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Wriothesley let out another shaky breath, gripping the sheets with trembling fingers.

This was bad. Really, really bad.

His heat wasn’t supposed to come this early, not for another month and a half. And yet... he had every symptom. The hot flashes, the uncontrollable burning in his core, the aches from being too empty, the slick... fuck, there was so much slick.

He knew exactly why it had come early, too. Why it was like this.

Just last weekend, Neuvillette had been there in his bed, in his arms, leaning over him, fucking him into the sheets, peppering him with kisses, lavishing him with attention.

They’d only been dating for a few months, but already Neuvillette had courted him more thoroughly than anyone in his life had ever even tried, had sent him little gifts from new earrings to fancy teas to rainbow roses. They texted often, called when they could, but saw each other in person rarely. Living several hours apart, Wriothesley in Meropide near the coast, and Neuvillette in bustling Fontaine City, both of them with busy work schedules, made it difficult.

But Neuvillette had been there. He’d taken Wriothesley slowly and sweetly with Wriothesley goading him for more, then rougher and faster, holding him face-down and mounting him until Wriothesley was sobbing into the pillows. His cock was huge and ridged, as blue as his rhinophores, big enough to fill him perfectly. His knot, even though the Alpha hadn't been in rut, was so large he'd felt filled to the brim, milking orgasm after orgasm out of him.

Wriothesley was so far gone for this man. About as far gone as anyone could be without having actually confessed any of those deeper feelings yet. It was too soon... way too soon, but he could feel those emotions burning inside him every time he heard his voice, every time he saw his messages.

Even his friends had said he seemed happier, more alive than he had in years, when the weight of his job started wearing him down. It was all because of a court case he’d appeared in as a witness, defending a client he’d been working with, a young man who had tried to murder his abusive father. He’d reminded Wriothesley so much of himself, and Wriothesley in turn had done everything possible to get him the support he needed under the current foster care system.

Neuvillette was the judge on that case, and... well. The sparks between them had been undeniable, so when Neuvillette ruled in the young man’s favor, Wriothesley had chatted with him, thanked him, and started to get to know him.

He’d always been determined to live his life as a bachelor but... sometimes you made exceptions for gorgeous, gentle Alphas whose touch made you feel like you were going to melt from the inside out.

Wriothesley groaned into the pillow, clutching it tight in his hands. He’d already called out of work. Rescheduled his clients. Tried not to let on that this heat wasn’t when he’d expected.

Clorinde knew, he knew she knew, but she hadn’t said anything about it. Just told him she’d bring food when she could, would make sure he ate like she often did, and he appreciated that more than anything.

He would just have to deal with it and power through, like he always did. But, as the hours dragged on, it grew increasingly difficult. He could manage his heats on his own, he always had. With his fingers or with dildos and a lot of sleep, they’d never been that bad. This one though... this was different.

Only half a day in, and he was moaning into the pillow, sniffing desperately to try to catch any hint of Neuvillette’s scent. Whimpering as he rubbed his thighs together for friction. Aching to touch himself but afraid that if he did, it wouldn’t be enough. Knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not when he knew what it felt like to have Neuvillette’s heavy cock buried deep inside him, fucking him senseless.

Even the thought of Neuvillette’s body against his own was enough to leave him breathless and gasping, clawing at the pillow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tearing at his sleep pants, dragging them off his body, kicking off his socks so that he was completely bare, twisting helplessly against the sheets.

There was one thing that might help. He couldn’t call Neuvillette, no, no he didn’t want to bother him like that. But... Neuvillette had left a shirt behind. It had been sitting in Wriothesley’s pile of laundry all week.

When Wriothesley mentioned it a few days ago, Neuvillette had made a quiet, contemplative sound and told him it was fine, that he would pick it up next time he visited. He even quietly joked that it gave him a reason to come back.

Neuvillette was terrible at jokes but... Wriothesley had been teaching him slowly, and it warmed his heart. It warmed him even more to know that Neuvillette wanted to come back, wanted him.

Once he remembered that shirt, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, he slid out of bed, stumbling across the floor to the laundry, digging through it like a starved animal until he pulled it out, bringing it to his face and breathing deep.

His scent was still there.

His cunt absolutely gushed with slick as he breathed it in, letting it linger against the roof of his mouth, heady on his tongue.

Neuvillette smelled like the sea, like the depths of the ocean, and... fuck, it was so good.

Dragging it back to bed, Wriothesley tucked it into his nest, pressing his face against the collar, huffing as much of that intoxicating scent as he could get.

He could practically hear Neuvillette’s quiet growls in his ear as he leaned over him, could imagine the weight of his body pressing him down, nails digging into his skin, teeth nipping at his throat but always respectful, never too close to his scent glands even if Wriothesley burned for that more than anything. He was the most polite, tender Alpha Wriothesley had ever met and he—

Fuck, he needed him.

Reaching down between his thighs, he took his dick in hand, moaning as he stroked himself, moving his fingers over the piercings on the underside of his short shaft, squeezing it until his cock was leaking just as much as his cunt.

All that slick pooled between his thighs, dripping down to his ass, slicking that hole, too.

Sliding his fingers down further, he pushed at the entrance of his cunt, groaning at how soft and wet he was, how open. It was easy to push three, then four fingers inside, and he gasped wildly at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough, wasn’t big or deep enough.

He had a knotted dildo specifically for his heats, but... he just couldn't bring himself to use it. It wasn’t Neuvillette. Wasn’t shaped like him, or hot like him, wasn’t thick or long enough to be him.

Some logical part of his brain not addled by his heat shouted at him as he lay there in misery, burning and aching.

Tell him. You have to tell him. He cares about you. He'll help you.

But...

Wriothesley groaned, rolling onto his back to stare blearily at the ceiling as if that might help in any way at all.

Clutching Neuvillette’s shirt, he turned his face against it again, nosing at the collar, breathing deep.

“I don't want to bother you,” he whispered against the soft cloth. He flushed just thinking about Neuvillette’s intense gaze, his gentle touch, his warm kisses. It was enough to make him groan.

“But I really need you right now. What should I do?” He nuzzled against the shirt as if it could give him all the answers. As much as the scent calmed him, the lack of touch was driving him crazy. He’d heard stories, too, of Omegas in excruciating pain when forced to endure heats without their mates. He and Neuvillette weren’t bonded, but...

Fuck, he hated to admit that he didn’t think he could handle this, but it was true. This was new, his body reacting more strongly than it ever had before. His skin burned, his entire body aching for his missing Alpha, and it only grew worse and worse the more time passed.

Whimpering softly, he stayed just like that for a while longer, trying to power through, trying to think.

He was so used to handling everything on his own but... all he could think about was Neuvillette. Even a single message from him, even the sound of his voice... it would help. He knew it would.

Fumbling for his phone on the bedside table, he drew it close, staring at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest, his throat tight at the thought of any attention from his Alpha.

There were no messages from Neuvillette, but it was getting into the evening now. He might be home already if work didn't have him tied up.

Tell him, he screamed at himself as he unlocked his phone. Just... tell him already. Tell him you need him. He won’t turn you away. He won’t.

Right?

No, Neuvillette would never. Even when Wriothesley messaged him in the middle of the day, he always responded as soon as he could.

He decided to chance it.

> Hey. Are you busy?

He held his breath as he hit send. He couldn’t expect an immediate reply. Neuvillette might still be at work, might be in the car, might be doing any number of things. But a few moments later, there were the telltale dots of a message being typed.

Wriothesley rolled onto his stomach, feeling way too much like a needy teenager as he held his phone up close to his face, waiting with bated breath for Neuvillette’s reply.

> Not at all, I just got home. I’ll be making dinner shortly. Would you like to call this evening?

Wriothesley chewed on his lip, pressing his face into the pillow. He knew what he should say, but...

Well, Neuvillette said he wasn’t busy. Right? Maybe...

Another message pinged through and he scrambled to his phone to look.

> Of course, if you have other plans, we can certainly call another time.

Fuck, he was so polite. What had Wriothesley ever done to deserve someone so polite?

> No, I

He started, then stopped, fingers hovering over the keys. Groaning softly, he rubbed his aching cock against the sheets, flopping sideways on the bed, cradling his phone. He deleted what he wrote. Started again.

> It would be nice.

He kicked himself but sent it anyway. At least it was something.

Neuvillette’s reply was almost immediate.

> After dinner, then?

Wriothesley let out a shuddering breath. No, no, I need you now. Right now. But he couldn’t type that. He...

His finger hovered over the call button. Maybe it would be easier. Then, he shied away from that, too. He just didn’t want to be...

A burden.

If he told him, Neuvillette was going to worry. Neuvillette had work, he had case files to read, he had other things to do with his time that weren’t tending to Wriothesley.

He must have waited a long time to respond, because eventually, another message came through.

> Is everything all right?

Fuck... Neuvillette was already worried about him. Wriothesley groaned. Was it the awkward pauses? The fact that he’d been a lot less chatty than he normally was? Or had Neuvillette somehow managed to pick up on something else through the scant messages Wriothesley had already sent?

He would figure it out, if they called. Wriothesley had no doubt. Then, he’d be upset that Wriothesley hadn’t told him sooner.

Steeling himself, he leaned over his phone again. Forced himself to type the words, I’m in heat.

He held his breath and hit send.

All at once, the adrenaline rushed out of him again and he collapsed back into the sheets, burying his face in Neuvillette’s shirt.

His phone rang. He’d expected as much.

With a quiet groan, he picked it up, mumbling a strained, “Hey.”

“Wriothesley?” Neuvillette sounded horribly alarmed, and Wriothesley buried his face deeper into his shirt. “What happened? You told me your heat wasn’t for another—”

“Month and a half, I know. But apparently,” he sighed, momentarily gaining back some of his usual humor. “My body decided that a month and a half from now is actually today.”

Neuvillette didn’t laugh. There was only quiet and static on the other end. A rustle of papers or cloth. “When did it start?”

Wriothesley swallowed. “This morning.”

“Will you be all right?”

No.

He thought it. Didn’t say it, but thought it. His silence, apparently, was more than enough.

“Tell me what’s happening, Wriothesley. Please. Tell me what I can do for you.”

Wriothesley flushed, nuzzling against the collar of his shirt, huffing his scent.

“I have your shirt,” he mumbled. He thought he heard Neuvillette sit down.

“Of course. Does it smell good, Wriothesley?”

“Yeah.” It came out more a whimper than he wanted it to. “Smells like you.”

“Good.” Neuvillette let out a slow, thoughtful breath. Wriothesley could practically see the way his gaze shifted, his rhinophores perking up. “I’d hoped it would be a comfort.”

“It is.” He took in a shuddering breath, not daring to let himself think too hard about the implication that Neuvillette had left it there on purpose. “I want you.”

“I know,” Neuvillette sighed. “I know.” He paused. “Tell me what you’ve been doing, Wriothesley. Have you been working yourself through it?”

Wriothesley swallowed around the lump in his throat. He didn’t know why but... tears sprung up at the corners of his eyes. Hearing Neuvillette’s voice was just so nice, it was almost overwhelming. Fuck, he wanted him there so bad.

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette said, soft but firm. “Have you been working yourself through it?”

“No,” Wriothesley admitted, almost a sob. “I just... can’t, I... it’s not right, it’s not you. And it hurts so bad, Neuvillette, you have no idea, it’s worse than before. It’s like my entire body just needs you, I need you—”

“Shh, I’m here.” He wasn’t, but the sentiment helped. Wriothesley sniffled, pulling the sheet up over him even though he was drenched in sweat, just to feel a little more like someone was there with him. “You said it’s worse, how much worse? On a scale, Wriothesley. How much worse is it?”

Wriothesley snorted into Neuvillette’s shirt. These were some of his own tricks with clients, parroted back at him. “Maybe... eight. It’s bad, Neuvillette. Really bad.”

“Oh, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette whispered. There was an apology laced there, but he held it back. Wriothesley had chided him about that enough times. Still, the words were there. They both knew it was because of the night they fucked. Because Wriothesley’s body had suddenly decided Neuvillette was the ideal mate.

“I don’t know what to do,” Wriothesley muttered, so quiet he wasn’t even sure Neuvillette had heard him. He hated this. Hated being needy, hated being vulnerable, and most of all hated not being able to take care of himself.

“It’s all right,” Neuvillette assured him, letting out a quiet sigh. “Here’s what we’re going to do, Wriothesley. I’m going to direct you, all right? I want you to do exactly as I say. Can you do that for me?”

Wriothesley nodded, shuddering beneath the sheets. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

Fuck. Wriothesley whimpered softly, but did as Neuvillette asked.

“Good boy,” Neuvillette said, and he already felt like he was going to go mad with want, his breath picking up and his heart pounding.

“Slide your hand down your chest for me. Pinch your nipples. Touch your skin where it feels good, and let me hear the sounds you make.”

Wriothesley bit his lip, pinched his nipple hard, moaning down the phone. Fumbling for it, he set it to speaker so he could have his hands free, setting the phone right by his ear to make sure he didn’t miss a single word.

“Now imagine your hand is mine. Understand?”

“Yes,” Wriothesley whispered. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Keep touching yourself, just like that. Close your eyes. Imagine me with you.”

“Yes,” Wriothesley moaned, pinching his nipple again, digging his nails into it just like Neuvillette had when they were together. “Fuck, please.”

He pulled on it, gasped and arched off the bed, and slid his other hand down over his body, feeling his own sensitive, burning skin.

“That's it,” Neuvillette said, sounding a little breathless himself. There was a quiet creak as he leaned back on the couch and Wriothesley whined between his teeth.

“I'm right here,” Neuvillette assured him. “You're doing so well, Wriothesley. You're so good for me. So beautiful for me.”

Wriothesley let out a shuddering breath, fingers brushing the base of his cock. “Fuck, please,” he whispered.

“Do you have your dildo with you, Wriothesley?”

Neuvillette’s voice was so calm, so soothing, it left him burning and aching at the same time. It was working, to have him on the phone. Already, he was nodding as though Neuvillette could see him before remembering he couldn't.

“Yeah, I have it.”

“Have you been using it?”

Wriothesley worried his lip, brushing his fingers along the base of his cock just to feel those incredible pinpricks of pleasure racing up his spine.

“Wriothesley.”

“No,” he admitted softly, and Neuvillette sighed.

“You know it will only get worse if you don't.” It was a gentle chiding, and Wriothesley turned his face into Neuvillette's shirt, breathing in deep.

“I'm worried,” he said against the edge of his phone. “It's not you, and... it's not as big as you. I don't think it'll be enough for me.”

He could hear Neuvillette’s shuddering breath and shifted restlessly against the sheets.

“Here's what we're going to do,” Neuvillette said slowly, though there was an edge to his voice as though he was struggling to maintain his composure. “Slide your fingers between your legs and touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are, tell me how good it feels. Then when I tell you to, slide the dildo in and follow my commands. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” he gasped, and just barely picked up the huff of Neuvillette biting back a groan. He wished so badly he could see him, feel him, coax more of those sounds out of him.

Dipping his fingers between his thighs, he pushed against the soft folds below his cock, pulling them aside to get to his leaking hole.

“Oh,” he moaned as he brushed his fingers over it. “Fuck, I'm so hot and wet, feels so good.”

“How wet, Wriothesley?” Neuvillette coaxed, and Wriothesley picked up the phone, bringing it down between his legs as he dipped his fingers into his slick so that Neuvillette could hear the sticky sounds it made.

Neuvillette let out a low growl as Wriothesley brought the phone back up to his ear, gasping as he pushed two fingers into himself with ease.

“So fucking slick,” he ground out, letting out a low moan as he pushed them deeper. “So wet it's been leaking into my ass. It's fucking everywhere, Neuvillette. I'm so open for you too, I want you so fucking bad.”

He could practically see the flush on Neuvillette's cheeks as his breath picked up on the other end. “What else, Wriothesley?”

“My cunt is so soft and hot inside,” he moaned. “It's like you fucked my hole into the shape of you. I bet you could slide right into me and take me as much as you want. Even your knot. Fuck, I'm starving for your knot.”

Neuvillette’s shaky breath was loud over the phone line now, the trembling huffs and low growls of a frustrated Alpha.

“Want you so bad it hurts,” Wriothesley moaned as he stuffed more fingers into himself.

“Put the dildo in,” Neuvillette said, voice tense and firm. “Now.”

Plucking it off the bedside table, Wriothesley positioned it between his thighs and didn't hesitate. He pushed it into himself in one hard thrust, shoving it in from tip to the swell of the knot, arching and crying out.

Neuvillette’s frustrated snarl was almost immediate and Wriothesley suddenly feared it would aggravate his Alpha instincts, might make Neuvillette’s body think someone else was fucking his mate.

“Fuck, your cock,” Wriothesley moaned in some effort to prevent that. “Your cock feels so good Neuvillette, so fucking good inside me.”

“Yes,” Neuvillette breathed, shaky but trying to regain his composure. “You have no idea how good you feel inside, how much I—” he swallowed hard, and Wriothesley whined for him.

There was something incredibly hot about it. He could picture him too, sitting on his couch still half-dressed in his work clothes. His tie undone, draped over his shoulders. The top button of his shirt undone. His heavy erection trapped and straining against his fly, begging to be released.

“Are you going to touch yourself, too?” Wriothesley asked, breathless. “Touch yourself thinking about me. How fucking bad I want your cock inside me.”

He could hear the quiet sound of Neuvillette's zipper, his moan as he took himself in hand. “Yes,” he whispered. “Fuck yourself for me, Wriothesley. Tell me how good it feels, but don't knot yourself until I say. Until I—”

“Until you come,” Wriothesley agreed, swallowing hard. “Yes. Yes.”

He moaned and arched as he started fucking the dildo into himself, breath growing heavier and heavier. “Neuvillette,” he moaned to encourage him, to entice him, “Neuvillette, please.”

“Keep going,” Neuvillette gasped, his own breath heavy, his voice deep.

Even though it wasn't big enough to be him, with Neuvillette's gasping breaths coming down the phone line, it was easier to pretend it was him and Wriothesley moaned as though it was.

Arching his back, eyes closed, he fucked the dildo into himself hard and fast, trying to time it to the sound of Neuvillette's heavy breathing.

“You feel so good, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette whispered to him. “Taking me so well. You're such a good boy.”

Wriothesley whined and Neuvillette's breathing grew louder. “Please,” he moaned. “Your knot.”

“It's already filling out,” Neuvillette whispered, voice grating. “You can feel it, can't you?”

Wriothesley nodded, imagining that he could. “Yeah, I feel you— fuck, you're so big.”

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette moaned, each breath shaker than the last. “Wriothesley—” He drew in a hitching gasp. “Knot yourself— now—”

Shoving the dildo in deep, Wriothesley groaned as he pushed the swell of the knot against his entrance, sobbing and whining for it as it stretched him out before popping inside.

He gasped as he came, letting out choked up moans into the phone as he fucked it into himself. “Neuvillette,” he groaned. “Neuvillette.”

Neuvillette’s moans joined his own, and Wriothesley dug his nails into the sheets, imagining as well as he could that it was Neuvillette's knot swelling inside him and not the toy.

Neuvillette let out a few choking groans as he came, and Wriothesley gasped for breath, his entire body still burning with heat.

He breathed in Neuvillette's scent off his shirt, pushed himself down harder on the dildo, and gasped as another little orgasm raced up his spine.

As he began to relax, Neuvillette's soft, soothing rumbles down the phone line helped him calm, even if it wasn't the same as having him in person, and there was a distinct edge of frustration laced within them.

“You did well,” Neuvillette told him softly, “good boy.”

Wriothesley whined, rocking onto the knot inside him as he curled around his phone, trying to purr but really not able to, not without Neuvillette's warm body against his own. It all just felt so wrong without him there, his heart still hammering in his chest as though he hadn't been fucked at all.

He knew why that was, too. It didn't used to bother him but now... it was increasingly clear just how much he was missing the Alpha's pheromones, and Neuvillette's seed inside him. His body craved it, an ache that hadn't relented in the least.

Neuvillette didn't ask how he was doing. It was probably clear enough, given Wriothesley's heavy breathing down the phone and the occasional whimper that slipped out between his teeth.

“I'm coming there,” Neuvillette said, soft but firm.

Wriothesley shot upright, sudden clarity lancing through him, the phone held tight to his ear. “No! You can't. You have work, Neuvillette. An important case, right?”

“It doesn't matter,” Neuvillette said, soft but shaky. “I'll give it to another judge.”

“But—” but he couldn't deny the idea of Neuvillette coming to help him made him feel incredibly warm inside. “But it's late.”

“It's all right. I'll eat now and leave shortly.”

It was a four hour drive... he wouldn't be there until nearly midnight.

“You don't have to,” Wriothesley tried again, but Neuvillette's voice was firm down the line.

“Be realistic, Wriothesley. You can't handle this without me, can you?”

Wriothesley swallowed and Neuvillette sighed.

“I won't have you suffering for a week when I know my being there would help. Besides,” his voice softened again. “I want to.”

“Okay,” Wriothesley whispered, still unsure but unable to disguise his relief. “I'll manage until then.”

“Call me if you need anything. I'll text you when I'm on my way.”

“I,” Wriothesley began, the words ‘I love you’ on the tip of his tongue. Instead he said, “Okay. I will.”

When they hung up, he sank back onto the bed, still rocking onto the knot, gasping softly as he held his phone close.

--

Neuvillette kept the phone to his ear for a long moment after Wriothesley hung up. He was a mess, his other hand sticky with the cum he'd spilled all over himself, holding tight to his swollen knot, squeezing as hard as he could in an attempt to satisfy his raging instincts, his need to knot his intended mate in heat.

His shirt and tie had been splattered with drops of cum when he came to the sound of Wriothesley desperately knotting himself, and he groaned and leaned his head back.

This was not how he'd planned to spend his evening but... these things could not always be planned, and caring for Wriothesley had, somewhere along the line, become his top priority.

It certainly didn't help that his instincts agreed. That his instincts screamed that the man he wanted as his mate was in heat, still unclaimed and vulnerable to other Alphas. It made his nostrils flare, his rhinophores glowing softly.

But no one would dare touch his mate, and Wriothesley could take care of himself. Neuvillette would be there soon.

Hastily, he downed leftovers from the fridge and packed a small bag of clothes and anything else he might need for a few days. They could order meals if he wasn't able to cook, and he doubted he would need many sets of clothes but brought enough regardless, at the least to fill in Wriothesley’s nest.

His heart ached to think of him there all alone, twisting in the sheets as he waited, and it hurried his steps until he was finally ready to go.

His heart was racing, tight in his chest as he got in his car, trying not to think about how vulnerable and sweet Wriothesley would be, how warm in his arms, how needy and desperate.

Once he was settled, he texted Wriothesley that he was on his way and pulled out of the driveway.

He needed to focus on the road, but he couldn't help more of those thoughts slipping through amidst worry for his partner. It was an easy, dull drive at least, straight down one of Fontaine's major roads, and with rush hour nearing its end, he could make greater haste with a little room for his mind to wander.

Heat pulsed in his gut, and he fought to keep himself from growing overly hard. It would only distract him, and he needed to focus, needed to get to Wriothesley as quickly as possible.

Wriothesley called him about an hour in, a sleepy lilt to his voice that made his chest ache.

“Where are you?”

Neuvillette chuckled softly. “Not even to Marcotte yet, Wriothesley. It will still be another few hours before I reach you, I apologize.”

“It’s all right. Just knowing you’re coming is enough.”

“So, you really did want me to come.” There was something incredibly satisfying about that knowledge. Despite his understandable protests, Wriothesley wanted him. Needed him.

“Of course I do. Fuck, I need you so bad, Neuvillette.”

He sounded a little more coherent now, but Neuvillette heard a little gasp slip out as he shifted on the bed. Oh, how he longed to be with him.

“Are you sufficiently tending to yourself?”

“Yeah.” He let out another broken little gasp and Neuvillette’s grip tightened on the wheel, heat curling in his belly. He had Wriothesley on speaker phone, the volume loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the engine, and plenty loud enough to hear every little sound he let out. “Just like you told me to.”

“Good boy,” Neuvillette purred, and Wriothesley let out a low moan. Neuvillette smiled at that, his cock twitching in his trousers. “Just keep satisfying yourself until I arrive. Then, I’ll take care of you.”

“I know you will,” Wriothesley groaned. “Fuck, I know you will. I want that... I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“You aren’t bothering me, Wriothesley. You’re my...” He swallowed around the word mate. “My partner. I want nothing more than to tend to you as best I can.”

Wriothesley went quiet for a moment, then said, “Thank you. No one has ever...”

“I know,” Neuvillette muttered. He knew Wriothesley’s experiences with past partners weren’t exactly good, though not necessarily bad, just... difficult. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you want to stay on the phone?”

Again, Wriothesley hesitated. Then he said, “That would be nice. As long as it’s not too distracting.”

Neuvillette smiled softly, watching the cars ahead of him. “It’s all right. I don’t mind at all.”

He tried to keep the conversation light as he drove. Small talk about work, about his day, anything to soothe Wriothesley and both of their instincts. Every so often, Wriothesley let out soft moans, no doubt touching himself or using some toy or other, but for a good portion of the drive he managed to keep himself together.

Only as Neuvillette neared Meropide and entered the city limits did Wriothesley begin to show signs of impatience and distress. He was openly panting into the phone, whining and moaning, and Neuvillette’s fingers trembled where he gripped the steering wheel just a little too hard.

“Wriothesley, listen to me,” he said. “I want you to do something for me. Do you think you can?”

“Yes,” Wriothesley gasped, somewhat muffled by the pillow. “Yes, anything.”

“Take your plug,” he said, slow and even, “from the drawer. Open your other hole for me and put it inside. You may come once more before I arrive, then I want you to wait for me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Wriothesley groaned softly. “Yes, fuck, yes, that’s such a good idea— I want it so bad—”

“I know,” Neuvillette thrummed. “Let me hear you when you put it in.”

He’d always been a patient man, known very well as a judge with an absolute poker face who always maintained complete impartiality. Even so, the sounds Wriothesley made as he opened himself up, tugging on his rim to slide the plug inside, were so obscene he couldn’t help his cock getting hard, couldn’t help the way his fingers flexed on the steering wheel, even as he maintained his focus.

There was a soft, choking sob as Wriothesley undoubtedly came, and Neuvillette’s nostrils flared, pushing his foot down on the pedal just a little harder. Soon. He was almost there.

“Good boy,” he said, as Wriothesley gasped wildly for breath. “See? You shouldn’t have been neglecting yourself all day. Your body needs this, Wriothesley.”

“I know,” Wriothesley groaned. “I know, ah—” He trailed off into another aching moan, and Neuvillette let out a shuddering breath.

“Enough,” he said, voice as sharp as the sound of his cane impacting the floor like a gavel. “You may edge yourself if you wish, but that’s all. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yes, sir,” Wriothesley moaned, and it sent a shock of heat through Neuvillette’s body, his cock twitching where it was trapped in his trousers.

“Is the dildo still inside you?”

“Yes,” Wriothesley admitted, voice strained.

“Take it out.”

Wriothesley whined at that, but it was so clearly an order, Neuvillette knew he would comply. Wriothesley was a strong but gentle man with a keen mind, and though he seemed to like to brat when he was in the right headspace for it, at the end of the day he bent easily under Neuvillette’s firm command.

It was absolute perfection, and never ceased to leave him aching for more.

The sound Wriothesley made as he pulled the dildo out went straight to Neuvillette’s cock. He could imagine it—that soft, open hole, gushing slick, all red on the inside, pliant and ready for him to take.

“You want me to leave the plug in?” Wriothesley asked after a moment, his breath heavy.

“Yes,” Neuvillette said. “Push on it and finger yourself all you like, as long as you don’t come.”

Wriothesley must have nodded but said nothing, only moaned softly.

“I’m going to hang up now,” Neuvillette told him. “I’m nearly there. I’ll ring the bell when I arrive, all right?”

“Yeah,” Wriothesley said, breathless. “I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as they hung up and silence filled the air, Neuvillette flexed his hands on the steering wheel. Letting out a slow shaky breath, he tried not to think too hard about everything he wanted to do to Wriothesley the moment he arrived.

--

Laying by his phone, face pressed into Neuvillette’s shirt, Wriothesley groaned softly as he worked his fingers in and out of his soaked cunt. It felt good even though it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. Neuvillette would be there soon. His....

Mate, his mind screamed, even though they weren’t. Yet. He wanted to be, though. Fuck, especially after this. Neuvillette was driving four hours, skipping work, throwing everything away to be with him.

Rolling onto his stomach, he ground his cock into the bed, groaning as he thought about Neuvillette mounting him. He needed it so bad. And then, he would do anything Neuvillette wanted. Whatever he asked. Wriothesley had to thank him somehow.

He lost track of time easily, rutting against the soft sheets, already damp with sweat and slick. When the doorbell rang, he suddenly sat bolt upright, all but flinging himself out of bed, stumbling for the door.

He buzzed Neuvillette into his apartment building, barely restraining himself from flinging the door open and racing down to meet him.

Instead, he waited patiently just inside, and when he heard Neuvillette’s footsteps, pulled the door open a crack.

He was there. He was really, really there.

“You’re here,” he gasped, opening the door enough to let him in.

Neuvillette’s pupils widened the moment he saw him, standing naked in the doorway, the thick scent of his heat flooding out into the hall. Their mouths met before the door even fully closed, Neuvillette's tongue slipping between his teeth, locking the door one-handed as he pulled Wriothesley against him.

Wriothesley pushed him back against the door, crowding him against it as Neuvillette dropped his bag and took him more fully into his arms.

He was dressed in a full suit. Of course he was. It was a little disheveled but other than that, he looked like he’d come straight from work. He pretty much had.

“Did you eat?” Wriothesley asked into their deep, open-mouthed kisses.

“Yes,” Neuvillette said, biting at his lips, one gloved hand grabbing his back, the other sliding down to squeeze his ass. “I managed. Did you?”

“Not yet,” Wriothesley shook his head. “But I will after. Need you first. Fucking need you so bad.”

Neuvillette spun them, trapping Wriothesley against the door instead as he groaned, arching his naked body against Neuvillette's, the soft fabric of his suit incredible against his hot, oversensitive skin.

Neuvillette held Wriothesley’s body against his own, dragging one of his bare thighs up over his hip, grinding his bulge against Wriothesley’s cunt. Wriothesley sobbed at the feel of it, that thick length against his aching hole, the cock he’d been wanting all day, only separated from him by layers of cloth.

“Fuck,” he gasped against Neuvillette’s mouth, “you’re so hard already, fuck.” He practically climbed into his arms, fingers digging into his back, each kiss needy and desperate as Neuvillette lifted him up and braced him against the door, Wriothesley’s strong thighs locked around his hips.

“I couldn’t help it,” Neuvillette admitted into their kisses, “listening to you on the phone, the way you whined and moaned for me, I’ve found myself hard on and off for hours, Wriothesley.”

Wriothesley let out an aching moan, throwing his head back against the door. Neuvillette’s lips trailed along his jaw to his neck and Wriothesley bared his throat willingly, gasping as Neuvillette bit at his skin, sucking little marks into the side of his neck.

“Yes, please,” he gasped, happily choking on the scent of Alpha in his home, of Neuvillette’s arousal curling around him. It only encouraged him to put off more of his heat pheromones, to draw his desired mate in deeper.

With a shuddering moan, Neuvillette’s fingers wandered lower, spreading the cheeks of Wriothesley's ass and slipping between them to find the end of the plug, pushing on it hard enough that it drew another low groan from Wriothesley's throat.

“Good boy,” Neuvillette purred, the spike of arousal in the Alpha's scent almost dizzying in its strength. Wriothesley's cunt gushed, and he rubbed his slick hole desperately against the thick shape of Neuvillette's cock.

“Fuck me,” he gasped, rolling his hips. “Need your cock. Please, please—”

“Not here,” Neuvillette rumbled, biting at the slope of Wriothesley’s shoulder. “I’ll take you to bed. You should be comfortable, while I—”

“Breed me?” Wriothesley completed when Neuvillette broke off, a little smile curling across his lips. “I want that. Want you.” All he wanted, all he’d wanted all day was to be bred and knotted until he couldn’t think.

“All right,” Neuvillette agreed softly, breath picking up. He pressed warm kisses to his skin as he pulled him away from the door, carrying him just like that to the bedroom, showing off that impressive strength of his that only made Wriothesley want him more.

Wriothesley’s back met the sheets, Neuvillette leaning over him, and Wriothesley dragged him down further by his tie, arching his body and moaning into their open-mouthed kisses.

Neuvillette’s Alpha pheromones were so strong they had him gasping, their combined scent intoxicating, and Wriothesley pulled his knees back to show him just how ready he was, how badly he wanted him.

Neuvillette climbed further onto the bed over him, nudging him back against the pillows. He tore his gloves off, warm hands grabbing Wriothesley's tits, kneading fat and muscle, dragging his nails over peaked nipples as Wriothesley sobbed and Neuvillette bit at his lips.

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette ground out, a low shaky growl, holding him down with one hand as he undid his fly. Wriothesley moaned in delight, tangling his fingers up into that beautiful long white hair.

“Please,” he groaned, dragging him closer by the back of his jacket. “Get in me. Need you inside me now, right fucking now, need your cock so bad, please, fuck, please—”

“Did you hold off on your orgasm as I asked?” Neuvillette muttered, dragging his tongue over the line of Wriothesley’s jaw, nipping at his neck beside one of the bruises he’d already left behind.

“Yes,” Wriothesley groaned, rolling his hips in needy little circles, his cunt aching and his cock throbbing. “Touched myself, but I didn’t come.”

“Good boy,” Neuvillette purred, pushing his knees back a little further. “Lift your hips for me.”

Wriothesley did as he asked, staring down between them as Neuvillette drew out his cock. It was throbbing in his hand, the head flushed dark blue, leaking at the tip. The base was already beginning to swell into a half-formed knot and Wriothesley’s mouth watered.

He needed it immediately.

As the head kissed his folds, nudging between them to find his entrance, Wriothesley let out a desperate, choking sob.

“Fuck—” His eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching as the damp slit met his leaking entrance and began to push inside.

As it pressed in, Wriothesley moaned. His eyes fluttered closed, fingers scrambling to grab onto Neuvillette’s hair and the back of his jacket, his entire body lighting up with pleasure as that thick cock finally filled him. It was hot and huge and perfect, pushing in easily, and Wriothesley arched his hips up higher, not bothering to try to hold back each desperate gasp.

“So wet for me,” Neuvillette hissed, eyes wide as he sank easily into Wriothesley’s body. “You’re so open, Wriothesley.”

He thrust and both of them gasped as he pushed in the rest of the way, their hips smacking together.

“Fuck,” Wriothesley groaned. “I needed you.” He was already rocking his hips to try to get that sweet, sweet friction, fucking himself on Neuvillette’s cock. “So bad.”

“I’m here,” Neuvillette whispered, his hands on Wriothesley’s waist and hips. He pulled him harder onto his cock, teeth biting at his throat as he pulled out a little and thrust inside, a thrust that left Wriothesley seeing stars. “I’m right here.”

“Fuck, yes!” He sobbed as Neuvillette thrust again, hands grabbing at his hair and his jacket, “Fuck yes, Neuvillette yes, Alpha—”

Neuvillette let out a breathless laugh at how eager he was, biting down on the slope of his shoulder again as Wriothsley cried out.

“Good boy,” he growled as he licked over the mark, fingers digging into Wriothesley’s hips, fully intending to leave bruises. “Good boy. Waiting so patiently for me. Opening yourself up for me, crying out so sweetly for me. You're a good Omega, Wriothesley.”

Wriothesley whined, dragging the back of his jacket up over his waist, trying to get at his skin.

“One moment,” Neuvillette whispered, kissing his jaw before sitting back, slipping out of his jacket. His bright, violet gaze remained fixed on Wriothesley as he pulled it off in one brisk movement that left Wriothesley’s mouth watering, stuffing it into his nest beside them.

Wriothesley swallowed hard, groaning, pulling him down by his shirt. Neuvillette managed to get his tie off around his head, adding that to the nest as well before leaning down, their mouths slamming together again.

“You feel so good, fuck,” Wriothesley hissed, untucking Neuvillette’s shirt, pulling it up to claw at the small of his back. “You’re so hot, need you so bad—”

Neuvillette laughed softly against his lips, dragging his teeth over Wriothesley’s mouth, nipping at his lips gently. “You should see yourself, Wriothesley. You’re so beautiful in your heat, all flushed and needy for me.”

Wriothesley groaned at that, moving his hips against Neuvillette’s, trying to get him in deeper again, his legs wrapping around Neuvillette’s waist.

Whining softly, he opened his mouth into their kiss, let Neuvillette push his tongue inside, licking at the roof of his mouth and the backs of his teeth. He normally might have fought back, at least enough to goad Neuvillette into kissing him deeper and fucking him harder, but in his heat-addled state, he just wanted Neuvillette to take him.

“Sweet boy,” Neuvillette purred, sucking Wriothesley’s lower lip between his teeth, fucking into him harder. It felt so good, Wriothesley just moaned and closed his eyes, opening his legs as wide as he could, angling his hips up to let Neuvillette fuck as deep as they both wanted.

The sounds they made were obscene, his cunt gushing slick around Neuvillette’s cock, even as Neuvillette fucked him harder and faster, bullying his cervix with each thrust, sending shocks of white-hot pleasure through his body.

Wriothesley’s short cock leaked desperately, trapped between their bellies, the plug heavy in his ass, grinding against Neuvillette’s cock inside him with each thrust. He felt near delirious with the pleasure, couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel when Neuvillette knotted him, whining for it, his heels digging into the small of Neuvillette’s back, fingers pulling at his sweat-soaked shirt as he gasped little cries of pleasure and half-formed pleas.

Neuvillette nipped at Wriothesley’s jaw, bit at his neck and his throat, sucking bruises into his skin. He mouthed his way to the slope of Wriothesley’s shoulder, so close to his scent gland Wriothesley whined eagerly, giving Neuvillette as much of his neck as he possibly could.

“I won’t bond you yet,” Neuvillette whispered, dragging his tongue and teeth over that sensitive spot reverently, slowly, and Wriothesley whimpered, eyes rolling back in his head, offering Neuvillette more and more of his neck.

“Please,” he gasped. “Please, please I want you to, please, need you—”

“Not yet,” Neuvillette repeated. “Not while you’re in heat, not when we haven’t talked about it. I won’t take advantage of you, Wriothesley, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. I do want it. Want you to be mine.”

He sucked gently on the skin beside his scent gland, growling low in his throat, and Wriothesley sobbed, rolling his hips harder onto Neuvillette’s cock. “I am yours. Fuck, I’m yours. All yours.”

“You are,” Neuvillette assured him with a sharp thrust that had Wriothesley reeling and sobbing. “My Omega. Mine.”

“Fuck—” He was coming before he even realized it, head thrown back as his body clenched up, trembling as Neuvillette kept fucking into him, drawing him through it. “Oh fuck, Neuvillette— Neuvillette—”

Neuvillette let out a low growl, and with a quiet sound of frustration, bit down hard beside his scent gland. “Mine.”

As his teeth sunk into flesh, Wriothesley shouted in delight. Growling louder, Neuvillette thrust in deep, biting harder as he groaned. Wriothesley’s needy sobs filled the air as he grasped at Neuvillette’s shirt, the Alpha trembling above him, rutting his hips until he finally came.

Wriothesley gasped for breath as Neuvillette’s knot swelled inside him and he spilled into his belly. He pushed in deeper as he thrust, the knot pressing hard against the plug in Wriothesley’s ass, stretching and filling him until he couldn’t do anything but sob and moan from the unrelenting pleasure coursing through him, his body forced into another intense orgasm.

“Fuck, your knot—” he gasped, fucking himself onto it as Neuvillette moaned and rocked it into him, grinding it against his soft insides and the plug buried inside him. “So big. Oh, it’s so good—”

“Wriothesley—” Neuvillette groaned. “Oh, Wriothesley.” He reached down between them, slipping his fingers into the crack of Wriothesley’s ass, hooking his fingers along the base of the plug as he began to pull. “I apologize, but this, I— I must—”

In his hindbrain, it must have felt like another Alpha trying to claim his mate, and Wriothesley sobbed softly at the implications of that, that Neuvillette wanted him so badly, not even a toy could be in his way.

Both of them groaned as he pulled on it, dragging it out with a wet pop. Wriothesley shouted as it came free, shuddering through another orgasm, and Neuvillette moaned and shoved his cock in deeper. His knot swelled more as he seated himself fully, gasping wildly for breath. Wriothesley clawed at his back, nipping desperately at Neuvillette’s neck, whining for him.

“Mine,” Neuvillette growled against the sweat-slicked slope of Wriothesley’s shoulder, fucking into him again, rutting their hips together. “Only mine. Nothing inside you but me. My knot. Mine to claim. Mine, mine.”

He bit down on Wriothesley’s shoulder again, reaching up to squeeze one of his tits hard. Wriothesley sobbed and clung desperately to him. “I’m all yours,” he promised, arching his body. “Only yours. Your Omega.”

With a low growl, Neuvillette thrust, coming again as his knot filled out completely, bigger than Neuvillette’s fist inside him. It was huge. Bigger than he remembered, so fucking big.

Neuvillette’s control was clearly slipping, his pheromones thick, drowning Wriothesley in the scent of the sea. Wriothesley clung to him, whimpered for him, loved him like this, possessive and needy.

“Yes,” he groaned as Neuvillette came inside him again, filling him up, one last orgasm punching through Wriothesley's body at the sensation. His vision went white from its intensity, and he sobbed as Neuvillette fucked him through it, dragging it out until his limbs finally stopped trembling.

As they both tried to catch their breath, their scents shifted from something desperate to something sweet, a combined scent of relief and satisfaction. Relaxing against him, Neuvillette nuzzled his neck and began to purr, scenting over bruises he’d left behind.

Fingers curled into Neuvillette’s shirt, Wriothesley felt his body relaxing too, satisfied at last after being wrought with tension and need all day. He let out a little rumbling purr of his own, secure beneath his mate with Neuvillette's knot plugging him full. Pressing his lips beneath Neuvillette’s ear, Wriothesley scented him there too, pulling him closer.

The only thing missing was the bite. His fangs itched for it. He could tell Neuvillette felt the same, nipping at his skin beside his scent gland, scenting over it as he let out low rumbling purrs. But Neuvillette had always been careful and respectful and Wriothesley appreciated that about him. Loved that about him.

Fuck, still hadn’t told him that, and his cheeks flushed as he thought it.

Neuvillette must have picked up on something in his scent because he drew back, leaning over him to study Wriothesley with those keen, beautiful eyes. One warm palm cupped his cheek and Wriothesley sucked in a breath, unable to resist turning his face into that touch, pressing a kiss to Neuvillette's palm.

Neuvillette sucked in a quiet breath, leaning in to press their foreheads together. “Wriothesley, I...” the words caught on his lips as well, but Wriothesley could sense the shift in his scent, too, and his eyes widened. Between them was something undeniably warm.

“I think... I love you, Neuvillette,” Wriothesley whispered, daring to be the first to speak, to put words to that feeling swelling up in his chest.

Neuvillette’s eyes widened slightly, then he bumped Wriothesley’s nose with his own and let out a soft purr. “I love you as well, Wriothesley. Truly, I do. Words cannot describe—” he choked off, curling over him, turning Wriothesley’s face up to brush their lips together. “What I feel for you is—”

Wriothesley looked up at him through half-closed eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm, a smile curling across his lips as Neuvillette struggled to get the words out.

Neuvillette swallowed. “More intense than I have ever felt for anyone. A possessiveness I've never known. You could drive me to madness from wanting you, Wriothesley.”

“I feel the same,” he whispered, tangling his fingers gently into Neuvillette's hair. “Now stop talking and kiss me.”

Their mouths met once more, and it was the sweetest, warmest kiss he'd ever known.