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Oh… This was where Alphas belonged: at the heel of their Omega superiors.
Slobbering, mindless Alphas were so cute.
Without the guiding, nurturing hand of Omegas, they would be useless.
Ryoken smirked to himself as he had Spectre exactly where he wanted him: not exactly on top of him but close. Close enough to frustrate him because close enough wasn’t good enough in the slightest when an Alpha was in rut.
Ruts were intoxicating and could unwind even the most chaste and disciplined Omega. The scents varied and for Spectre’s, his was outdoorsy and seemed to imply a yearning to be anywhere but trapped in civilisation. A hint of pine, an undertone of bergamot and citrus, even that of grass. It was uniquely his, a signature which was all his smear over Ryoken.
Something he did with glee, of course, as it was simultaneously claiming and calming.
Spectre shuddered as he grinded against Ryoken - at arm’s length, of course. He only had Ryoken’s legs to content himself with at the moment, his hips if he was lucky and so, only got snatches of as he thrust against Ryoken. He rubbed his bulge, heavily apparent with a knot behind the straining fabric of his trousers, against Ryoken’s bare legs.
“Please,” Spectre begged, looking up at Ryoken with pitifully wet eyes, “I-I need to… release myself.”
“Then earn it.” Ryoken sneered.
Spectre’s heart thudded clearly in his chest. His hands were twitchy and his skin was clammy. He nodded. He understood. He was Ryoken’s Alpha: his second-in-command in tier, his pack-mate and lover, his inferior, his everything. This was simply the to and fro that neither could deny thanks to how biology had doled out the roles of Alpha and Omega.
“W-With pleasure.” Spectre said.
He would do anything for Ryoken.
That was his reason to live. If Ryoken told him to jump, he would ask how high. Even as a child, well before Spectre had presented, he had been cursed with that archaic Alpha need to be, well, needed. With some polish, he had come to flourish as an Alpha, as Ryoken’s pack mate and lover, as his second-in-command, and more - and he did so with relish.
Even in the midst of his rut, where he wasn’t thinking right and was drunk on hormones, Spectre was calibrated to put Ryoken’s pleasure first. If something didn’t feel right for him, then it didn’t for either of them - even if Spectre enjoyed it.
“No, not like that.” Ryoken chided Spectre.
So, he would try again and again. To do better, to please Ryoken better, all so he might get a drop of slick in return.
Spectre shivered, he panted and he puffed. His whole body was quaking as he tempered himself. He grinded on Ryoken, kissed his neck and his chest, all whilst micro-adjusting to every breath Ryoken took.
“Ah, that’s better.” Ryoken sighed.
Spectre’s ears pricked up. His heart skipped a beat and he kept going. Completely and utterly undone by even the slightest praise. It turned him on all the more.
But that was as much a detriment as it was his benefit.
His body could only tolerate so much. Though Spectre was a glutton for punishment, even he had his upper limits. His cock strained against his pants, he slobbered and his heart hammered. There was nowhere else for his strong feelings of arousal and love and lust to go was out but Ryoken denied him the bliss of release.
His eyes turned shiny with watery embarrassment. He ought to be more composed but he couldn’t help himself. His rut had ruined his appetite, turned him weaker than he already was but all of him throbbed. His legs ached, his soul yearned. Breed, breed, breed, please. All of him begged but barely any of it got past his lips as he required Ryoken’s permission for even something so simple as undoing his belt.
“Ryo-Ryoken-sama, it hurts.” Spectre begged and this was the crux of how pathetic he, and many Alphas, could be. He shifted where he sat against Ryoken and their bed. “May I please take off my pants? My knot, it hurts.”
“You poor thing.” Ryoken teased.
He reached out and caressed Spectre’s face. His hand was, comparatively, cool on Spectre’s sweat stricken face. It sent a chill down Spectre’s spine as he patted like a pet.
“You may.” Ryoken decided.
“Ahh, thank you, sir.” Spectre sighed in absolute relief.
But permission paled to the actual bliss of being able to remove his pants and underwear.
Spectre paused and for a moment, appeared to lose all motor control. He had to work - hard - just to undo his belt from around his waist. His fingers were too loose and twitchy as he tried to get all of him to cooperate but he felt as though he were being torn to pieces by the different aspects of his self. Everything from his hormones to his duties seemed to compete as he tried to do the seemingly simply task of undoing his belt.
Next, he pushed down his trousers. A much easier task more akin to ripping open a package. Same for his underwear.
Though, once freed, his knot was monstrous and the length of his dick was enlarged by his rut.
At the root of his cock, Spectre’s knot had inflated fully and the tip was discoloured unto a ghoulish burgundy. Ryoken eyed it up and he invited Spectre closer. Seeing his rut come to fruition turned Ryoken on and his eyes keened. He wagged his finger to beckon him closer and Spectre was all over him in an instant.
He humped on him as though he were a dog. He pressed and pushed his cock against the inside of his thigh. He nuzzled against Ryoken’s neck and shoulders, too, straight to the scent glands no matter how fleeting and that caused pheromones to all but explode.
Ryoken inhaled deeper and yet more notes of Spectre’s scent revealed themselves to him. He almost let it get to his head as it rolled back to savour such wonderful aromas. Almost.
“Lower.” Ryoken growled.
Spectre laughed but he obliged.
He pressed and pushed again but this time closer to the middle of Ryoken’s thigh rather than up and high where the edge of his panties could be felt - and lewder still, the slick that he produced and the warmth of his aroused pussy.
Spectre shivered. This was both delight and torture. His back arched as he kept grinding against Ryoken and Ryoken gave him little more than a smirk, a calculated moan. That was more than enough to drive Spectre forward, mad with arousal. He would force himself to sate his appetite on whatever he got, whether it was crumbs or a feast, it was all the same to him.
Especially when Ryoken threw him a bone.
Invited him closer. Kissed him. Teased him. Spectre was ravenous - nay, rabid - as he kissed back. He humped Ryoken’s leg and pushed his tongue down Ryoken’s throat. He was overbearing, overwhelming, all of it propelled forward by his rut.
Spectre’s cock leaked pre-come on the inside of Ryoken’s thigh. He dug in, smeared it on purpose. It fulfilled Spectre so deeply, so richly and so primally, to know that Ryoken reeked like him. But it wasn’t enough. Ryoken’s slick dribbled down his thigh, mixed with Spectre’s seed and reminded him.
He needed to pin Ryoken down and fill him with his cock: knot him good and breed him.
His head swam with those thoughts as he kissed Ryoken. As he humped and grinded on him and fumbled with his rut that had him so undone. Spectre’s voice turned thick and rumbly as he tried once more with his pleading.
“Please, Ryoken-sama, I can’t take this anymore, please, I-I need to be inside of you.” Spectre begged.
He was so hot and bothered, his breath manifested with every expulsion. His face was red. His eyes were watering as he denied himself so much and yet, begged with all his heart.
Ryoken smiled, “Of course, you’ve earned it, have at me as you like, Alpha.” He purred deviously.
He opened up his legs and patted his thighs. With trembling, reverent hands, Spectre drew back Ryoken’s panties. His heart seized at the erotic sight of how wet he was. His Omega pussy was dripping with slick, a strand even tethered itself to the inside of his panties and glistened as Spectre disturbed it.
He sat back with the knowledge that he stank like Spectre and that no matter what Spectre did to him, it was negated by the contraceptive pill that he was on. Hence why Ryoken could be so cool-headed - and perhaps even cruel - to his poor, silly Alpha who wanted nothing more than to breed him just as poor and silly.