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Robert whined whenever Herman shifted his weight behind him, pushing more of his cum inside his overstuffed channel. The tears in his eyes were only just starting to dry, the little trails along his cheeks tacky where they painted his skin.
He groaned into the pillow as he felt Herman’s cock start to fill out inside him again, its thickness spreading him open in the most delicious of ways. His head was already fuzzy with it, soft static and elevator music. He was floating in subspace with barely a thought dancing around inside his skull. It was heaven.
“Herm~” he whimpered as the younger man leaned over him, alighting kissing into his shoulder blades.
He could feel Herman’s smile pressed against him, his wet tongue cleaning up the sweat from their earlier exertions, “Yes, Robert?”
Robert moaned, the sound low and sweet as he hiked up his own hips, accepting his partner deeper into his body again, “I’m already so f-full.”
Herman pressed forward, hips hot as a brand against the curve of Robert’s ass. The mess they made earlier squelched obscenely inside his loose hole, but Herman refused to let even a drop get free.
“You are,” Waterboy praised, humping against him slowly in a way that made him shudder with a mix of arousal and oversensitivity, “Such a good p-puppy. Taking all my c-cum.”
A flash of sudden pleasure made Robert’s already exhausted cock pulse where it was trapped underneath his belly. The sheets were adhering to his skin there, sticky with countless releases over the last few hours of their play.
The omega writhed in pleasurable agony beneath his alpha, his ears hot with a shame that made him want to both bury his head and also preen like a dog-in-show, “I’m a good boy, aren’t I?”
“You are,” Herman agreed, rolling his hips again. His knot was nudging against Robert’s swollen hole, soft but eager to inflate again and breed him full, “You’re just made for this, aren’t you? M-made for carrying all my pups.”
Robert gasped as Herman’s long, perfect cock knocked against his prostate. His poor, exhausted body didn’t know whether to flee from it or push back into it greedily, “Yes,” he hissed out between his shaky out-breaths, “Made to be yours. Made to carry all your pups.”
Herman moaned at the easy submission, legs coming up to frame his mate’s hips. The adjustment made him sink even deeper and Robert’s pained moan was like music to his ears.
“I know-know you’re sore,” he whispered, large hands stroking along the marks he had left on Robert’s slender waist, his eager hips, “But maybe just…just one more? Just to make s-sure it takes?”
Robert was nodding his head without even realising it, so lost in the fantasy they had both created together. He was as far from his heat as he could be, there was no way he could pregnant, not even if Herman shot a thousand loads into him. But the thought still stirred something up inside him, something ancient and feral and indescribable, that he just couldn’t seem to resist the call of.
“One more,” he begged, raising his hips up to meet Herman’s soft hands, “One more, alpha. Please. Please breed me like an animal.”
That was apparently all the permission Herman needed, his hips slamming forward to rock Robert off-balance and down into the sheets with a whine. The redhead followed him down with his hips and his cock, smashing home in a pace that was immediately too much and not enough. It sounded so wet, so filthy, each smack sending squirts of cum and water out onto the already drenched bedsheets.
“You’re gonna look so beautiful,” Herman whispered against the curve of his injured ear, hips rising and falling as he pressed as deep as he could go into his mate, “Round and soft and full of our p-pups.”
Robert cried out, the sound slightly muffled by the pillow that he was pushed into. His hands wound tight in the sheets, just enough pressure to let him raise hips up to meet Herman’s rhythm. He let out little gasps of excitement every time the larger man bottomed out in him, his own cock filling out with the friction of rubbing against soggy bedsheets. Bedsheets that smelled of rainwater, fresh mint, coffee and thyme, that were the same blue-grey colour of Herman’s eyes.
Eyes their pups might have.
“Herman!” Robert arched his back as he came again, his body fluttering around the knot that was pressing in and out steadily now, “Knot me! Please, I want it!”
“F-fuck,” Herman swore as Robert’s warm, wet body seemed to drag him right back in again, swallowing the knot and bearing down on it possessively, “I’m-I’m gonna cum, Robert!” He could barely even move with how tightly he was being squeezed, his final orgasm erupting from his body and spurting into the place he and his mate both wanted it the most. Tears were trailing down his eyes from the intensity of it, his stomach and thighs rubbed raw with the relentless contact, and he winced as he laid himself fully across Robert’s scarred and muscular back.
Robert purred at the weight of the other man on him, buried so close he wasn’t sure where he ended and Herm began. He had two, separate heartbeats, and the puff of warm air at the nape of his neck was making him tremble.
“Y-you okay?”
Herman’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Robert’s body deflated further into the mattress with his quiet laughter, “Oh, I’m good,” he answered, feeling like his entire body was floating out in a warm river somewhere, “I’m real good, Herm.”
Herman’s answering laugh was impossibly fond, and he nuzzled into the back of Robert’s head, tracing his long nose against his scent gland. Their scents had long since blended together in the room by now, rainwater and mint with coffee and thyme, forming a sweet and savoury blend that felt cozy enough to bury themselves in for days at a time, heat or no heat.
The cock inside Robert was still hard and it twitched at the praise, making Robert groan and wriggle beneath him, “God, do I have to muzzle you?” he asked playfully, “How are you still hard?”
Sharp canines pressed teasingly into a swollen gland and Robert gasped, body fluttering all over again, “That’s the-you have that effect on me.”
“I think three knots is plenty for one day,” Robert scoffed, trying to peek at the other man over his shoulder.
Herman responded with a little shrug, “Agree to, uh, disagree.”
The pressure between them was starting to lessen at last, the knot growing small enough to release. Not that either man was in much rush to do so.
Robert trembled when he felt the heat of Herman’s hot tongue licking up the sweat from the back of his neck. He rolled himself into the sensation with an affectionate purr, “I know it was a bit of a weird request…”
“I liked it,” Herman answered the unasked question with a tired but pleased hum, he traced his canines over the sensitive skin once more, pressing down, “The idea of you wanting my pups…” He blushed, “I guess that sort of made me happy too.”
Robert felt himself flushing at that admission, “Yeah?”
He could feel the motion of Herman’s nod despite not being able to see it, “Sometimes, I still can’t believe I get to be by your side.”
Robert reached an arm up, grasping the back of Herman’s neck and pressing them both closer, scenting his partner as best as he could from this awkward angle, “The only one I’d ever want, Herm.”
Freshly ground coffee filled the air with a bitter sweetness that was achingly Robert. A scent that had long since sunk into all of their belongings in the home that they shared.
Robert pressed back with his hips, delighting in Herman’s surprised moan, “I’ve never let anyone else cum inside me like this.” He used his arm to hold him close, pressing back again with a possessive edge to his tone, “Never mind letting them knot me and fill me. Yours are the only pups I would ever want, Herm.”
“God, Robert,” he whimpered, sinking into his callused hands like he was made of clay, “Y-you’re just so perfect.”
Suddenly Robert was pulling his head away and Herman was about to whine until he noticed the way the man was angling his neck. His skin there was flushed with heat, marked by tiny little pin-pricks where Herman’s teeth had nudged against him. The skin there was freckled but smooth, inviting in a way that made Herman’s incisors hurt.
“I think I…I think I want you to bite me, Herm.”
Herman tensed, heart leaping into his throat at the request, “R-Robert,” he breathed, grey eyes growing wide, “We-we never talked about-”
Warm brown eyes looked back at him, the hand holding back his own hair trembling with nerves, “There’s no one else, Herm,” he said, “Just you.”
Herman’s answering swallow felt muffled and far too loud to his own ears. He could feel his jaw aching with arousal, the urge to bite, to claim, right below the surface. But biting someone’s scent glands was a permanent thing, irreversible. It would mix their scents, bond them for life. More serious than a marriage proposal.
“W-why would you-?”
“Herman.” Robert’s tone cut him off.
“Y-yes?” He swallowed again, his water powers threatening to flood his mouth as his heartrate picked up.
“If you want this…want me…” Robert held his gaze, wearing a smile that only Herman ever saw. He angled himself away, presenting the most vulnerable part of himself for the taking, “You can take me.”
Herman’s knot swole up in an instant when the taste of Robert’s perfect, sweet blood flooded into his mouth. His sharp alpha teeth pierced his skin like it was the flesh of a delicious peach, but no fruit could ever compare to the irresistible taste of Robert Robertson’s nectar. He groaned and growled as he bucked into Robert’s inviting heat again, cum squelching down around his hips as he gyrated. His mouth was locked around the smaller man’s neck as his head swam with ecstasy, the chorus of Robert’s answering moans and chirps driving him immediately to another earth-shattering orgasm.
Mine, Herman’s thought parroted back to him, Mine, mine, mine.
He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop.
Without a knot to seal them in place, Herman pulled out and flipped his partner over, marvelling at the canvas painted with spatters of both of their pleasure like a Jackson Pollock. Robert was a masterpiece, the slow drag of blood flowing down his neck just as arousing as the cum that had sank into the tiny, fatty divot of his belly button.
Herman growled as he watched Robert’s hole leak onto the sheets and he dove in to bury three of his long fingers into the opening, sealing it himself.
“Fuck, Herm!” Robert exclaimed, one hand snapping to his mate’s wrist while the other clung desperately to the headboard, “S-so good, but so sensitive.”
“I love you,” Herman muttered as he leaned in closer, tongue trailing upwards from Robert’s core, lapping up the evidence his lover had left behind, “One more, Robert. I love you so much. Give me one more.”
Whenever he moved his finger inside him, cum began to pour out over his palm, coating him in everything he had poured into the dispatcher that night. Load after load slid thick and heavy over his wrist, his forearm, and above him, Robert begged and reached for him with dark eyes blown out with lust.
“Wanna bite you too,” he begged, “Please, Herman. Want to claim you. Don’t want anyone else to have you.”
Herman met Robert in the middle, barely given the chance to move his head before Robert was digging his nails into his jaw and pulling him in. Smaller omega fangs pierced into the flesh, his hips jerking as his soft cock sputtered cum onto Herman’s chest just inches away, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. He tasted cloudy days, spring water from a mountain source, tears of joy for memories yet to be made. He replaced his teeth with his tongue to lap up the blood and then with his lips to kiss it better, lost in the sensations of belonging, of warmth and completeness he never thought he’d get the chance to feel. The happy tears felt so at home on his face.
When the high of bonding finally began to subside, Robert wrapped his arms around Herman’s neck, smiling adoringly up at him as his thumb brushed across the fresh bite mark, the perfect representation of his own teeth, “Hey, Herm, baby?”
Herman allowed himself to be pulled in again, finally moving his hand and letting the mess spill out from his partner’s body, “Yeah?”
Robert cocked his head, his smile sleepy and teasing, “Wanna crash on the couch tonight and leave the clean-up to future Robert and Herman?”
Herman chuckled, rubbing his nose against his mate’s with a smile so bright Robert thought he might be blinded by it like one of Prism’s spells, “Sounds like a p-plan,” he agreed.
Robert leaned in to lick his cheek, breathing in the deep combination that both of their scents had made. Warmth, hope…home.
“Does my alpha wanna snuggle?”
“W-with you, Robert?” Herman kissed every freckle in front of him with delight, “A-always.”