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In the weeks since the confrontation with Ivar’s family, the young omega began to spend more and more time at Heahmund’s small apartment, the place had come to feel like their own little world—a quiet retreat, away from the clamour of school and the concerns that lay just beyond these walls. Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, and Ivar stirred awake to the feeling of Heahmund’s arms around him, a protective warmth that always grounded him.But today, it wasn’t just the comfort of Heahmund’s embrace that drew Ivar from sleep. He could smell him—an alluring, potent scent, deeper than usual, wrapping around him like a blanket. It stirred something in him, waking his omega instincts with a sharp pull, and he couldn’t help but press closer, his body instinctively seeking more.Ivar murmured, still drowsy, but his hands slid up to Heahmund’s chest, drawing a lazy path as he buried his face against his alpha’s neck. “You smell…different today,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.Heahmund chuckled, low and warm, his hand trailing slowly up Ivar’s back. “Different?” he teased, pulling Ivar closer until there wasn’t an inch between them. “You’re sure it’s not just you who’s waking up eager?”“Shut up,” Ivar muttered, though there was no hiding the smile creeping across his face. He met Heahmund’s gaze, and for a moment, they simply looked at each other, the silence between them heavy with anticipation.Heahmund’s hand moved to cup Ivar’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently over his skin. “Let me wake you up properly, then,” he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of possessive warmth. His lips found Ivar’s in a slow, languid kiss, one that deepened as Ivar responded, pressing against him, craving more.They moved together in an unhurried rhythm, hands exploring familiar paths. Heahmund’s touch was reverent yet firm, drawing Ivar close, grounding him as he pressed gentle kisses along his jaw, his neck, and down his shoulder. Ivar could feel his body responding instinctively, a pulse of warmth coiling in his belly as Heahmund’s fingers brushed over his skin, each touch lighting him up in ways that were both familiar and new.“I could get used to this,” Ivar murmured breathlessly, fingers digging into Heahmund’s shoulders. “Waking up to you every morning.”Heahmund’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against Ivar’s neck. “Then don’t go anywhere,” he whispered, his voice laced with a promise. He let his teeth graze over the sensitive skin just below Ivar’s ear, feeling the way Ivar shivered beneath him. Ivar’s scent bloomed, rich and inviting, the omega in him responding to Heahmund’s every touch, every word, and it was all Heahmund could do to keep himself grounded.When they finally pulled apart, Ivar’s cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted as he caught his breath. A satisfied smile lingered on his face, as though the moment still hummed between them. He brushed his hand gently over Heahmund’s cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before slowly untangling himself from the bed. The space between them felt too wide suddenly, though Ivar moved toward the bathroom, fluid and confident, the crutches no longer needed to steady him.Heahmund’s gaze lingered on him—how the muscles in his arms had tightened, the way his legs seemed more sure with each step, the quiet strength in his posture. There was a pride that swelled in Heahmund's chest, but it was more than that. Something about the way Ivar moved, so freely now, hit him differently today.The water from the shower began to run, the sound filling the room like a soft hum, and Heahmund watched him through the misty air, the sound of Ivar moving around the apartment, getting ready for the day, filling the silence.Heahmund had to force himself out of bed. It felt ridiculous, but he followed Ivar down the hall, a nagging sense of reluctance pulling at him. Ivar went to school every day—it was nothing new—but today, the thought of Ivar walking out of this apartment without him unsettled something deep inside Heahmund. The feeling was strange, unfamiliar, but undeniable. There was an itch in his chest, a possessive need that tightened around his ribs.He lingered by the door, arms folded across his chest, watching Ivar as he searched for his shoes. Ivar’s back was turned, his hands rummaging through the pile of shoes by the entryway, but Heahmund couldn’t take his eyes off him. The way Ivar bent down to pull a pair of shoes on, his movements relaxed but assured, made something in Heahmund’s gut twist.Without thinking, Heahmund pushed himself off the wall and crossed the space between them. He wrapped one arm around Ivar’s waist, pulling him back against his chest. Ivar stiffened for a moment, surprised, but Heahmund held him there, his lips brushing Ivar’s ear as he breathed in his scent."I don’t like the idea of you leaving," Heahmund murmured, his breath warm against Ivar’s skin.Ivar tilted his head, but before he could say anything, Heahmund kissed him—slow, deliberate, the press of his lips insistent and deep. It wasn’t just a kiss, though. Heahmund's hands roamed to Ivar’s back, fingers pressing into his skin, drawing him even closer, if that was possible. The contact between them sent a jolt through Heahmund, and before he could think about it, he was pulling Ivar into him more firmly, his scent spilling over him in an almost protective wave.Heahmund didn’t stop there. His lips left Ivar’s, trailing a soft, heated path along his jaw to his neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing over Ivar’s pulse point, and he marked him—gently at first, with a soft kiss, then deeper, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just under Ivar’s ear. Heahmund felt a rush of satisfaction when Ivar’s breath hitched, when he tilted his head slightly, offering him more access.Ivar tried to pull away with a playful groan, but Heahmund held him in place, one hand sliding to the back of his neck to keep him close. He kissed him again, this time with more force, a possessive edge to it that even Heahmund couldn’t fully understand.“Let me go. I’m going to be late,” Ivar muttered as he twisted slightly in the alpha’s arms, though his voice was strained, his pulse quickening under Heahmund’s touch. His playful annoyance was betrayed by the slight flush to his cheeks.“Not yet,” Heahmund murmured, his lips brushing over Ivar’s skin again. His scent filled the space, heavy and possessive.Ivar’s hands settled on Heahmund’s chest, but they weren’t pushing him away. Instead, Ivar leaned into him, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the pretense of annoyance. Heahmund could feel the subtle tension in Ivar’s body—pretending to be irritated, but Heahmund knew better. He could sense how much Ivar liked it, liked being marked as Heahmund’s in this quiet, private way.Finally, Heahmund let him go, his fingers lingering on the back of Ivar’s neck for just a moment longer than necessary. Ivar leaned back, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. "You’re strange today," he said, his voice light, yet there was a spark in his eyes that Heahmund couldn’t ignore. Ivar straightened, bending down to finish putting on his shoes, but as he did, he shot Heahmund a sideways glance, his expression playful. "Try not to miss me too much," he added, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I’ll only be gone for a few hours. I’m sure you’ll survive."Heahmund narrowed his eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. "You think I’ll survive?" He moved a little closer, his hand brushing against Ivar’s shoulder as he leaned in, his lips hovering near Ivar’s ear. "I can’t promise that."Ivar chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to the door as he stood up. "Well, try to hold it together, okay?" He gave Heahmund a wink, then stepped back, his hand on the door handle. "I’ll see you soon." With a final, playful smirk, Ivar pushed the door open and stepped out, leaving Heahmund standing in the quiet, a faint smile lingering on his lips.Heahmund watched him go, the door clicking shut behind him. His chest tightened at the quiet, the absence of Ivar’s presence in the space they shared, but he was left with the distinct, unmistakable mark of his scent lingering in the air.While Ivar was at school, Heahmund sat across from Ragnar at the older alpha’s office, reviewing the latest assignments. The room was thick with the kind of quiet urgency that accompanies high-stakes discussions. They spoke in low voices, careful not to let too much of the tension seep into their words, but the topic they were discussing—the ongoing pressure from Heahmund's family—made the air feel charged. Despite having left the clergy, Heahmund’s father still insisted on his return to the family business, refusing to loosen his grip on his son. The old man was relentless, stubbornly holding onto his belief that Heahmund’s place was with Dominion, and every conversation with him ended the same way: with threats, ultimatums, and an unyielding push for compliance.“Your father’s got you by the neck,” Ragnar said, his words direct, but not unkind. There was a certain empathy there, hidden behind his usual bluntness. “I’ll give him that much. He doesn’t give up easily.”Heahmund let out a dry laugh, his lips pulling into a sharp smile that was anything but pleased. “It’s his way. The more I strain, the harder he yanks at the chain.” There was a coldness in his voice, but under it, a layer of bitterness that betrayed how weary the situation had made him. He had resisted for months, but each battle only seemed to tighten his father’s grip, the cycle never ending.Ragnar opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came. Instead, his nose twitched, his gaze sharpening, and Heahmund noticed the subtle shift in his posture, the way he seemed to be drawing something in. Heahmund barely had a moment to process it before Ragnar’s eyes narrowed, studying him with a new intensity. The pause between them was brief, but long enough for Ragnar to reach his conclusion."Your rut’s starting," Ragnar observed, his voice even, though with an edge of caution. “Go home, Heahmund. You don’t want to be out here when it hits full force.”Heahmund was suddenly aware of how unusually warm it was. It was a subtle heat that would only grow more demanding as the day went on. That explained his behaviour this morning. He nodded, already feeling the urgency rising within him. There was no point in staying longer, not when his own body was calling him away.The drive home was short, but Heahmund made a quick stop along the way, picking up a few things—just in case. It wasn’t long before he found himself back at the apartment, moving quickly to get everything in order. As soon as he set the items down, the air in the apartment shifted. The scent of his own rut began to fill the space, settling over the small apartment with an undeniable presence. The smell was strong, heavier than it had been moments ago, and there was something about the way it lingered in the air that made everything feel more intimate, more pressing.By the time he had everything in place, he heard the soft clink of the key turning in the lock. Heahmund tensed, instinctively holding his breath as he felt the air shift. Ivar’s crutches tapped faintly on the floor as he entered, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to hold its breath. “I’m back. Are you still alive–?” Ivar jested, the words dying abruptly just inside the doorway, eyes immediately locking with Heahmund’s. The silence between them was thick with an understanding neither of them had to articulate—an electric hum in the air, sharp and immediate. Ivar’s posture shifted ever so slightly, his breath catching in his chest as his senses honed in on the undeniable change in the atmosphere. The way his body tensed told Heahmund everything he needed to know: Ivar felt it too.Heahmund couldn’t hold back the words any longer. “I’m in rut,” he said, his voice low and steady, though there was a tremor in it that he couldn’t entirely hide. He could see Ivar processing the words, and he watched as his omega took a small step forward, though his body was still tense, still unsure.“I know what a rut is,” Ivar replied, his voice quiet, but Heahmund could see the slight furrow in his brow, the confusion lingering in his gaze. “But... I never knew it was like this.”A low laugh escaped Heahmund, though it was edged with something darker. “It’s like this because you’re mine,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them, his possessiveness rising to the surface. He wanted Ivar, wanted to mark him, wanted to claim him in every sense. But there was something in Ivar’s eyes that made him hesitate.Ivar’s expression shifted, and Heahmund could see the tightness in his jaw as the frustration bubbled up. “You’re right. I am yours,” Ivar said, his voice sharp. “But you sure took your time, didn’t you? You could’ve claimed me months ago, Heahmund.” The words were bitter, laced with a mix of hurt and anger. The sting of Ivar’s words hit Heahmund like a physical blow, but he didn’t flinch. The words were true.“Ivar… I didn’t want to rush you,” Heahmund said quietly, trying to explain, though his voice lacked conviction. “I wanted it to be your choice. But if I’m being honest, I was scared... scared of pushing you into something you weren’t ready for. I didn’t want to force it on you.”Ivar scoffed, shaking his head. “You think I wasn’t ready?” His voice was dark with sarcasm, though there was something raw underneath, a vulnerability Heahmund hadn’t expected. “I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you in that fight, Heahmund. I knew—” His voice faltered slightly before he regained his composure, his words coming out a bit softer, though still tinged with bitterness. “I’m not going anywhere, Heahmund,” he said as he gripped the older man by his neck, a possessive gesture that edge of threatening, “You’re mine, whether you claim me or not. But you need to stop treating me like I don’t know what I want! I’ve waited too long.”Heahmund could feel the burn of Ivar’s words, and for the first time, he truly understood the depth of Ivar’s desire—not just for him, but for the bond that should have already been sealed between them. He had misunderstood his young omega, he had thought Ivar too wild and free to want to be tethered to an alpha. A much older alpha at that. Ivar defied everything an omega was in so many ways, he was not soft nor sweet, he was fearless and frightening. Heahmund had thought he would never want to be bonded… He was so wrong, so very wrong, and Ivar had surprised him yet again.Heahmund stood still, feeling the weight of Ivar’s hand on his neck as solid as a brand searing into his skin. It was a simple touch, yet it held all the promises Heahmund had been too afraid to acknowledge until now. Ivar’s grip tightened just enough to remind Heahmund that they were not just sharing space in this room—they were becoming something larger than both of them. The air between them thickened again, the tension humming between their bodies like the tremors of an earthquake too close to the surface.Ivar leaned in, his lips a breath away from Heahmund’s. For a moment, the world around them blurred and narrowed, swallowed by the heat in their mouths. Ivar’s kiss was hungry, claiming in its own way, a spark of desperation flashing in his eyes as they met Heahmund’s. It was an unspoken confession, a shift from uncertainty to pure, unbridled desire. Heahmund’s hands moved instinctively, cupping Ivar’s face, pulling him closer as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.Without breaking the kiss, Ivar tugged at Heahmund’s shirt, the fabric falling away in pieces. The sensation of Ivar’s hands on his chest, the way his fingers seemed to burn wherever they touched, sent a spark of electricity through Heahmund’s body. Ivar was guiding him, pulling him toward the bedroom with a fierceness that left no room for hesitation, no space for doubt. Their lips never parted, a tangle of need and urgency and something deeper, something that felt like they had both been waiting for this moment forever.They stumbled down the hallway, Ivar’s body pressing against Heahmund’s with each step. Clothes began to fall away as they moved, discarded like the thoughts that no longer mattered. Ivar’s breath was sharp against Heahmund’s lips, his hands now frantic as he tugged at Heahmund’s pants, pulling him closer, his body hungry for more.Ivar’s crutch clattered to the floor as he attempted to free himself from his own jeans, a misstep that sent him teetering for a moment, throwing him off balance. Heahmund’s arms shot out instinctively, catching Ivar before he could fall. For a brief moment, Ivar’s legs tangled beneath him, and Heahmund felt a surge of something sharp—a protective impulse so fierce it burned in his chest. Without thinking, Heahmund bent down, helping Ivar out of his jeans, lifting him in one smooth motion.Ivar’s legs locked around Heahmund’s waist, pulling them together with a tight, almost desperate grip. Nothing existed beyond the two of them now, no thoughts, no doubts now—just the warmth of their bodies, the wild rhythm of their breaths.With a soft but firm movement, Heahmund laid Ivar back onto the bed. They had made love here before, many times, but tonight the space between them felt different. Heahmund climbed onto the bed and pushed Ivar down on the sheets where the omega eagerly spread his legs. Ivar’s skin was warm, like molten honey, soft but taut with desire beneath Heahmund’s hands. As Heahmund traced the lines of Ivar’s body, he couldn’t tell where his own heat ended and Ivar’s began. It was as if their flames had fused, burning hotter with each brush of skin, their connection more consuming than anything Heahmund had ever known.Heahmund’s senses were on edge, every small movement amplified in the charged atmosphere. The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of arousal—raw and primal—a rich, intoxicating blend of both their scents. Ivar’s scent, familiar and sweet, mingled with something far deeper, more potent. Something darker. It was the thickening musk of rut, pulsing in the air like a heartbeat, suffusing the room with its heady warmth. And beneath it, an underlying heat that thrummed in Heahmund’s veins, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. His neck prickled, the hairs standing on end, as if the very molecules of the air were aware of the truth that was unfurling between them.Ivar’s scent—his omega heat—had a tang to it, sharp yet heady, the kind of sweetness that made the blood rush to Heahmund’s head. It was like a storm building in the distance, a storm that was just beginning to gather strength. Heahmund’s hands stilled on Ivar’s body, his fingers trembling against the warmth of Ivar’s skin as his gaze sharpened. He inhaled deeply, his chest constricting, heart slamming in his ribcage as realization hit him like a blow. A moment of clarity, brief and suffocating, passed between them, and Heahmund’s breath hitched.“Ivar,” he rasped, his voice raw, hoarse with the realization. The words seemed to tear themselves from the core of him, the reality of the moment crashing in with all the force of an ocean wave. “You’re in heat.”Ivar’s checks flushed as the rest of his pale skin glowed with a feverish heat that made him look almost unreal. A manic laugh broke from him, wild and raw, bouncing off the walls like the sound of a fire crackling out of control. His eyes, bright with something fierce and untamed, met Heahmund’s with an edge of disbelief, yet there was something darker beneath the humour, something charged with the undercurrent of their shared past. “Of course,” he gasped between breathless chuckles, “your ridiculously dominant alpha rut would be the one to trigger it, wouldn’t it?” His words were a mixture of sarcasm and genuine frustration, before trailing off, “Just like after the first time we-”The weight of it slammed into Heahmund’s chest. A sudden surge rose within him, an overwhelming rush that made his blood quicken and his pulse jump. He hadn’t expected this feeling—Heahmund’s chest tightened with an unexpected pride that burned low in his belly, igniting something wild inside him. He hadn’t known it, hadn’t realized it until now, that it was after their first encounter that Ivar presented.“You’re far too smug, you know that?” Ivar’s voice was thick with teasing, but it was undercut by something darker, a hunger that burned deep within him. His eyes glinted with mischief, but there was an edge to his tone, a dangerous sharpness that made the air between them crackle with intensity. Ivar’s omega heat was raging inside him, pushing him further into a state of need that was no longer passive, no longer playful. His full lips parted, and he licked them as if he was tasting the tension in the air.The scent of Ivar’s omega heat—sweet, sharp, and overwhelming—hung thick in the room, urging Heahmund’s own alpha rut to rise to the surface with a force that could not be denied. Ivar reached up, tugged Heahmund closer. His legs parted as pushed his body against Heahmund’s with an eagerness that spoke of desperation. Ivar was never passive in bed, but tonight, the hunger of his heat made him feral.His eyes locked onto Heahmund’s, and his gaze was filled with a wild, desperate fire. Ivar drew his knees-up, offering the softest part of him to Heahmund. His thighs trembled slightly, from the intensity of his need, the sharp, desperate ache in his body. Heahmund slid a hand up his omega’s thigh, fingers tracing the hot wet centre of him with deliberate slowness. The way Ivar opened himself up for him, the way he offered his body, it was like nothing Heahmund had experienced. Slick coating his fingers, running down between the omega’s soft thighs. Ivar’s hole twitched for Heahmund’s cock. He was so wet, leaking all over the sheets and trying to clench down on an absent knot. Heahmund’s fingers thrust deeper, stretching Ivar, feeling him pulse with that unbearable ache, each movement sending a shiver of tension, of anticipation, coursing through their bodies.Heahmund wasn’t ready to enter him, not yet. Instead, his hand slid between them, caressing the soft, heated skin of Ivar’s body. Ivar’s chest rose and fell in rapid breaths as Heahmund trailed his fingers down the curve of his ribs, over the tautness of his abdomen, until he reached the smoothness of his inner thighs. Heahmund’s touch was gentle, slow, but the pressure he exerted was insistent, demanding that Ivar relax, that he allow himself to feel every moment of the building pleasure.Ivar gasped as Heahmund’s thumb brushed against the sensitive skin of his perineum, circling there with just enough pressure to make Ivar’s breath hitch. His legs parted even wider, his hips lifting off the bed slightly, begging for more. The heat radiating from his skin was almost unbearable, his body trembling with need.“You feel so good, Ivar,” Heahmund murmured, his lips trailing down to Ivar’s neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin there as his hand continued its tortuously slow path down Ivar’s body. Heahmund’s fingers slipped further, finding the base of Ivar’s cock, stroking him slowly, gently, feeling the soft length pulse beneath his touch. Ivar’s body jerked beneath him, his back arching as Heahmund's hand worked with perfect precision, drawing out gasps and moans that were nothing short of desperate."I need you, Heahmund," Ivar whimpered, his fingers sinking into Heahmund's back like a desperate plea. He pulled him closer, his body aching for more, urging him on with an insatiable hunger. His legs shifted restlessly, opening wider, his skin burning for the touch that Heahmund was giving him—almost there, but not enough. Ivar's breath came in shallow, frantic gasps, every muscle taut with longing. His body moved feverish and restless, lost in the desperate pull of his heat. His eyes glazed over, pupils darkened, unfocused—like a storm finally breaking, Ivar was spiralling toward the inevitable, his mind surrendering to the unrelenting surge of need.Heahmund’s thumb slid down to the head of Ivar’s cock, applying slow, deliberate pressure on the sensitive spot, his touch teasing, almost cruel in its gentleness. Ivar’s breath caught in his throat, his head tossing back into the pillows as a soft moan escaped him. His body trembled with need, aching, desperate for release—but Heahmund refused to give him the satisfaction, keeping him on the edge, suspended in the torment of unfulfilled desire.A low, guttural growl rumbled from Heahmund’s chest as he leaned over Ivar, his weight settling between his legs. The pressure of his body was a claim, grounding and possessive. Heahmund kissed Ivar fiercely, his lips demanding, his tongue exploring the curve of Ivar’s mouth before plunging deep, tasting him, claiming him in a way that made Ivar’s heart race. He dug into Ivar’s hips, pulling him closer, and with one powerful thrust, he slammed into him, filling him completely. Ivar’s hands gripped Heahmund’s shoulders, his nails biting into the skin, leaving shallow, burning marks—marks that only stoked the fire inside Heahmund, driving him further into a wild, unrelenting hunger.The feeling was overwhelming, unlike anything Heahmund had ever experienced. He had been with omegas before, but had never shared a heat with one. Ivar’s heat made him tighter, hotter, a living tension of need and frustration, his body trembling under the weight of his desire. Each stroke of Heahmund’s hand was slow, deliberate, maddening in its slowness, pulling Ivar closer to the edge without ever letting him fall. Ivar’s voice trembled, a soft, needy whimper spilling from his lips as he writhed beneath Heahmund’s control, body straining for release. His legs wrapped tightly around Heahmund’s waist, urging him closer, pushing him deeper into the touch, his body demanding more, craving the release Heahmund had yet to give him. Every movement, every moment, felt like an eternity—an eternity Heahmund had no intention of ending just yet.“You’re mine, Ivar,” Heahmund’s voice was a growl against Ivar’s ear. “I’ll make you beg for it before I make you take it.”Ivar’s eyes narrowed, a spark of challenge in them as he glared up at Heahmund. His legs squeezed tighter around Heahmund’s waist, urging him to take control, but Ivar wasn’t passive—no, he was demanding, and that bratty spark in his eyes made Heahmund want him even more. Ivar’s nails raked down Heahmund’s back again, leaving deeper marks this time.Heahmund’s fingers worked faster now, curling around Ivar’s cock as he thrust his own aching member against Ivar’s thigh. He stocked Ivar’s cock just right, applying pressure in ways that made Ivar’s whole body shudder. Ivar’s breathing became erratic, his hands clutching at Heahmund’s body, pulling him closer, but never fully giving him what he wanted.“Please,” Ivar gasped, his voice filled with desperate need. “Heahmund- please.”Heahmund smirked, knowing exactly what Ivar needed, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily. Instead, he kissed Ivar hard, his hand still working steadily, expertly, bringing Ivar to the very edge—just on the brink—before pulling back again, prolonging the torture. Ivar almost his whole body lifting off the bed in frantic need. The burn of his omega heat was almost too much for him to bear now, and all he could do was beg for more. “I need you, Heahmund. I need you,” Ivar whimpered, pulling at him, scratching at his skin in a desperate demand for the release that Heahmund held just out of reach.Feeling the control slipping away as he finally pushed forward. Heahmund’s chest pressed against his, the heat between them nearly unbearable. Ivar’s back arched beneath him, his body taut with tension and anticipation, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Heahmund could feel every tremor of Ivar’s body against his own, the way his skin burned, the way his body strained beneath the increasing weight of his own hunger.The air between them thickened, heavy with the scent of Ivar’s heat, a sharp sweetness that made Heahmund’s own rut stir to life. But it wasn’t just the scent—it was everything about Ivar right now. The sharpness in his gaze, the way his body seemed to burn with an insatiable need. It was like a fever had taken over him, and Heahmund could feel it in every single breath that Ivar took, in the way his fingers dug into Heahmund’s shoulders, the desperation in the way his legs shifted, urging him closer."Ivar, breath," he murmured, his voice low and comforting.With a slow, deliberate motion, Heahmund entered Ivar, his cock sliding smoothly into the warm, welcoming passage. Ivar gasped, his body arching involuntarily. Heahmund's cock breached him, a thick, unyielding rod that stretched him open. Ivar gasped, his body tensing, but Heahmund's relentless thrusts continued, forcing their way into Ivar's body. The scent of Ivar's heat hung heavy in the air, a sweet, intoxicating blend of honey and spice that drove Heahmund wild. He watched as the younger man writhed on the bed, his body slick with sweat, his eyes glazed with desire. Ivar's scent was stronger now, the heat reaching its peak."Heahmund…." he moaned, his voice filled with pleasure and pain. The sound of their bodies moving together, the slickness of Ivar’s skin sliding against his own, the feel of every breath they shared—it consumed them both, until there was nothing but the rhythm, the ache, the push and pull that bound them. It was a need so deep and insatiable it filled the air like a flood, and Heahmund couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. Heahmund continued to move, his strokes slow and deliberate. He could feel Ivar's body tightening around him, his muscles contracting with each thrust. He reached out and gently stroked Ivar's cheek, his fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Ivar's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled weakly.“I need it,” Ivar gasped, voice raw, desperate. “I need you. Now. I need your knot, Heahmund. Please.”The raw, desperate plea in Ivar’s voice cut through Heahmund like a blade. That was it—the final crack, the last of his restraint shattering. Heahmund’s body surged forward, every muscle tense with a kind of need he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding back. He moved with urgency, each thrust coming faster, harder, as Ivar’s scent thickened in the air, a blend of his heat and the heady remnants of Heahmund’s rut. The air seemed to crackle, heavy with their shared intensity, with the collision of their desires. It was overwhelming—like a storm that had finally broken, the rain falling hard, relentless, impossible to escape."I'm going to knot you," Heahmund growled, his voice low and dangerous, a primal promise that sent a shiver down Ivar’s spine. He pushed deeper, his cock stretching Ivar’s body, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. The raw connection between them was electric, igniting a surge of ecstasy that coursed through both men, filling every inch of them with a desperate need.Heahmund sank deeper, and in a moment of wild abandon, he bit down on Ivar’s omega gland, the sharp sting of his teeth breaking skin. Blood flooded Heahmund’s mouth in an intoxicating rush, making him groan as the taste of Ivar’s essence overwhelmed him. Ivar’s body responded with a desperate, guttural moan, his back arching, his chest rising as he cried out—a blend of pleasure and pain that drove him to the brink of madness. The way their bodies moved together, the friction, the pull of their scents blending in the air—it was as if everything in the universe had converged into this moment. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. The urgency, the heat—it consumed them both, and neither one of them was holding back.Heahmund’s movements became slower, more deliberate, each thrust a declaration, a claim. He lowered himself onto Ivar’s body with a tension that could snap, watching Ivar’s face closely for any sign of discomfort—but there was none. Only need. Only hunger. Ivar’s body was a magnetic force, drawing Heahmund in, demanding to be pleased with an intensity he couldn’t resist. With a growl, Heahmund leaned over, pressing his body flush against Ivar’s. His lips claimed Ivar’s mouth in a kiss that was feral in its desperation.. Heahmund devoured him, marking him with every brush of his lips, every deepening motion—claiming him as his own, and Ivar, for all his protests, surrendered willingly.Heahmund continued to thrust, his movements becoming more and more frantic. Heahmund bared his teeth in a snarl as his knot started to bulge, swollen flesh popped in and out of Ivar’s overstuffed hole. With a final, powerful thrust, Heahmund slammed deep and rutted roughly into Ivar, rubbing his insides raw. The knot eventually sunk all the way in, engorged enough to tie them together. Ivar gasped, spilling onto himself while Heahmund's orgasm rushed through him and into Ivar’s bruised hole. He coated his omega’s channel with big spurts of cum. Heahmund could feel how desperately Ivar clamped onto him, shuddering and wailing, caught in the throes of his orgasm.Heahmund protectively slumped over Ivar's body as he caught his breath. With any rut, each orgasm gave the alpha a moment of clarity. But reason left as quick as it came as Ivar's muscles resurged with strength and started to milk his fading knot greedily. Heahmund let his cock nestle into Ivar’s dripping hole. His omega didn’t respond well to the inactivity. He sobbed underneath him, urging his alpha to continue. Heahmund waited until his knot softened enough to slip free, the slick trail of their shared release marking their connection. Ivar whined in frustration, high-pitched and desperate, his need evident. The sound made Heahmund’s chest tighten, and he rolled Ivar over, adjusting him into the traditional mating position. Heahmund’s instincts flared, and he felt a fierce drive to take his mate in this most primal of ways.In a moment of sentimentality or plain, beast-like possession, Heahmund ran his hands over Ivar’s pale form, worshipping the flawless skin up to the crimson bruise glistening upon his neck that marked Ivar as his. He bent down to kiss Ivar’s neck, staining his lips with the blood that still flood from the bite. Ivar moaned, long and needy, as he rocked his hips against his alpha’s cock. Mine, he thought as the rut blurred his vision, his cock swelling once again with the need to be inside his mate. Heahmund pressed the tip of his cock against his omega’s loose pucker and pushed inside. Ivar spread his legs as far apart as he could and arched his back to give his mate more access.Ivar's breath caught in his throat, a desperate sound slipping from his lips as Heahmund sank deeper, the intensity growing with each thrust. Ivar could feel every thick vein, every pulsing throb, every shudder of Heahmund's movement. The stretch of him, the relentless force, left him breathless—his body soft and yielding under the heat of his desire. When Heahmund pulled back completely and then surged forward, the force of it sent Ivar crashing back onto him, each thrust harder, more demanding than the last. The pleasure pooled low in Ivar’s belly, expanding with each powerful snap of Heahmund’s hips.Heahmund’s low growl reverberated above him as he pulled Ivar’s hips back against him, their rhythm matching, a raw connection that spiralled deeper. In that moment, Heahmund finally surrendered to his rut again, his movements frantic and primal. The blunt head of him scraped against Ivar’s sweet spot, teasing and rubbing in fleeting strokes that sent waves of pleasure surging through Ivar’s body—aching, burning, and yet, so intoxicatingly glorious.Heahmund's teeth flashed in a snarl, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he rose up, forcing his hips forward in a brutal surge. Ivar jolted in surprise, but before he could react, Heahmund's grip tightened on his hips, holding him steady. He slammed into the omega, the angle driving him deeper, hitting places within Ivar that made his body tremble. The sensation was overwhelming, and the slickness between them only intensified the friction. His knot swelled once more, pressing urgently against Ivar, each thrust a maddening push to secure himself. Wet, lewd sounds filled the air as Heahmund forced his knot in, the thick bulge spreading Ivar open, claiming him completely. With every pulse of release, Heahmund’s body tensed, his cock throbbing painfully with the need to empty itself, flooding Ivar in a relentless rhythm. The omega’s own body responded in kind, spasming with pleasure as every inch of him was claimed, both inside and out, drenched in heat and need.With a huff, Ivar pushed himself up, dislodging Heahmund’s hold on him, only to bent towards the alpha above him and bite sharply down on Heahmund’s gland—a possessive sting that sent a jolt through him. It was nothing like the behaviour of a typical omega, and Heahmund's surprised growl rose, low and fierce. With a rough tug, he pulled Ivar back by the hair, his pulse quickening.Ivar only grinned, fearless, his lips red where they had met his skin. “Mine,” he rasped darkly, and before Heahmund could respond, he surged forward, claiming his mate’s mouth in a fierce, biting kiss that sent a shock through his body. Heahmund felt Ivar's teeth press against him, the sharpness stirring a deep arousal as he recalled the fire that always blazed beneath Ivar’s fearless nature.Gradually, Ivar’s ferocious need to mark him subsided, replaced by a gentler closeness as he softened into Heahmund's touch. Heahmund’s thumb traced slow circles along his spine, soothing and grounding them both. Ivar closed his eyes, his breath falling in time with Heahmund’s, each exhale melting away the last traces of their earlier tension.But beneath the quiet, they each knew this was only a pause. The heat between them still simmered, lying just beneath the surface, waiting. Soon, it would call them back to each other, urging them into that fierce pull once more. For now, though, they stayed close, letting the rare calm settle in—a moment of peace that let them feel fully alive, fully whole.