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Coriolanus groans as Sejanus presses him down into the mattress, his hands tangling in the alpha’s tousled curls.
Sejanus’s teeth nip at his neck, his tongue sliding over his pulse point. His blood is pounding in his veins, his breathing rough and worn.
“Sejanus…” Coriolanus moans as the alpha turns to rub his cheek against his scent gland, filling Coriolanus’s palate with his own heavy scent, all cinnamon and woodsy. The smell of safety. The smell of home.
He feels the alpha rumble with a laugh. “Be patient Coryo,” he chides. Coriolanus huffs.
He’s aching with desire, has been since the start of his heat just a few hours before. His body burns with the desire to be filled, to be bred, to be mated-
He hadn’t been due for a heat just now. But it had come early, his now-frequent and repeated exposure to Sejanus and his pheromones causing his body to kick into gear, his stupid omega biology preparing himself for pups, his body so in sync with that of the alpha’s. So when Sejanus had started to show symptoms of an oncoming rut, when the typically docile alpha became dominating and possessive- Coriolanus’s body had responded in kind.
Thus bringing on his heat.
He’s never had a heat come early. Growing up, he’d never been exposed to many alpha sex-pheromones, never had the scent of desire directed at him. He’d kept himself carefully tucked away from other alpha’s who were in or nearing a rut, too nervous that his own alpha facade would be undone if his body sent him into heat early. No one ever questioned Coriolanus’s self proclaimed status as an alpha- all Snow men were alphas after all. But certainly it’d all be over if they caught whiff of his nature-born instinct to submit on his scent.
He shudders as he remembers how close a call it had been with their fellow peacekeepers this morning. His heat had come on during their breakfast, when Coriolanus hadn’t been prepared for the sudden onslaught of hormones and desires, hadn’t been prepared to give an excuse and lay low for a few days. But then, one look at Sejanus, one sample of his scent- and Coriolanus had understood. The alpha had been restless for a few days, and Coriolanus had suddenly recognized his own symptoms of heat, which he’d so stupidly ignored, knowing he wasn’t due for a few weeks.
Silently, Coriolanus thanks the Capitol issued scent blockers, knowing that they’d certainly boughten both of them a bit of time to get out of the other alphas’ scent range.
It’d been close, but they’d managed. The nurse who’d helped Coriolanus before, back with his last unexpected heat, had secured Sejanus and himself a room in the medical building, tucked far enough out of the way that the others wouldn’t be able to pick up their scent. Conveniently, a few of the other peacekeeper recruits had come down with a district flu just the day before- so their own disappearance won’t be particularly noticed.
And it’s a good thing too, because Coriolanus doesn’t think he could leave this room if he tried. The alpha atop him is making sure of it.
Just then, Sejanus licks a hot stripe along Coriolanus’s neck, his tongue sliding over his scent gland and throwing his head back into the present. Coriolanus groans, his hands pulling at Sejanus’s hair.
His partner has been going too slow. Far too slow. Coriolanus has been ready for his knot for what seems like hours- but, per the alpha’s preferences- they’ve been taking this particular session slower, and Coriolanus feels he might explode with his want.
“Come on,” he whines, his body bucking up into Sejanus’s. His skin aches with fever, and his cock throbs between his legs, still mostly untouched. He knows his scent must be irresistible to Sejanus at this point, and a part of him feels scorned that the alpha can contain himself from positively devouring Coriolanus just now. Doesn’t he always say how terribly he wants Coriolanus? How lucky he is to have him as a partner? How back home, the rest of their peers would be tripping over themselves to mate with Coriolanus, if only they’d known him to be an omega?
Sejanus growls at Coriolanus, the sound rumbling through him, so in contrast to the alpha’s usual demeanor. Coriolanus feels himself go lax, his arms hanging loosely around Sejanus’s neck as he instinctually submits to the alpha.
Sejanus notices and then sighs, pulling back to peer at Coriolanus. Something that he sees softens Sejanus’s expression, and he leans down to press a kiss on Coriolanus’s brow.
“I just want this time to be special,” he murmurs. Coriolanus huffs.
“I know,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes, trying to disguise the flush that begins to color his cheeks. “But it’s really no big deal-“
Sejanus brushes a stray curl from Coriolanus’s eyes. “It is special Coryo,” he murmurs. “Mating with you is the most important thing I’ll ever do in my life.”
Coriolanus’s heart thuds in his chest. He feels weak and dizzy, and is suddenly grateful he’s already laying down. “You’ll do a lot more important things than that,” he mumbles, turning his face aside, no longer wishing to meet Sejanus’s eyes. “Trust me.”
Sejanus’s voice grows soft. “Hey- look at me babe.” He reaches out a hand, gently tilting Coriolanus’s face back towards his. “Nothing in my life is as important as you Coryo.” His voice is low, his eyes insistent. “Nothing.”
A flame ignites in Coriolanus’s core while goosebumps ripple across his skin. His lofty attitude fizzles away, his hesitation melting like butter under Sejanus’s eyes. “Then do it,” he challenges, breathless with his own want. “Mate me.”
A smile tugs at the corners of Sejanus’s mouth. He leans in, sealing his lips over Coriolanus’s, kissing him slow and deep. “I plan to,” he murmurs against his lips. “But you still need to be patient.”
The alpha rocks his hips down to punctuate his words, and Coriolanus groans at the friction, his cock aching in the confines of his boxers. They’d both already stripped everything else away, having shed their clothes the moment they got the door closed to their borrowed room, both of them aching to get their hands on the other’s flesh, to feel them raw and real beneath their palms.
Coriolanus almost wonders if his early heat is a blessing in disguise- at least it’s a chance for some uninterrupted time with Sejanus. The two of them haven’t gotten much of that in the few months that they’ve been together, not since Coriolanus’s last heat anyway, when the two of them had first hooked up.
Sejanus begins to kiss a trail down Coriolanus’s neck, his lips ghosting over his sensitive skin, all flushed and achy with fever. His hands roam across his chest, his fingers sliding lovingly over his ribs, moving up to trace at his collar bone. His touch moves lower then, his thumbs rolling over Coriolanus’s perked nipples, sending a prickle of pleasure throughout him.
His hips buck upward of their own volition, just as Sejanus’s tongue slides over his unmarred skin, just begging to be bitten.
“Come on,” Coriolanus moans, and again Sejanus pulls away, clearly intent on leaving him wanting. Coriolanus groans at the loss- his lover is so terribly cruel to him, so awfully-
He sucks in a breath as Sejanus begins to trail his lips down Coriolanus’s neck, down his collar and across his chest, his mouth peppering feather-soft kisses in his wake. His lips find one of Coriolanus’s nipples, already perked and rosy from Sejanus’s touch. The heat of his breath brings a shiver to Coriolanus’s spine. And then his tongue is darting out, sliding over the bud before swirling around it, and the sensation is so small, so contained, and already Coriolanus feels that it’s too much to bear.
He moans, his back arching as he presses himself closer to Sejanus, his partner’s mouth beginning to suck. And then Sejanus is moving again, bringing his mouth lower still- and Coriolanus has half a mind to wonder how Sejanus is staying so composed during this, how he’s not ripping Coriolanus apart at the seams as he usual does, how he’s not forcing Coriolanus’s legs apart so that he might slide himself in.
Lips slide over Coriolanus’s pelvis, making him squirm in the bed, his cock throbbing in his boxers, begging for Sejanus’s touch. The alpha begins to tug the waistband down with his teeth- slowly, tantalizingly, exposing his burning flesh to the cool air.
When Coriolanus’s cock springs free, Sejanus pulls back a bit, pulling his boxers down the rest of the way, and discarding them onto the floor behind him. Coriolanus’s cock pulses, precum sliding down the shiny head, dripping down the shaft. The alpha groans at the sight, a rumble sounding in his throat, which sends flickers of heat to Coriolanus’s core. He thinks he might just die under the weight of Sejanus’s gaze- so wanting, so lustful, so possessive. Coriolanus is used to being the possessive one, and for some reason, seeing his own greed reflected back in Sejanus’s eyes makes him feel more vulnerable than ever before.
The feeling both terrifies him, and excites him more than he can say. There’s something about allowing himself to be the prize for once, allowing himself to be the pawn, that tears at something deep inside his chest, something boarded up and boxed away long ago, which begs to see the light of day.
“Please-“ he chokes out, and the alpha doesn’t seem to need much more prompting.
Sejanus’s tongue licks across the tip of Coriolanus’s cock, pressing flat against the sensitive head. Coriolanus groans, then Sejanus is taking him in mouth, his lips stretching around him so wonderfully as he sinks deeper and deeper.
He doesn’t have a gag reflex, Coriolanus dully notes, then wonders if Sejanus has done this before, or if he’d tested it out with his own fingers down his throat. The thought feels shakily formed, the forefront of his mind too preoccupied with the wet heat of Sejanus’s mouth for him to wonder at Sejanus’s newfound skill.
After taking him to the base, Sejanus begins to suck, his cheeks hallowing as he starts to bob his head. Coriolanus’s body winds itself up, every nerve feeling on fire, every muscles tensed. His fingers tangle in Sejanus’s hair, pulling at the strands as the alpha slides his tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock head- and Coriolanus is coming, everything inside of him snapping as his release gets swallowed down by Sejanus’s mouth.
White paints his vision as his body goes numb with his pleasure. His core still aches, his skin still prickles, and he still feels terribly empty- but all of that is dulled under the bliss that courses through him.
The comforting scent of Sejanus washes through him, and he faintly registers the feel of his alpha rubbing his cheek along his neck, his wrists along his flank. Marking him up, engulfing him in his scent, claiming him so completely without having claimed him yet at all. Ever the gentle alpha, so at odds with how Coriolanus thought all alphas were born to be.
When he comes more fully to, it’s to find Sejanus stripped of his own boxers, his cock hard and throbbing with his own want. He peppers kisses all across Coriolanus’s body, his lips pressing onto his ribs, his thighs, his hips, his shoulders.
His cock still throbs with want, and his core feels achingly empty. He can scent the overwhelming desire coming off of Sejanus in waves, can sense his composure slipping away, his kind manners begging to be done away with.
“Sejanus…” he murmurs, and his lover is there at his beck and call, his wonderfully soft eyes peering down at him as he gently cups his cheek.
“Yes Coryo?” Sejanus’s voice is husky, his skin shined with sweat. Coriolanus’s own body throbs, his instincts begging him to be bred, his very being begging to be mated.
“Take me,” Coriolanus begs, and Sejanus’s resolve seems to crumble.
His lips crush into Coriolanus’s own as one of his hands slides down, pushing his thighs apart. Coriolanus hesitates for a moment, a last flicker of doubt crossing his mind- but it’s gone just as soon as it’d come, and Coriolanus is spreading his legs, willingly presenting himself to the alpha.
Sejanus’s finger traces over his entrance, picking up a bit of his slick that his body has so generously produced.
“Do you need any-?”
“I’m ready,” Coriolanus insists, and that’s all the prompting Sejanus needs.
The alpha lines himself up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against Coriolanus’s entrance. He shudders, his body singing with his own need- oh how terribly he wants this. His want is a frightening thing, a savage beast that lies in wait in his chest- but for once, he lets it go.
“Ready?”
“Yes-“
Coriolanus’s voice is cut off as he moans, Sejanus pushing himself in, filling him so wonderfully with his cock. The two of them fit together so perfectly and completely, like they each were made for the other’s warmth. Coriolanus’s body eagerly takes Sejanus, his back arching as the alpha pushes deeper, deeper- until finally he bottoms out, his face tucked into Coriolanus’s neck.
They both lay there for a second, getting used to the feeling, catching their breath. Sejanus’s hot breath brushes along Coriolanus’s unbitten neck, his skin tingling in anticipation.
Sejanus presses a soft kiss right on his pulse point, and then he begins to move.
Only a few months together, and already Sejanus knows Coriolanus’s body better than he knows it himself. His cock brushes his prostate with every pass, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, his fingers and toes tingling with the intensity of it. Sejanus’s usually steady pace is shaky and clumsy, the only visible sign of his overpowering rut. He fucks into Coriolanus like this is their last chance to be together, like his emotions could be conveyed through his touch. He fucks into him like Coriolanus’s body is a temple, somehow deserving of Sejanus’s praise, of his faithful worship.
Sejanus groans, and his thrusts grow quicker. Coriolanus’s arms slide from Sejanus’s neck down to his shoulders, his fingers clawing at his skin as he tries to find purchase. Everything is wound so tight inside of him, everything pent up and ready for release.
Coriolanus’s head falls back into the pillows, his neck laid bare- and then Sejanus is leaning in, pausing when his lips hover just above Coriolanus’s skin.
“Are you sure?” Sejanus asks, pulling away for a moment, his hips slowing in their thrusts. Coriolanus doesn’t have to hesitate- perhaps he once would have, perhaps he still should. But he doesn’t.
He never could, not with this alpha. Not with his alpha. He’s never been more sure about something in his life.
“Yes,” he insists, his eyes blinking open to find Sejanus’s gaze. His lover’s cheeks are darkened with a flush, his hair mused from Coriolanus’s own hands.
He’s mine, Coriolanus thinks, incredulous with the idea of it. And now I’ll be his.
Sejanus leans down, pressing his lips carefully onto Coriolanus’s. Despite the heat and passion and desire flooding the room, this kiss is entirely sweet- like honey dripping from a spoon, like sugar melting on the tongue.
Sejanus pulls away, tucking his face back into Coriolanus’s neck. He picks up the pace once again, thrusting into Coriolanus with vigor now that he has his permission, each pass making Coriolanus huff out a breath.
Sejanus groans as Coriolanus clenches down on him, his back arching as he pushes himself closer, his head turning to the side to give Sejanus more room at his neck.
His lover’s lips slide along the sensitive skin, making Coriolanus whine with want and anticipation. His body is thrumming with his need, his heart stuttering in his chest- he wants this so terribly, so so terribly-
A wash of the alpha’s pheromones covers Coriolanus with the scents of pack-protect-mine-
And then Sejanus is opening his mouth, is biting down on Coriolanus’s neck, right where his mating bite should be, where it has always been meant to be. The pressure is light at first, and then it’s piercing, but the pain doesn’t bring Coriolanus discomfort- instead it floods his body with euphoria, a certain rightness settling in his bones. White hot pleasure bleeds out from his skin, covers his whole essence with it- and then he’s coming with a choked off cry, his eyes screwed shut as Sejanus thrusts into him once more, twice- and then he’s coming too, his knot swelling inside of Coriolanus, keeping them locked together, as they were always meant to be.
Sejanus releases his neck, his head dropping down onto Coriolanus’s chest. The two of them pant in unison, catching their breath as one. Coriolanus’s skin still tingles from Sejanus’s touch, his neck still throbbing with pain and pleasure.
“I love you Coryo,” Sejanus mumbles into his skin. Coriolanus’s heart leaps at his words, his chest aching with how full it feels
To be held in the arms of someone else’s love used to terrify him. The thought of letting himself be seen, to be taken used to fill him with dread.
But not anymore. Not when it’s Sejanus’s love he’s resting in, not when it’s Sejanus’s eyes he’s being gazed at from. Not when it’s Sejanus who is taking him.
After all- Sejanus is only taking what he is owed.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, not at all surprised with how certainly he means the words. Gently, he moves his hand up to pet at the tangled curls on Sejanus’s head. The alpha purrs at the contact, nuzzling his face closer as his body goes lax, his weight blanketing over Coriolanus so wonderfully.
His own body feels worn and full. His fevered skin doesn’t feel so achy, and the painful emptiness in his core is long gone, now that he has Sejanus inside of him.
Exhaustion crashes over him, this brief moment of calm in his heat a welcome respite.
So he lets himself lean into it, lets himself breath in the scent of Sejanus all around him- the scent of his want, the scent of his protection, the scent of his possession.
The scents wrap around him, seeping in to his pores, settling into his very being. Lulling him to sleep with their overwhelming sense of safety- of home.
His home. Because his home now rests wherever Sejanus lies, his safety wherever his arms encircle him.
I am his, Coriolanus thinks, a smile tugging at his lips as exhaustion pulls him under, his body safely wrapped in his alpha’s arms.