, impossible to do anything except feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the frustration that had been building for hours, days even.
And Alpha was fucking smirking.
Ifrit couldn't take it anymore.
With a frustrated growl, he stalked toward him, grabbed Alpha’s wrist, pulling him up from the couch and pressed his body flush against his.
Alpha let out a soft chuckle, his grin widening as he looked down at him, entirely unbothered by the smaller ghoul pressing his face into his neck, "Ahh, there it is," he rumbled, his tail curling around Ifrit’s thigh, the heat of his own body soothing against his burning skin.
Ifrit shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut, "Don't start," he muttered, his voice shaking, "Just—just do something."
Alpha hummed, thoughtful, his claws trailing slow, deliberate circles over Ifrit’s hips, gripping just tight enough to make Ifrit’s breath catch.
"You sound awfully desperate," he mused, tilting his head, his sharp teeth flashing in a grin, "Begging already, pup?"
Ifrit growled—but it faded into a whine at the end. He hated it, hated how easy it was for Alpha to turn him inside out. His hands curled into the fabric of Alpha’s pants, his nails digging into the course fabric as he exhaled shakily, pulling at them.
"Alpha."
The elder fire ghoul exhaled through his nose, his smirk shifting into something darker, hungrier. He slid his claws slowly up Ifrit’s back, dragging against the overheated skin, watching with sharp amusement as Ifrit twitched at the sensation.
"Alright, alright," he murmured, pressing his mouth to the underside of Ifrit’s jaw, his fangs just barely grazing his skin, "I'll take care of you, little ember."
Ifrit—desperate, aching, burning—all but melted into him as clothes were discarded, leaving them both bare.
Alpha chuckled, the deep rumble of it vibrating against Ifrit’s chest, making him shudder. He could feel the way Ifrit tried to hold himself back, how his body tensed even as he pushed his body tighter against him.
"Aw, pup," Alpha murmured, his lips curling against Ifrit’s temple, pressing a soft kiss there as he seemed to try to hide his face more, "Don’t tell me you’re shy now."
Ifrit buried his face deeper against the crook of Alpha's neck, trying to hide the heat spreading across his face, his breath coming in short, uneven puffs against the elder’s skin.
But there was nowhere to hide.
Not when Alpha was holding him like this, one strong, clawed hand wrapping around both of them, the easy press of his palm sending white-hot friction sparking up Ifrit’s spine.
And the piercings—fuck, the cool brush of metal against his fevered skin had him trembling, his breath hitching sharply as Alpha squeezed just a little tighter.
Ifrit jerked, gripping onto Alpha’s shoulders, his fingertips digging in, "F-fuck," he hissed, biting down against the skin of Alpha’s neck to stifle the noises threatening to slip free.
Alpha grinned, exhaling heavily, his fingers tightening in rhythm with the quick, desperate roll of Ifrit’s hips, "That’s it," his voice was thick with heat now, punctuated by the wet slide between them as he dragged his claws against them both, "That’s my good boy."
Ifrit made a broken noise against his throat, his whole body shaking in Alpha’s hold. He hated how much that did to him. Hated how much he liked it.
And Alpha knew.
Alpha always knew.