Kaecilius’s husky, clipped moan, hot against Stephen’s ear, is music to him—a sound filled with raw pleasure and absolute possession as Kaecilius comes. The omega feels each note vibrate through his body, raising goosebumps on his skin and mixing with the feverish heat pulsing through his veins. The scent of heat still lingers in the air, thick and intoxicating to his alpha, mingling with Kaecilius’s commanding musk that envelops him completely. It’s suffocating and addictive at the same time—the scent of him ingrained in Stephen, in the sweat that clings to his skin, in the sticky essence that drips between his thighs.
The knot binds them together, thick, heavy, filling Stephen to the brim. He feels every pulse, every throb deep inside him as the alpha’s heat merges with his own. His belly is hot, heavy with the promise of something more, something bigger—with Kaecilius inside him it’s insane how full, complete he feels.
Kaecilius breathes deeply against Stephen’s neck, taking in the sweet scent of the marked omega—cherries in syrup with hints of honey. The unmistakable scent, lingering in the slick that drips from him, warm and sticky. Kaecilius’s lip brushes against the marked skin where months ago he had claimed Stephenas his own, and then licks there, slowly, savoring the taste of him—his omega.
Stephenlets out a shaky noise, an almost strangled sound, and his body responds immediately—a shiver runs across his skin and he feels more slick run down, further soiling his wet thighs as his pussy contracts around Kaecilius's cock, squeezing it, sucking it, causing them both to moan, sore but excited.
“Fuck, lief…” Kaecilius curses under his breath as Stephen’s scent intensifies, making the room a closed, stuffy space, saturated with the two of them. Stephenloves this. He loves feeling Kaecilius trapped inside him, heat against heat, with no empty spaces between their bodies. It makes everything more intense, hotter, more torturous. But with such a sensitive knot now, it also hurts.
Kaecilius lets out a low growl and digs his fingers into Stephen’s hips, feeling the sticky wetness between them, proof of how much the omega had been fucked. How much he still wanted more. Maybe it was the same as all the other times—maybe not. Maybe this was something different, something more.
Stephen trembles and tightens his arms around the alpha, his legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, as if he could fuse them into one. The knot is still swollen inside him, pressing against his most sensitive spots, keeping them connected. Every slight movement makes his body pulse in waves of pleasure and hypersensitivity, a mix so intense it burns
He groans against Kaecilius's shoulder, his short nails digging into the warm skin of the alpha's broad back.
“Please, Kaecilius…” His voice comes out broken, choked with an overwhelming urge to cry, a whisper of pure delight and desire clouded by the insane heat that consumes him. Stephen already has everything he could ever want—his alpha, in his nest, inside him. Still, he wants more. Always more.
Kaecilius moves on the mattress and the weight of his body pushes Stephen against the sheets, rubbing the knot in an absurdly delicious way.
“I gave you my knot, baby…” Kaecilius murmurs against your skin, his lips grazing your sweat-damp jaw. “How about coming for me now, my love?”
And it makes Stephen think—think about how he begged for it, how he needed Kaecilius’s knot inside him, how the alpha filled him without hesitation, without caring if he’d come before or not. But now that Kaecilius brings it up, now that he’s goading him into falling apart, Stephen realizes he wants it—fuck, he wants it. He wants to make more of a mess in the sheets, wants to feel Kaecilius slide in and out of him, wants to lose himself in the sensation of being fucked until there’s nothing left but pleasure and body.
But Kaecilius has already come, and his knot is deflating. Soon he'll be out, and Stephen doesn't want to. Doesn't want to feel the emptiness, doesn't want to lose the connection, doesn't want, doesn't want, doesn't want—
“What’s wrong, baby?” Kaecilius asks, nuzzling his neck. And Stephen knows he can feel it. Kaecilius can smell his scent turning sour, can feel his distress vibrating through their bond, because the mark they share doesn’t lie.
“Are you tired? I can wait. Anything you want.”
And then, before he can even think, Stephen is pressing himself against him, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around Kaecilius, his eyes filling with uncontrollable tears.
“Don’t take it out… please, don’t take it out,” he whimpers, burying his face against the alpha’s warm chest, squeezing him tighter, trapping him inside him.
And Kaecilius understands. He feels it. So he holds Stephen tighter, breathes deeply against his skin and calms him, because no matter what happens, he will never leave him empty. Never.
“Ah,” Kaecilius murmurs, his voice slurred with pleasure and understanding, and he relaxes his body against Stephen—but not completely. He still leans against the mattress, supporting some of his own weight, even though all Stephen wants is the exact opposite: to be covered, suffocated by the alpha’s heat, to feel completely trapped beneath him.
“I wasn’t going to take it out, my love. I was just going to touch you.” Kaecilius confesses, sliding his soft lips over the omega’s cheek. He feels the salty taste of the tear that runs down the flushed skin and captures it between his lips, savoring it slowly, as if he could absorb every piece of Stephen. “I won’t take it away. I promise, lief.”
“But…” Stephen whimpers softly, his voice shaky, a pout already forming on his red, swollen lips.
“What’s wrong? You can tell me.” Kaecilius whispers against his skin, his nose lightly brushing his temple, hot and sweaty.
Stephen hesitates for a moment, shrinking under the alpha's firm, comforting touch.
“I… don’t want to come if you don’t come.”
Kaecilius lets out a low noise deep in his throat, something between a husky laugh and a satisfied growl.
“Baby, I just gave you my knot, huh? I filled you up so good…”
And Stephen feels it. God , he feels it. His body is already burning, not that it ever stopped, but now—with Kaecilius saying these things, with him still inside, with him being Kaecilius—it’s like it’s on continuous combustion, ready to explode. Kaecilius does this so easily. He understands Stephen so well. He always has, since long before the mark that united them.
But Kaecilius still doesn't understand that Stephen doesn't want to come like this.
“I want more , Kaecilius,” he whispers, his face flushing even more. His nose burrows into the alpha’s scent gland, drawing in long, deep breaths of the scent of rain and freshly cut grass, the only scent that can both calm and ignite him. His throat dry and his heart racing, he murmurs against the warm skin:
“I want you to fill me up until I spill.”
He licks there, at the juncture of Kaecilius’s neck, and feels the alpha shiver. The deep growl reverberates against his tongue, against his mouth, against his entire body. Kaecilius shifts on the bed, shifts inside him, and Stephen squeezes his eyes shut, panting.
Without warning, Kaecilius moves away. Stephen barely has time to open his mouth to protest before he is pushed against the mattress with another strong and precise thrust, stealing all the air from his lungs and any shred of sanity.
He sees stars.
“Do you want me to come again, love?” Kaecilius’s voice is deep, thick, filled with lust and tenderness in equal measure.
Stephen blinks at him, half lost, half desperate, and doesn't fight when Kaecilius pulls back a little to look at him. He knows the alpha won't go any further.
Kaecilius's eyes are a roiling ocean of desire, but deep within his dilated pupils, that pale blue ring still shines—the same blue that has always belonged to Stephen, that has always been his.
“So good, huh? And mine, all mine”
Kaecilius's hands slide over the omega's hips, down the sides of his thighs until he grips them firmly, feeling the warm, damp skin beneath his fingers. He moves up again, slowly, exploring every inch, and spreads his large hand over Stephen' belly, pressing there as if he could feel him inside.
The touch makes Stephen arch into the mattress, exposing his throat, submissive and surrendered. He writhes, unable to stay still, begging wordlessly for what he wants.
“So beautiful, so mine…” Kaecilius murmurs, stroking his belly with firm, possessive fingers. “Wanting to give it to me, right?”
Kaecilius's gaze settles on Stephen's face, and he smiles, small, lewd, adoring.
“Do you want to give me puppies, Stephen?”
Kaecilius’s palm is warm and oppressive against the smooth surface of Stephen’s abdomen, but also a trigger for more—for asking, for begging, because Stephen wants this so badly. Kaecilius slides his hand down, slowly stroking Stephen’s mound as if he’s petting his head and not being extremely… warm.
"With that wet pussy swallowing my cock like that, I'm sure you'll give me a lot, my love."
Stephen nods, blindly accepting every dirty word that comes out of Kaecilius's mouth. It's insanely hot, it only makes him wetter. Fuck, he feels the mattress beneath him soaking wet and he's sure it's not sweat.
“Kaecilius…” He calls, his voice breaking between moans, strangely lucid in the midst of the torpor of heat. He doesn’t know how, because usually, during these moments, his mind goes blank—the fragments that remain are hazy, memories between one fever and another.
But this time is different. It’s not the first time they’ve shared a routine since they were marked, and yet, to Stephen, it all feels new. Maybe because, deep down, he feels ready for what might come next. He wants the result of it.
Kaecilius’s thumb slides into Stephen’ folds, pressing hotly against his swollen, aching clit, begging for attention. Even without moving his fingers, it’s enough to make Stephen gasp in anticipation, his hole clenching around the alpha’s cock, which never really softened. They’ve barely finished when Kaecilius is already hard again, ready for more. Stephen purrs a needy moan, his mind in turmoil.
“See what you do to me, love?” Kaecilius teases shamelessly, pulling back before thrusting back in slowly, the sound of his cock sinking into the wet hole adding to the obscenity of the moment. “You ask, and I’ll give. If you ask me to fuck you, I will.”
He rolls his thumb in slow circles, and Stephen feels his eyes roll back under his lids, his pussy being manhandled with precision as Kaecilius speeds up, thrusting deep without stopping to stimulate his clit.
"If you ask me to make you cum on my knot, I will give it to you."
The burning in Stephen’s belly intensifies, building like a demand. The tightness that forms inside him is not just from the impending orgasm, but from the hunger—the visceral need to give himself completely. Kaecilius slides his thumb down, pressing where their bodies meet, where his cock thrusts mercilessly inside the omega.
“If you ask me to fill you until you overflow, my love... consider it done.”
Stephen wiggles awkwardly on Kaecilius's cock, feeling the glans push deep, hot and delicious, yearning for the new knot that is to come.
"Whatever you ask of me, it’s yours."
Then Stephen moans loudly—screams.
“Alpha, please–” he looks up at the alpha as his eyes fill with tears, dripping with desire just like his pussy. “Give me your know!”
He doesn’t need much more. Not when Kaecilius is whispering dirty things in his ear, not when he’s fucking Stephen exactly the way he needs to, the way he’s been fucking him every time—not rushing, but not mercilessly. The deep, promising voice, the possessive weight of the alpha on him, the way each thrust feels more accurate than the last… it’s all final when Stephen comes hard.
The loud moan that escapes his throat isn’t just one of pleasure. It’s complete surrender, a desire fulfilled, a confirmation that he belongs here, to Kaecilius. And as his body squeezes the alpha’s cock mercilessly, hungry for the knot expanding inside him, Stephen feels Kaecilius come undone once more. Hot. Deep. Inevitable.
Kaecilius moans against his skin, his arms squeezing him tightly, as if he needs to hold on to something to keep from being swept away by the tide of pleasure that consumes him. Stephen can only grind against him one last time, feeling every pulse, every drop.
Then, when the wave finally recedes, they simply hold each other. Kaecilius’s weight falls a little on Stephen, and this time, the alpha doesn’t have the strength to stop it. But Stephen loves it. Loves the way his alpha is completely pressed against him, still embedded, still filling him, like they’re one. Like they’re always going to be.
Kaecilius's warm breath caresses the back of his neck before he murmurs, languid and satisfied:
“I have to say, …”
His hands slide lazily over Stephen' sweaty hips, holding him tighter against him, as if he didn't want to let him escape. Their bodies still joined, their skin marked by the desire that overflowed there.
Then Kaecilius kisses the scar on his shoulder, right where Stephen asked to be marked. On the right side, in the fold where any piece of clothing would remind him, every day, that he and Kaecilius were one from then on. Also enough for others to see that Stephen was someone's. That belonged to Kaecilius, even if they didn't know it yet. But soon they would know. They wanted it that way – together.
Kaecilius savors the salty taste of his skin before murmuring against her, his voice husky, full of promise:
“I’m pretty sure I gave you a puppy tonight.”
Two weeks later, when Stephen feels sick in the middle of the night and has to rush out of the nest with nausea, there’s not much room for thought. When he kneels in front of the toilet, his stomach churning, and looks up only to see Kaecilius leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smile on his lips, he already knows.
His boyfriend walks over to him unhurriedly, crouching down beside him before wrapping him in a firm hug, pulling him so that he's pressed against his warm, solid chest as he places a kiss on the back of the omega's neck. Stephen is still pantimg, his body shaking slightly, but when h e feels Kaecilius's low, comforting growl vibrating against his back, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
There’s no fear, but there’s no uncertainty either—just a deep warmth, a security that settles in his chest.
Because Kaecilius is right, and feels Stephen safe in that, safe in them.
The future they’ve both chosen together.