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Sitting with Henry on the couch in their home is the best thing Alex has ever felt. Whoever said their honeymoon phase was gonna end fast because it burned bright was a moron. Alex truly can’t imagine not being ecstatic to come home to Henry, his husband and mate, his best friend and his lover. Everything is great.
“Christ my fucking head hurts,” Henry says, pressing his face into Alex’s thigh.
Okay, not everything.
Alex pushes a hand through Henry’s hair, pushing it off the scent gland at the back of his neck. Henry smells amazing, a warm mix of both their scents that’s sweet vanilla and spicy cinnamon, but there’s a sour note of pain in it. Alex frowns, massaging Henry’s scalp. “It feels like you’re getting headaches more often babe. Anything wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Henry says, melting under Alex’s fingers on his scalp. “My suppressants are just killing my head. Think I’ve been taking them too long, I probably need a break soon.”
Alex hums thoughtfully. “Or you could get off them for good.”
Henry looks up at Alex, squinting at him. His eyes, lovely as always, narrow. “Completely?”
“It’s up to you, always,” Alex says, holding his hand up in surrender before Henry can get in his head about his heats. They usually have pretty intense conversations whenever the topic of taking a break from suppressants comes up, because good ole Anglican hang-ups about the sins of the flesh and whatnot. Henry’s got a little over a decade of being shamed for his secondary gender by his grandmother that he’s working through in therapy. The fact that Henry’s bringing up taking a break from the pills himself is a testament to how much they must be bothering him. “But we’re mates, and married, and we don’t have to run around to be on the same continent for two weeks in a row.” Henry nods, settling back into Alex’s lap. Alex can practically smell Henry’s omega considering the idea. “We could share your heat every time now. No more suppressant side effects.”
Henry’s brows come together, a thoughtful line forming between them. He can stay on suppressants for about a year and a half straight before he starts getting migraines and cramps from Alex’s observations. To Alex, it’s an easy choice; they have a nice home without neighbors breathing down their necks, they have a whole spare room to turn into a nesting space for Henry, and, most importantly, they’re mated. And married, which matters as far as Henry’s English sensibilities count. They've checked all the boxes and now they don’t have a reason to use suppressants and white knuckle through heats and ruts without each other.
Of course, that’s Henry’s choice. Alex would respect it if Henry wanted to ride out his twenties on suppressants. But Henry’s thoughtful expression tells Alex that maybe he hit the nail on the head by offering to go without them.
Henry bites his lower lip. “I’m… not ready for pups.”
“Oh shit, me neither,” Alex says, shaking his head sharply. They’re not in a place for kids yet, as far as Alex is concerned. They need more time to be Henry and Alex before adding dependents to the mix. “Fuck, that’s a whole different conversation. I’m still on birth control. I'm not saying we try for pups yet, I just think we could start practicing.”
That makes Henry’s whole face go red, and the man barks a sharp, shocked laugh. “I’ll call my doctor,” he finally settles, looking up at Alex. He thinks about his next words carefully, Alex can see him rolling them around on his tongue. “I want to share my heats with you, for the record.”
Alex grins. He’s never taken blockers, because his ruts are mild. If pressed, he could go to the office in the middle of one. While Henry is more than happy to lend a hand, Alex craves those rare chances when they can line up their travel schedules and cycles. Knowing it doesn’t have to be rare, Alex can hardly be blamed for being excited.
“I’m glad,” Alex says, soft and honest in a way he can only be with Henry. “Plus I’ve been missing the taste of your slick so bad-”
“Alex.”
Alex spends his ride home Friday humming along to the radio. Henry’s heat isn’t due to start until Monday, so he’s got the whole next week off to take care of his mate. He probably won’t have as much free time in the days to follow, but Henry’s had a rough few weeks getting off suppressants and Alex wants to make sure Henry has time to recuperate if he needs it. Just the thought of being with Henry for a week straight with no interruptions feels like a treat. Knowing Henry is going to be hot and needy and desperate for Alex? That’s a gift, one he’s honored to accept. He taps his fingers against the wheel as he drives up the gravel in front of their ranch home, the light of the setting sun catching on his wedding band.
Alex is practically skipping up the front steps. He drops his briefcase on the low bench just inside their mud room, kicking his loafers off to put away in their bedroom later. He shoves his glasses up into his curls as he pads into the living room. His oncoming heat has made Henry especially domestic. The house is sparkling clean, like Martha Stewart is set to feature them in her magazine, again. Alex is no slouch, but post-marriage bliss doesn’t always equate to doing the dishes promptly. Henry’s taken care of that. As Alex searches for his mate he crosses through a spotless kitchen, past the impeccably tidied dining room, and into their orderly bedroom. The bedsheets are done to military standards, although the duvet is missing.
But no Henry.
Alex can smell he’s in the house, pumping out pre-heat pheromones full of their mingled scent. The cinnamon-vanilla-honey leads him toward the nesting room. The door is cracked open, breathless little noises coming from inside that go straight to Alex’s alpha. The scent is too sharp for pre-heat, and when Alex nudges the door open he sees why.
Henry is settled in the middle of their nest, naked, with a pile of Alex’s shirts around him, their laundry basket lying on the floor a few feet away from the bed. Henry is damp with sweat, hair dark with it, legs shining in the low lamp-light of the nesting room. His legs are spread wide open, cock curved up towards his stomach and cunt dripping with slick. Henry’s got two fingers buried between his folds that he’s grinding down on. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, his face flushed, head thrown back in the pillows behind him. When Alex clears his throat Henry’s eyes shoot open. They’re hazy, clouded with a lust so thick Alex can practically feel it in the air between them.
“Hey baby,” Alex says, voice softer than usual. Henry whines low in his throat, shoving his fingers even deeper inside himself. “What happened, sweet thing?”
“Heat came early,” Henry says, breathless and so turned on Alex’s dick twinges in sympathy. “Didn’t want to bother you at- fuck- work.”
Alex reaches down to peel off his sweater, light cashmere because it’s still 60 degrees in Texas in January. Henry makes grabby hands for it instantly (well, a grabby hand, the other one is busy). Alex walks over to hand it to Henry and watches as it immediately gets tucked into the nest next to their duvet and Alex’s favorite CLAREMONT 2016 sweatshirt. Alex shucks his pants next and climbs into the nest, settling in between Henry’s legs. He reaches up, cupping Henry’s face.
“Call me next time,” he says firmly. Henry shivers hearing the conviction in Alex’s words, rocking on his fingers. “How long?”
“An hour,” Henry answers quickly, then pauses. “Hour and a half, maybe. Fuck, too long, need you.”
“Shh, you’ve got me,” Alex soothes, reaching his arm behind Henry’s head to brush his wrist over the back of his mate’s neck. Something settles in Henry when their scent glands touch. His shoulders lose some of their tension as he leans into the touch, purring low in his chest. Alex taps Henry’s arm. “Come on, let me take care of you, Hen.”
Henry shudders as he drags his fingers out of his cunt, a string of slick connecting them. Alex drags Henry’s hand up and takes both fingers into his mouth. The warm honey of Henry’s slick bursts over his tongue, sweeter from his heat but still so utterly Henry. Alex hums his satisfaction. This is exactly what he’s missed while Henry was on suppressants and his taste was dampened. He makes a show of enjoying his treat, watching Henry’s face heat and hips buck.
Alex takes Henry’s fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. He’s going straight to the source. Based on the scent Henry is pumping out, the man is too worked up for Alex to start anything else. Henry needs to get off before Alex’s dick gets anywhere near him.
Henry whines, blinking up at Alex with wet eyes. Alex coos, leaning down to kiss Henry. He’s utterly shameless, licking into Alex’s mouth and wrapping his arms around Alex’s neck. He rubs his wrist on the back of Alex’s neck, scenting him and filling the room with vanilla and honey. Preferably, Alex would’ve had the time to shower the day off, get rid of any scents from his office. Henry doesn’t seem interested in letting Alex go, trying to overpower any stray omega Alex may have encountered with his own scent. Alex is content to let him.
“So sweet,” Alex says, pushing his nose into the space behind Henry’s ear. Henry digs his nails into Alex’s shoulders, shaking all over. He really did work himself up, bouncing on his fingers when he should have had Alex in the nest with him. Alex can’t go back in time, but he’s planning to make it up to him. “I’ve got you, baby, just stay sweet for me.”
He kisses his way down Henry’s neck and chest, leaving plenty of teasing bites. They have a whole week to let the bruises fade, and he’s going to make the most of it. He leaves a bite over the jut of Henry’s hip bone that has the omega squirming, fingers burying themselves in Alex’s curls. By the time Alex gets to Henry’s dick, the man is crying and writing against the pillows. Alex gets his mouth around Henry’s perfect little omega dick, sucking on it hard. Henry’s legs clamp down around Alex’s ears so fast he hears a ringing noise for a second, but that’s just further encouragement. Alex digs his fingers into Henry’s thighs, surely pushing bruises into the pale skin. When Alex pulls off to nuzzle against the scent gland in the crease of Henry’s inner thigh he keens so loud Alex is glad they don’t have neighbors for a good half-mile.
“Alex, please,” Henry pants, clenching his fists in Alex’s hair. His hands are shaking, legs trembling. Alex throws them over his shoulders, turning his face into Henry’s thigh to leave another love bite. Henry usually loves pressing down on the bruises between waves in his heat, and Alex loves indulging him. Henry tugs on Alex’s curls, impatient with how worked up he is. “Alpha.”
Henry shouts when Alex licks a stripe over his hole. Henry is dripping with slick, enough that Alex’s tongue all but glides between his folds. The taste of him is suffocating and heady, enough that if Alex weren’t as strong-willed as he is he’d probably be popping a knot on the spot. As is, he sinks a finger in next to his tongue. Henry clamps down on him, so clearly aching for Alex’s knot. He rocks his hips up into Alex’s face, ankles locked over his shoulders. Alex’s toes curl when another hot rush of slick coats his tongue.
God, but isn’t his baby sweet as can be?
Alex eats Henry out like he was born for it, lapping up the man’s slick and angling his fingers to find the man’s sweet spot. Two of Alex’s fingers are thicker than two of Henry’s, something the man sounds very appreciative about judging by his moans. Despite being an omega, Henry isn’t passive in bed, not so early into his heat. He rocks against Alex's tongue, letting him know when he likes what Alex is doing with moans that go straight to Alex’s dick. Henry’s burning hot against his mouth, pulsing with need. Alex can taste every inch Henry gets closer to coming. By the time Henry is shaking apart, Alex’s chin is soaked and his scalp is stinging from Henry pulling on his hair. It’s worth it when the orgasm barrels through Henry, the tension melting from his hips so suddenly he nearly slides off Alex’s shoulders.
“There he is,” Alex says, giving a parting lick to Henry’s drenched cunt. Henry shudders, smoothing his fingers over Alex’s scalp. Henry’s scent is pouring out of him, and Alex is all too happy to share the taste of his slick between their mouths. Henry whines at the taste of himself on Alex’s tongue, chasing after it when Alex tries to pull away. When he finally gives Alex’s mouth a break they’re both breathless.
Alex can feel his knot stirring, his rut fully settling in. His entire body feels hot, burning with the need to bury himself inside Henry and knot his mate. Henry picks up the change in Alex’s scent and blinks, something warm and heavy settling in his eyes. He shoves Alex back just far enough to roll over, presenting himself to Alex beautifully. Settled on his knees with his chest pillowed by one of Alex’s sweaters and the bunched-up duvet, Henry’s bowed back looks like it’s been carved from marble. His knees are spread so far apart Alex can see where Henry’s slick is dripping out and trailing down his thighs. His cunt is red and pulsing, begging for attention only Alex can give him. The position also shows his scarred scent gland, the proof of their mating bond. Alex’s heart pounds in his chest, focus narrowed in on his beautiful omega begging to be filled and fucked and knotted into the mattress.
Alex is the luckiest man on Earth.
He’s careful still, sinking two fingers into Henry to make sure his lover has actually relaxed. Henry being too tense will make it a bad experience all around. Luckily, Henry’s orgasm has left him soft and pliant, and Alex is able to sink a third finger in without any trouble. His hand is already soaked with slick, and Alex makes a note to get Henry hydrated as soon as possible. Henry rocks on his fingers, sighing contentedly at being filled. Alex curls his fingers and Henry purrs low in his chest.
“At this point, you’re going to knot in your hand if you don’t get moving,” Henry says, but there’s no bite to the words. The scent of his happy omega is putting Alex in a calm state that he’s pumping right back out into the room. Alex nods at Henry’s words, logically understanding them, but seeing the pale and unmarked expanse of Henry’s back just won’t do.
Henry’s noises are delicious as Alex pins him with a hand on his upper back so he can mark up his neck and shoulders. Alex stays away from the scent gland because that’s for when he’s knotting Henry, but he leaves his mate a nice necklace of love bites. Henry rocks on Alex’s fingers all the while, squeezing around the digits to try and entice his alpha into swapping them out for his dick. Alex loves Henry when he’s needy, especially when he’s drooling slick and covered in Alex’s teeth marks. Once Alex has sucked another bruise on the base of Henry’s spine, he decides he’s ready. Henry whines at the wet slide of Alex’s fingers leaving him, just to wail when Alex lines up and sinks into his cunt in one smooth thrust.
Alex has to hold himself very still not to pop his knot as Henry comes around him, squeezing around his dick and purring hard enough that Alex can see it in his shoulders. Alex folds himself over Henry, burying his nose in his lover’s hair and wrapping his arms around Henry’s waist as he shudders. Two orgasms before Alex even knotted him. He’s going to be carrying that smug pride for a few days.
“Move,” Henry begs, rocking his hips back. Alex can hardly breathe through the thick arousal coming off Henry’s gland, but he’ll give Henry anything he asks for in this moment. Pulling out to fuck Henry hard into the mattress is the easiest gift he’s ever given. Henry rocks with Alex, back arched to let Alex sink in ever deeper, squeezing down around his cock and making the prettiest little noises. “Yes, Alex, fuck, want you to fill me up Alpha, need it.”
Alex is beyond words, his knot slowly filling. He reaches down to palm at Henry’s cock, letting Henry rock himself into the pressure, bouncing between Alex dragging across his sweet spot on every thrust and the hand against him. Henry’s hips flex and then Alex is nailing his g-spot, and Henry’s soft moan is enough. Alex sinks his teeth into the back of Henry’s neck, claiming his mate as his knot fills, tying them together while he comes. Henry screams, digging his nails into Alex’s forearm and pulling his hair roughly as he comes to, slick dripping between both their legs.
Alex maneuvers them onto their sides before he can crush Henry, curling up with his mate in a content pile of limbs. Henry looks fucked out and relaxed, and when Alex’s hand brushes Henry’s cock he whines with overstimulation. Alex backs off, content to wrap his arms around Henry’s waist and ride out the post-knot euphoria.
“How was that?” Alex asks when his brain boots up just enough for language processing to be a thing. Henry hums, flexing around Alex’s knot. Alex squeezes around Henry’s waist, feeling the slight distension in Henry’s usually flat stomach. Another point towards Alex’s smug alpha. “So good for me baby, thank you.”
“I feel like I should be thanking you, you got me off three times,” Henry says, a tired rumble in his voice. He makes a face when his legs slide together, the wet slide loud in the quiet of the room. “Christ, I need a bath.”
“Soon,” Alex promises, rubbing a hand over Henry’s stomach. “Feel okay?”
Henry nods, shifting with a little wince. “Think my uterus is quite cross I won’t let you put a baby in it, but aside from that I’m fine.”
“Cramps?”
“Just a - Alex.”
Alex shushes Henry, stoking his thumb over his cock with intent. It’s not like getting himself off, because omega cocks are smaller and much more sensitive, lacking a lot of the familiar landmarks Alex would play with on himself. He’s more attentive on the head, stroking tight circles where the nerves are more tightly bundled. Henry digs his nails even harder into Alex’s wrist, but he makes no move to pull him off. His cunt locks Alex’s knot down even harder, squeezing another rope of cum out that pushes Henry over the edge for the fourth time before he goes utterly boneless.
“What on earth-”
“Still cramping?”
Henry lets out a shocked little laugh, but does shift, considering the question. “No,” he admits, leaning back into Alex’s chest. “Well you’re going to be doing that every time I have another cramp, hope you know that- did you just come from that?”
Alex grins, burying his face in the back of Henry’s neck. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”