[ It's been three years now, but sometimes he still imagines he feels the stares.
It's not because of their fame, he reasons. Most people have no idea what they look like beyond the name: one a PhD student renowned for his exceptional intellect, the other a famed architect responsible for some of the city's greatest builds.
If it isn't the fame, it must be the other thing.
Next to him Alhaitham is tall, strong—and apparently, according to some of Kaveh's best friends, he smells divine.
Kaveh, though, can't smell him. Nor does he have a scent of his own, or a soft spot at the base of his throat to be marked as belonging.
It makes things hard. For one, he imagines people stare. Imagines they wonder: what in Teyvat is an eligible, unmated alpha doing fucking around with a beta?
Sometimes, he thinks they're right.
He knows, deep down, that Alhaitham is committed to him, that he has eyes for no one else—but it's still hard not to feel sick with jealousy when lithe, wide-eyed omegas sidle up to them, drawn by a scent Kaveh can't sense, so sure that this strong, unmated alpha must be theirs for the taking.
Alhaitham always growls them off, puts an arm around Kaveh, tells them he has a boyfriend—
(and Kaveh thinks deep down that Alhaitham would use the word "mate", too, if Kaveh himself hadn't forbidden it, afraid of what can never be)
—stares at them with those unyielding coppered emerald eyes until they back down, disappear with a whine and a pout.
And he tells Kaveh that he doesn't want any of them, that he's happy, that Kaveh is being ridiculous, actually, but—
Well. He's always been one for self-doubt.
* * *
Two hours is nowhere near enough sleep. It's what Alhaitham tells him every time he pulls something like this, and he always promises to do better next time.
He never does.
But he's not getting any younger, and apparently today is the day that two hours really isn't enough sleep, because he wakes up from a practical all-nighter (spent drafting and re-drafting and re-drafting and re-drafting a project) only to find himself with a raging headache and a feeling like lead in his guts.
He texts the contractors and the site manager and lets them know he won't be in. Then, he curls up in bed and goes back to sleep.
When he wakes again, it's early afternoon and he's on Alhaitham's side of the bed, and he's sweating, and he feels gross. He must have some sort of fever, and—
Ugh, the room stinks.
Perhaps stink is the wrong word, is his immediate re-evaluation. It's a nice smell: musk and cedarwood and parchment. It's just strong. It tickles his nose, twists his stomach, makes him want to just sink back into the bed and bury his face in Alhaitham's pillow and ignore the world until his boyfriend comes back home.
He opens the windows instead. He just needs air—And yet, somehow, the room he's in smells nicer than the fresh air that wafts in from outside. He must be sick if everything is this off-kilter.
He wants Alhaitham.
With a sigh, he sits on the bed and reaches for his phone. He's not usually needy like this when he gets sick. He usually weathers it with a stubborn smile, lets the other take care of him reluctantly, when his body gives out and he can't do anymore. But right now he just wants his boyfriend home, and he wants him to take care of him. A strange, insistent little feeling. ]
Hey, are you coming home anytime soon? I'm feeling really sick. Didn't go to work today. I want to see you.
[ He hits "send" before he even re-reads what he wrote, and then makes a face. Gods—He sounds pathetic, no better than those whiny wide-eyed wanton little things that throw themselves at his boyfriend when they're out. But I neeeeeeed you, Alpha. He's just sick, he's pathetic, he can do better than this— ]
Sorry I'm being stupid I just... I really feel like shit, I guess I'm just feeling a bit sorry for myself. I'll see you when you get home ok?
It's a stupid desire, one he buries down deep and doesn't let impede on their actual relationship but his instincts scream at him, every day since the day they met, to take Kaveh as his mate and take care of him like an alpha would. It doesn't matter than he's a beta, doesn't matter that he wouldn't like knowing the unhinged thoughts that pop up in Alhaitham's brain sometimes, doesn't matter that they didn't even speak after a fight when they were teenagers until reuniting in their adulthood and then, afterwards, getting together as — boyfriends. None of this actually matters to the alpha, the wolf, inside of Alhaitham that wants to claim, bite, and rut Kaveh.
He's honestly just grateful that Kaveh will give him this much, boyfriends, and lets Alhaitham still scent him when he's feeling clingy and he's even knotted him before, though that was pretty overwhelming for them both so they didn't do it often. Being with a beta isn't hard, but being with a beta like Kaveh is... well, he has to make adjustments. Tiny ones. Minor things, to curb his instincts, to not let himself get carried away. He's fine with making these tiny concessions because it means he has Kaveh in his life and Kaveh is happy with him. And he is content to do this until his dying day because Kaveh is the love of his life, no matter what.
No omega, no matter how sweet their smell, compares to what Kaveh gives him, after all. They never have and never will.
Today though, he's at the university and buried in a pile of books in the library when his phone vibrates. He's got a paper due sometime next week and while he knows the content backwards and forwards, there's some elusive research he's still trying to grab onto to make his argument. He hasn't found it yet, this deep in his book pile, but he has all day to find it so he's not worried. Of course, that is until he picks up his phone, running fingers through his hair as he stares down at the screen.
That...
Huh.
Kaveh has never said anything like this to him before. Not that he doesn't feel it, Alhaitham knows, but the other man is much more guarded with his feelings than people expect. I want to see you, he says. Then he follows it up with an excuse but the damage is done. Kaveh wants him. Needs him. The alpha in Alhaitham goes a little crazy for a moment before he blinks, pinching the bridge of his nose and reminds himself that Kaveh is not an omega, needing his alpha to come home and soothe him. He's just lonely. Which is still a perfectly valid reason to ask Alhaitham to come home, in his opinion.
He packs up his bag and he leaves.
It doesn't take long to get back to their house. Well, Alhaitham's house. A nice little townhouse in Sumeru City that he inherited from his grandmother. It's far too big for him alone and probably for him and Kaveh too but it's his den and nothing feels as satisfying as stepping into it, smelling his scent and then Kaveh's lighter beta scent underneath it. Which is, of course, what he expects when he steps inside again and is almost knocked to the floor when he smells a very distinct smell of omega in his home.
There's a growl in his throat immediately. Kaveh is home, sick, and some foreign omega is in his house enough to scent the place? Who did Kaveh invite over? Alhaitham didn't reply to the text, just headed home, but he didn't think Kaveh would replace him so easily. So, he's feeling irrational and pissed off suddenly as he sets the bag down and follows the omega's scent up the stairs. His anger grows as he realizes it's headed straight to their bedroom — his den! — and his jaw clenches as he twists the doorknob, steps inside and —
And sees only Kaveh there. Buried under the blankets, a tuft of hair sticking out but that's about it. No omega in sight. Or... no... other omega? Alhaitham is confused suddenly because the scent of omega is still there, strong and full of need, an omega in heat and as Alhaitham takes it in, there's something nice about the scent too. Like a forest after rain and something slightly refreshing. It reminds Alhaitham of... of something all too familiar. Kaveh's muted beta scent. But amplified by a thousand, somehow.
It's making him a bit dizzy. ]
Kaveh?
[ He steps into the room, anger somewhat dissipated and instead replaced with confusion. Unconsciously, he closes the door behind him, like he doesn't want their shared scents to get out of the bedroom. ]
[ Message sent, Kaveh sat on the bed for about 30 seconds before he went into the kitchen in search of food, aiming to quell the strange feeling in his stomach. But somehow, everything in the fridge only made his gut roil harder in response, and he gave up quicker than he probably should have. Indeed, by the time Alhaitham gets home, he's curled up in the bed, face pressed into covers, because somehow the only thing that serves to calm that raging unpleasantness is the scent that permeates them.
His boyfriend's voice, though, is enough to make him emerge, one eye and then the other, red irises wide and blinking, pupils blown out. A wave of that strange, leaden sensation washes over him as the room's scent—Alhaitham's scent, pouring off him now that he's here—and a soft whine finds the blonde's lips before he realizes what he's doing.
Kaveh may not have Alhaitham's supreme intellect, but he's far from stupid. If he were less addled, he might have pieced together the reality of what's happening to him right now. But as it stands, with the way he's feeling, his brain is too foggy to figure anything out beyond the obvious—
The obvious, of course, being that he feels like crap and wants his boyfriend's comfort, even if it doesn't really explain the sudden urge he has to throw himself into the other's arms and bury his face into his chest (an instinct he fights back, instead gathering the blankets a little closer to his body as he blinks owlishly at the alpha). ]
I... [ His voice feels thick in his throat, the scent in the room so strong now that he has to swallow against it, the fog in his brain worse than ever. He bites back a whine. ] I'm awake. I'm just... not feeling too good, I guess. My stomach is churning, and I'm feverish, and everything smells funny, and—
[ He cuts himself off mid-ramble, once again blinking at his boyfriend, brain trying to parse the empowered scent, trying to understand the urge he has, like never before, to throw himself into the other's arms. ]
Did... did you... are you wearing cologne? I thought you didn't like the way they smelled...
[ Alhaitham's reply is simple. A straightforward — ]
I don't.
[ But that's not answering the actual issue at hand. It's not clearing up the confusion in him because right now, what his senses are telling him is that there's an omega in heat in his bed but what his brain is reminding him is that Kaveh, the person in his bed, is a beta. Just a beta. He's always been a beta. Why would that change? Of course then, his brain helpfully supplies the studies and articles he's read about secondary genders changing to adapt to circumstances and the other articles he's read about late presentations, especially in betas. So, it's not unheard of but — shouldn't he have noticed a change before now? He prides himself on being attentive to Kaveh in all the ways Kaveh doesn't realize, but now...
He steps into the room closer, takes the few steps around to where Kaveh's sleeping (Alhaitham's side of the bed, his brain helpfully points out). Everything in him is telling him to soothe this omega, to give him comfort and security and remind him that his alpha is here. Alhaitham is struggling against those instincts but there's another part of him thinking — why struggle? It's not as if he's never touched Kaveh before, never comforted him before. Even if Kaveh doesn't realize yet what's going on, Alhaitham is starting to have a hunch.
Alhaitham reaches out, presses the back of his hand to Kaveh's forehead as if checking for a fever. But then he slides his hand back, fingers carding through Kaveh's hair and pushing it out of his face. ]
What do you need? [ A pause and then, insistent — ] Don't overthink it. Just the first thing that comes to mind.
[ Because if he knows Kaveh half as well as he thinks he does, Kaveh does not want to admit that he needs Alhaitham right now. But Alhaitham knows, an omega in heat? All his body is going to crave is his alpha. ]
[ "I don't," Alhaitham replies, and Kaveh's frown deepens. Right, it's just as he thought, his boyfriend doesn't like colognes, so then why is he wearing one? Not just that, but one that's so strong it has left its mark over the entire house, tickling Kaveh's nose and making him dizzy...
His lips part to protest, but Alhaitham is already crossing the room, reaching for him, pressing his cool hand against heated skin and pushing Kaveh's hair back—the older man's response is instant, head canting, leaning into the touch as his eyes close, a soft sigh on his lips. Yes, this is all he needed: for Alhaitham to come home, to comfort him like this. Even as his conscious mind fails to recognize what's going on, something in his subconscious is soothed, content with the knowledge that his alpha is here now, that he'll be looked after.
Perhaps that's why, when Alhaitham asks him what he needs, the answer comes more easily than it usually would. Usually, Kaveh would shake his head, tell the other that he doesn't need anything, that he'll be okay, that he just needs time to get over it.
But now?
His eyes open, drooping in a syrup-slow blink as his blown pupils search the other man's face. His voice when he answers is soft, but lacking his usual stubborn reluctance, hesitation gone as he murmurs: ] I need you, alpha.
[ He doesn't even fully realize what he's just said, what he's just called Alhaitham. Perhaps more out of inexperience with them than anything else, now that the other is here, he's sinking into his instincts, letting them crowd and make their demands of him. He feels a little less sick now, after all, with that cool hand threading fingers through his hair, and the scent of the other so close to him. ]
[ It takes Alhaitham a moment to get his bearings. The immediate wave of arousal that hits him when he hears Kaveh say something so... so alluring, so tempting, so intoxicating is a lot. He knows in a distant sort of way that the scent of his arousal is going to be leaking off of him now, unable to be hidden, and that that might overwhelm an already overwhelmed Kaveh with his newfound senses. But he can't quite control it at the moment, can't make himself stop even if he wanted to.
But he is frozen for a moment, hand in Kaveh's hair and just still as he looks at him. He sniffs the air then, for Kaveh's scent, and looking as well for the scent of... heat, of arousal, of slick. He's not sure if Kaveh is at that point yet but the hunger Alhaitham feels for it is there.
Oh gods, he wants to taste Kaveh's slick so bad. ]
Okay.
[ His answer is simple and he's going to crouch for a moment, getting one arm under Kaveh's legs while the other scoops him around his waist. Up he lifts him, easy as pie, so he can press his own leg into the mattress and climb onto it, with Kaveh in his arms. He'll lay Kaveh down then in the center of the bed before bending over him himself so he can crowd Kaveh in against the pillows, hand buried in Kaveh's hair while he leans down, down, down, into Kaveh's space.
Once he's completely surrounded Kaveh with his scent and his presence, he hovers above his face, taking in the flushed skin, the heavy eyelids, the slight parting of his lips. A low rumbling growl spills from Alhaitham's throat, all instinct, and the scent of his arousal grows stronger. He wants to devour Kaveh. ]
I'm going to knot you. I'm going to fill you with my pups and you'll never feel empty again.
[ And just like that, he leans in to kiss Kaveh with a possessive eagerness that can't be hidden. ]
[ When he sniffs the air, Alhaitham will find the barest hint of arousal's scent mixed in with everything else in the room, Kaveh's heat naturally responding to the pheromones pouring off the other, his body adapting and reacting faster than the new presentation might otherwise have taken place. The blonde can only blink again, overwhelmed by the sudden thickness of scent in the air, even stronger than it was before and somehow different, intoxicating in a way that makes him want— ]
Hnn—
[ A soft gasp of pleasure trips from him, his hands reaching for Alhaitham even as the other crowds him in, surrounding him with the scent he's been craving since he woke up, curling into his shirt and holding him close as the alpha growls, and Kaveh trembles with an answering whine. His conscious brain is too overwhelmed to understand what's happening beyond the sudden need, but his instincts guide him, lean him into Alhaitham's space in return, his own scent strengthening as the wolf in him answers the call.
And then Alhaitham—
Oh.
Another whine, something half-moan, tears itself from Kaveh's lips, his arms flying around the other to hold him close, fingers tangling in his hair as he arches, as he returns the other's kiss on panted breath, heart racing in his chest as his scent heightens yet further. It makes no sense—when Alhaitham has knotted him before, it's been overwhelming to the point of sometimes being uncomfortable, and yet...
Gods, he wants nothing more. He wants it. He needs it. He needs to be full. ]
Please. [ It's a shattered, desperate little cry between the heat of their kiss. ] Fuck me, knot me, breed me, I need it—need you—
[ Kaveh has presented as an omega. The kiss only confirms it for Alhaitham, the scent in the air driving him crazy and the soft little whines that keep escaping Kaveh making him want to swallow them up and hoard them like a dragon. He continues kissing him into the pillows, bracing himself up on one arm and his other clutched around Kaveh's middle, holding him to his chest. He's got a thigh between one of Kaveh's legs and the other next to him, keeping himself propped up with both. But as Kaveh arches, that thigh presses into Kaveh's groin and Alhaitham breathes out roughly, trying to keep his sense.
Kaveh is begging, desperate, and Alhaitham moves his hand to cup Kaveh's cheek, tilting his head so he can kiss along his jaw, down to his throat, breathing in the scent of his omega right from the source. He can feel the scent gland at the base of Kaveh's throat, heated and tender from activation. Going from a beta's neutral scent gland to an omega's more sensitive one overnight has to be rough, so Alhaitham reminds himself not to bite him right now. Not yet. Instead, he drags his tongue across the skin and sucks lightly on him as he hears Kaveh's sweet cries.
More kisses, up his throat, nipping at Kaveh's ear and his voice is a rumbling growl as he murmurs into Kaveh's ear. ]
I will. I'll breed you, fill you with my pups. I'll make you mine, Kaveh.
[ And then he pulls back, not far, only far enough to reach his hands down to the hem of his shirt and pull it up and off, leaving him shirtless above Kaveh. There's a part of him that wonders if he's going too fast, taking advantage of Kaveh like this, but then again — Kaveh's not going to be coherent until he's knotted. The heat has dragged him under and all he's probably thinking about right now is his alpha. So, it's only Alhaitham's duty to take care of him, isn't it? ]
[ There's no denying that Alhaitham has the right idea. Kaveh can't make sense of anything right now, won't be able to make sense of anything until he has Alhaitham's knot. The moment the other walked into the room, smelling of territorial anger, even the frayed awareness Kaveh named sickness seemed to dissipate, leaving him desperate, aching.
It's why, when he feels Alhaitham's thigh pressing between his legs, he rocks himself up against it. It's why, when the alpha's mouth tastes that newly-sensitive spot at his throat, his cry is shattered and hoarse. It's why, when the other growls in his ear a promise to make him his, Kaveh whines in answer where in the past he might have patted the other's hair, called him a possessive alpha, told him he already is.
This time, he only whispers: ] Good.
[ He whines again when Alhaitham pulls away, hands automatically reaching for him, a pout forming on his lips, needier than he's ever been. But he relaxes when the other pauses not far away at all, stripping his shirt off, revealing the hard muscles the older man has always admired. (Nay, drooled over.) And as soon as he's shirtless, Kaveh reaches to tug him down again.
It's probably not helpful; Alhaitham probably needs to sit up so they can both take their clothes off, but right now he wants the other close. His face buries into the younger man's shoulder, breathing him in with an eagerness he's never showed before. ]
[ He's always wanted this from Kaveh, in a secret, kind of guilty way. The way Kaveh is just lost to it, desperate for Alhaitham's attention, it's all so satisfying in a way that soothes the alpha in Alhaitham. He was happy with Kaveh as a beta, perfectly content with it, but he can't say there weren't times where he just wanted that little bit more. It made him feel terrible and guilty when he thought it but now...
They're going to have to have a real talk about this when Kaveh is coherent again. About what this means, about what Kaveh wants, about what changes and what doesn't. Alhaitham isn't looking forward to it but he knows it must be done. He just wants Kaveh to be his, in any way possible, any shape or form. Alhaitham loves Kaveh, no matter what designation he happens to be. It's just also satisfying to have Kaveh like this as well.
His hand goes up to cradle Kaveh's head as he breathes him in against his shoulder. He turns his head to press an affectionate kiss to Kaveh's forehead in reaction and rocks his thigh against Kaveh's groin through their pants. He knows he needs to undress them but this is going to be difficult with neither of them wanting to pull away from each other. ]
I know. But let me undress you first, okay? Then you can scent me some more.
[ Another kiss pressed to Kaveh and he pushes him back gently, so he can get to his shirt. Up and off it goes, easy, before Alhaitham is leaning in to kiss Kaveh again. A deep, wanting kiss to his mouth while he moves his hands lower to Kaveh's hips, fingers curling into the hem of his pants and tugging it down. Come on, come on. ]
[ In Kaveh's eyes, Alhaitham has always been graceful about Kaveh's nature as a beta. He's done enough reading to know that the desires of an alpha can be great, and so many faerie tales and romance novels write alpha and omega as being drawn together, connected by an invisible, intangible thread—the other never shows it but Kaveh is sure that there are things the other wants, craves, needs, that he can't get from him. Knotting. Scenting. Mating. If they ever decide they want children, they'll need to adopt.
It's a deep down, distant thought, most of the time. But sometimes, when he's feeling at his most vulnerable—
Right now, that same part of him is less vulnerable, and more—mm, triumphant. Kaveh's body is finally doing all the things that he's privately sure Alhaitham would have wanted all this time. With his face buried in his boyfriend's neck, even as he breathes in the alpha's scent, he's pouring his own all over him in reply. His own neck tingles with sensitivity where the other's mouth was against it just before.
This time, when Alhaitham pulls away from him, he growls—a soft, irritated little noise, so unlike the throaty, possessive growl his lover likes to sound but a clear complaint nonetheless. His expression turns pouty even as he lifts his arms so that the younger man can remove his shirt; when he leans back down again Kaveh's arms circle his shoulders, fingers lifting to tangle in his hair as he answers his kiss, hips lifting to grind until Alhaitham's hands move to them.
The other's fingers catch not only the hem of his pants, but of his undergarments too, and they come away wet—with precum, and with the beginning hints of his slick. Freed from its confines, his cock stands against his abdomen, beading, flushed a pretty red.
Kaveh whines again. He wants to scent Alhaitham some more, but he also wants the other just as naked as he is, wants to have him closer— ]
Hurry up— [ It's whined at the other, but it's demanding in tone, Kaveh's eyes bright with desire. ] I need you..
[ Kaveh truly is incredible like this. For a moment, Alhaitham wonders if this is all a dream. It wouldn't be the first time he dreamed that Kaveh was an omega or, even, that he was a beta and they didn't have to struggle through the perceived mismatch of their designations. Alhaitham is committed to Kaveh, does not want anyone else — has never wanted anyone else, if he was honest. He fell for Kaveh when they were just teenagers, held a candle for him after even as Kaveh stopped talking to him, and wasn't hesitant when they reunited to show Kaveh that he wanted him.
But it's also too real to be a dream. The slightly gross stickiness from Kaveh's slick and precome making his underwear and pants stick together even as Alhaitham tosses them to the side. The discomfort of his own cock, trapped within his pants. The tangle of limbs from two tall guys wrapped up in bed together. The little things that don't make this entirely perfect are grounding enough to make Alhaitham know that this is real, this is actually happening.
When Kaveh growls, Alhaitham licks his jaw lightly and then presses a kiss to his lips, sweet as can be. He doesn't detangle himself from Kaveh, lets the other man sink his hands into his hair and grind up against him. Alhaitham has to gingerly push Kaveh's hips back for a moment so he can push down his own pants and underwear, breaking the kiss to look down and navigate taking his clothes off without dislodging Kaveh from around his neck.
It takes a bit but he does succeed, throwing the clothes to the side soon after and letting himself settle, naked, between Kaveh's legs. A hand reaches down to wrap fingers around Kaveh's cock and he strokes him a few times, bumping their noses together and murmuring quietly. ]
Be a good boy and wrap your legs around my waist. Then I'll knot you just how you want, okay?
[ Another gentle nip against Kaveh's throat follows and Alhaitham nuzzles his face against his skin. ]
[ Despite how mindless he is, Kaveh is aware—consciously as well as subconsciously—that Alhaitham is looking after him. The lick to his jaw, sweet kiss to his lips when he growls, the quiet way he bumps their noses together and murmurs to him, the tender nuzzles spreading scent over his skin. It soothes, both the wolf in Kaveh needing so desperately and the man who is still, somewhere inside, confused above what's happening to his body.
But soothed or not, the wolf only grows needier as the space between them lessens, as the alpha above him—his alpha—strips off the rest of his own clothing and presses back in close, as his long fingers wind around Kaveh's cock and stroke, making the older man keen and groan in pleasure, arching up against him.
To that gentle instruction, Kaveh nods, forehead bumping against Alhaitham's as he does, right before the other draws away to press against his throat again. He's warm all over, a renewed thrill rushing through him at the thought of being good for the other, an excitement beyond compare twisting his guts at the thought of being knotted, despite how uncomfortable it's been in the past.
It won't be uncomfortable this time, he knows it. Not when his body is craving it so desperately.
So he lifts his legs, coiling them around Alhaitham's waist and locking them behind his back even as he arches up against him, breath trembling on his lips with every exhale. He can the alpha against him, hard and ready—he's going to feel amazing—
They belong together, the wolf in him triumphs. His alpha. ]
[ They belong together. That's something Alhaitham has always known, didn't care about their designations because at the end of the day, Kaveh belongs to Alhaitham. Alhaitham belongs to Kaveh. Alhaitham has always been chalked up as a "lone wolf" type — though he wouldn't say he was on purpose. He just didn't have many people in his life who understood him, and losing his parents so early, then his grandmother, it left him alone in a way he just had to adapt to. So, having Kaveh is like... it's a really heady thing for Alhaitham, knowing that he has someone at his side who will always be there.
But then there's the alpha in him that wants to claim that someone. Wants to bind them together on a level that he can't with a beta. He wants to bite him, bond them together, make it so they're able to sense each other no matter where they are, no matter what's happening. It's an irrational thing, feeling that way towards a beta, but it's his alpha instincts insisting upon it.
And now... now he has the opportunity. What a feeling this is.
Alhaitham licks Kaveh's jaw again, one last tender lick before he drops his hand between them to catch the base of his cock in his hand. He drags himself closer, using his free hand to touch between Kaveh's cheeks, to make sure he's slick enough and loose enough. It's a little surreal, feeling that slickness when his fingers touch Kaveh's hole, sliding two fingers into it easily and stretching around him. Kaveh has never been this pliable, even after Alhaitham has spent a long time fingering him open. It's just different, when you're an omega.
So, Alhaitham swallows and pulls his fingers back, lifting them up in a daze to sniff the slick on his fingers and then press them into his mouth, sucking the slick off with a low groan. He doesn't leave Kaveh out in the cold though, shifting forward to press the head of his cock against Kaveh's hole, nudging himself in close, closer, until his cock pops past Kaveh's rim and settles inside of him.
He can't stop sucking the slick off his fingers though, which makes his movements awkward as he starts to press in deeper inside of Kaveh, holding him by the hip with his free hand. Deeper and deeper he sinks into Kaveh, groaning around his fingers and then leaning forward to brace a hand on the mattress next to Kaveh's head, snapping his hips forward so he can bury himself to the hilt.
There's almost no more slick on his fingers at this point so he does pull that hand out of his mouth before surging forward to kiss Kaveh as he grinds inside of him. He's so hot and wet and tender around his cock, it's like night and day compared to when they fuck usually. ]
[ Kaveh moans, a sharp, needy sort of sound, when Alhaitham's fingers press into him. Rarely before has the other been able to start with two fingers at once—at least not so easily as he does now, pressing into him and stretching in a way that has the blonde arching and shifting under him, enjoying the pleasure but also wanting, needing, more. Even as fogged over with heat as he is, he's a little taken aback by the moment, surprised at his own sudden capability, at the way his body welcomes—invites, practically—the other's touch. Usually, Alhaitham has to spend quite some time preparing him, making him ready, but right now... ]
I don't need your fingers— [ he growls, even as his hips hitch and his breath stutters. And he'd continue his complaint too if it weren't for the fact Alhaitham was already halfway to pulling his fingers free when Kaveh decided to grump at him about it. There's a look on the other's face, something distant, as he brings his fingers to his nose, and then to his mouth, and Kaveh thinks a sound on Alhaitham's mouth has never sounded so sweet.
It's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and it's only made better by the alpha's movement, the way he moves forward to press into him. Awkward or not, Kaveh's body has been craving this enough that he barely notices, hips rocking up in answer to him, a shaky, shrill moan on his lips as the other's hips snap forward, burying himself complete. ]
Nnmgh so good, it's so good don't stop—
[ He's babbling, gasping out words as if Alhaitham had been edging him for hours rather than tending to him immediately the way he has, the need of his heat fogging his mind more and more the closer they get to what his body craves. He's still begging as Alhaitham surges forward to capture his mouth, words becoming little more than whimpers and moans against the other's lips as he answers the kiss, deep and desperate, all lips and tongue and teeth as his hips arch and press, body arching into his alpha's.
This is what he's needed all morning, even if he didn't know it. This is why his skin was burning, what the heavy feeling in his stomach was, why everything smelled like Alhaitham. He needs the other man like he needs to breathe. He fills him perfectly, and Kaveh's not sure that he'll last long now that his body is finally getting the answer it's desired. ]
[ Now, there is no need to hold back. No need to do anything but completely lose himself to the feeling of Kaveh's body, to the sweet taste of him on his tongue. Alhaitham's starting to feel pulled under by Kaveh's heat, his own rut responding in kind in the back of his mind and if he isn't very careful, he'll likely trigger his rut without preparation. He can't do that, he still has to finish his paper.
But Kaveh is begging him and the alpha growls, vicious and triumphant as he's able to finally, finally breed his mate in the way he's always wanted to and always needed to. The hand not holding himself up goes to cradle the back of Kaveh's head, fingers clutching his hair tightly while he begins to pull back and push in inside of Kaveh. The sounds of his slick squishing as Alhaitham pounds him fills the room, combined with their heavy breathing and the soft creak of the bed. It has Alhaitham groaning again, into Kaveh's mouth as his hips speed up to continue to slam into Kaveh.
Over and over, he presses into him but at the same time he has the sense of mind to continue shifting his angle, searching for Kaveh's prostate so he can fuck into him directly against it. He knows that'll probably set Kaveh off, wring an orgasm out of him before Alhaitham is anywhere close to done, but that doesn't matter because the two of them have all the time in the world to fall into each other's bodies over and over and over again.
He'll fuck Kaveh back to full hardness if he must, and then do it all over again. Kaveh's not leaving this bed anytime soon. ]
[ The alpha's triumphant growl has Kaveh squirming under him, renewed pleasure rushing through him at the knowledge that he could reduce the other to this, that he could give Alhaitham this feeling. It's something he's dreamed about more than once, shed tears over in private with the belief he would never be what he saw himself as needing to be for the other man.
And now, he is. Even if this is just a dream—
But it's not, it's real, and Kaveh pants back against Alhaitham's mouth as his hips answer each of the other's thrusts, moving against him in the most natural of ways, something they've done hundreds of times before even if it feels so different now.
(He wants it to feel like this forever.)
And then Alhaitham's hips shift, the new angle having him fuck directly into Kaveh's prostate, and it's enough, the older of the two loosing a veritable howl as he tips over the edge, body tensing under Alhaitham as he shudders, spilling over both of their abdomens, his muscles clenching down on the other, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. The howl becomes a low whine, his hips continuing to move even as the human part of his body tries to come down in the afterglow, satiated but not satiated enough for the wolf in heat. ]
[ Alhaitham knows instinctively that this is not enough for Kaveh. Not even close, especially not without that knot inside of him. But still, watching him arch up and spill across the both of them is a beautiful thing that has Alhaitham groaning and growling afterwards as his hips speed up their pace. Now that he's found Kaveh's prostate, he just hammers in on it, over and over, giving Kaveh what he needs even if his body protests it.
This really is incredible. It's so different than their usual fucks. It's not that sex with Kaveh was bad before, Alhaitham really liked it and... also, never has been with anyone but Kaveh so he didn't have a frame of reference otherwise. But right now, this is his first time with an omega and he really, truly did not know the world of difference this made. How instinctive everything feels, and how bound he feels to Kaveh. Their scents are mingling together, the two of them rubbing off on each other, and Kaveh's hot, tight hole is perfectly sculpted around Alhaitham's cock. Kaveh has never felt this tight and pliant around him before and it's making Alhaitham a little dizzy. He might, genuinely, pass out from lust after all this.
It drives him a little crazy to think about the world open to them now. To think, if his rut triggers, he might actually get Kaveh pregnant. And something about that thought has him feeling merciless as he pounds harder into Kaveh, as he drops his head down and bites at his shoulder, sinking his fangs into flesh if only not to bite at the scent gland at the base of Kaveh's throat. His fingers grip the sheets underneath them, his other hand dropping from Kaveh's hair to help keep himself propped up, both hands on either side of Kaveh's head now as he just fucks him, over and over, not stopping even for a moment. ]
[ Oh, it's too much. It's too much. Kaveh's whines are almost mewls, the blonde squirming and writhing under Alhaitham as the other's cock continues to hammer against his prostate, sending shocks of burning-hot—almost too hot—pleasure down his spine. His fingers scrabble over the other's back, claw-like in how they hook against skin, drawing stripes of red over flesh as they seek grounding; his hips stutter, half-trying to draw back, half-trying to push him closer, human overwhelmed and wolf craving knot.
The wolf, however, is winning. Kaveh cries out as fangs sink into the skin of his shoulder, the pain-pleasure of the action mixing with the continued stimulation against his prostate, the whole thing enough to make him come again despite having only done so moments before. It makes his nails dig harder against Alhaitham's back, his voice shaking on the cry, his body weak against the sheets.
And still he needs more. Aches for it in a deeper, more primal way than the painful tightness between his legs. He needs— ]
Knot— [ It's all but sobbed into the air as Kaveh's head tilts back against the pillows, eyes wide but seeing nothing through the haze of his pleasure, of his heat. ] Alpha, please please I need your knot—
[ They've barely started. Distantly, he knows this. And yet he can't help but beg, can't help but cry out for more, answering the call of the heat in his blood. ]
[ The wolf in Alhaitham is ravenous with lust, can do nothing but ache to howl, to knot, to breed his mate with everything he's got. Kaveh begins to beg Alhaitham for it, for his knot, and the whole world narrows down to the small space of their tangled bodies and Alhaitham's cock burying itself in Kaveh's body. Over and over, he just loses himself inside of him and barely even feels the sting of those nails scraping down his back. Later, he'll probably spot the blood trails, tease Kaveh for it, but right now — it's nothing but a distant flash of pain.
His omega demands his knot. What is he to do? Deny him? Absolutely not. He needs to give his omega everything, anything, the entire world and then some. It's his duty as his alpha to serve his omega, to pleasure him, to make him happy and sated and cared for. His entire being only exists to please his omega. And so, Alhaitham hammers in on him harder, harder, faster, faster, and —
And just like that, he tips over the edge with an actual, literal howl. His mouth pulls away from the bite he's inflicted on Kaveh's shoulder and he tilts his head back as he howls, spilling his load into Kaveh's tight heat and letting his knot grow without hesitation. Usually, he's much more coherent at this point in their sex and can stop himself from knotting Kaveh if he's too far gone and feels the need for it. But right now, there's nothing stopping him, nothing but sheer need inside of him to breed his omega.
So, Kaveh will feel it, the way the knot begins to swell at the base of Alhaitham's cock. He continues to fuck into Kaveh a few more times until the knot is too big to let him pull out anymore and instead he instinctively swaps to grinding inside of Kaveh. The tip of his cock is nudged up against Kaveh's prostate while his knot grows against his rim until it's too large and locked them both together.
This definitely feels nothing like it did before. Alhaitham's world spins as he tries to blink and look out in front of him but it's too overwhelming and his eyes slam shut before he drops his head against Kaveh's throat, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation of finally, finally being able to knot his mate. ]
[ Mm, wasn't he just thinking before that something Alhaitham did was the hottest thing ever? Whatever it was, it's nothing compared to the way Alhaitham howls, primal and powerful, as he comes, spilling deep into Kaveh as the older man cries out in answer, a third orgasm making less of a mess between them than the previous two, his body already largely spent. The fog in his head seems to lessen a little as he feels himself full of his alpha's seed, and growing fuller by the moment as Alhaitham's knot swells until they're locked together, the head of the younger's cock pressed against his prostate in a way that keeps a low, pleasant sort of pleasure rumbling through him.
Finally, Kaveh can see again. The feeling is immense, answering every need within him, peeling back the layers of his heat just enough that he can focus on something else for a moment. Not that he really wants to, with how good Alhaitham feels, locked against him like this.
There's a lot he doesn't understand right now, questions he's sure he'll have for his boyfriend once they've both come down from this. But right now, the alpha is whimpering, overwhelmed, and Kaveh has the sense to reach for him, fingers stroking through his hair even as he pants, as his own body finally sinks into the afterglow, temporarily sated. The questions can come later. Soon. But right now he wants to comfort the other man—not to mention bask in the pleasure of being so beautifully filled. ]
Haitham? [ His voice is soft, gravelled from all the growling and whining. ] Are you okay? [ Then, after a soft pause: ] You were amazing. You were so good to me.
[ Gently, he shifts his hands, cupping Alhaitham's cheeks and lifting his head so that Kaveh can lean up to him, pressing soft, sweet kisses against his mouth. ]
[ Alhaitham is trembling. Overwhelmed and overwrought, he doesn't know what to do with his body. His limbs. Anything. He hangs in this dazed pleasure with no idea how to move forward. His cock is still stiff inside of Kaveh, will be so until his knot finally deflates and he keeps releasing the occasional rope of come inside of Kaveh, body needing to lather his insides with his seed and satisfy the wolf that he's bred his omega properly.
But even then, he's still unable to really think clearly. He wants far too much from Kaveh right now, both wolf and human dazed from the adrenaline crash that he's feeling right now. He finally, finally got what he's always wanted and now his entire body has collapsed under the weight of it. He whimpers softly when Kaveh cups his cheeks, lifts his head, unable to find the strength to open his eyes and just lets Kaveh press kisses to him instead.
Oh, Kaveh. The love of his life. His entire heart. His only family. He whines softly, a puppy like whine spilling from his throat and leans in to nuzzle against Kaveh. His arms move to wrap around Kaveh, holding him to his chest as he sinks down against the bed with him as well. Voice surprisingly hoarse from everything, he mumbles — ]
Are you... okay?
[ His main priority, even like this, is to make sure Kaveh is satiated. ]
[ Kaveh has always been the nurturing sort. But right now, with someone so dear to him in need, nothing could be truer about him. He continues to press soft kisses against the other's mouth, fingers lifting again to stroke through his hair, soothing him even as he occasionally bites back a soft whimper of his own in answer to the ongoing pleasure of the other's knot pressed into him.
Alhaitham whines, and Kaveh's heart goes out to him. His own voice soothes, hushes, holding the other close as he nuzzles against him. It's no surprise, he thinks, that as overwhelming as this was for him, it would be for Alhaitham, too.
And so he smiles when the alpha asks if he's okay, humming lowly as his fingers stroke over his scalp in a tender caress, head bowing so he can bury the softest of kisses among silver strands. ]
Mm. [ It's a non-committal answer at first, as Kaveh allows himself a moment, considers how his body and mind are feeling. And then, softly: ] I'm a little—actually I'm a lot confused, but I.. I've never felt better.
[ Alhaitham is still a little dazed but the kisses Kaveh is giving him, the nuzzling, the warm affection, it's all helping him feel a little more right in the head. As Kaveh presses kisses to his hair, Alhaitham tucks his face in against Kaveh's throat so he can breathe in his scent and feel warm and satisfied in response. Yeah, that's... that's what ne needed the most.
But he's still listening attentively for Kaveh's answer. He knows he must be all out of sorts with what's happened to him. And so Alhaitham reaches for an answer, but it comes out a little half-hearted with his nose buried in against Kaveh's scent gland.
His voice is a soft mumble in response, breathy and distant even as he tries to explain what he's thinking. ]
I've read... studies. About late presentations... or about designations changing... with circumstance.
[ The implication, of course, being that one of these has happened to Kaveh. But Alhaitham is still too out of it to give a proper explanation, to latch onto his usual logical, straightforward approach. The wolf in his head is pacing in circles before settling, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in all ways against his omega. ]
[ Kaveh is quiet as Alhaitham explains, although after a few moments his fingers in the younger man's hair still, his teeth pressing into his lower lip as he considers. His heart feels like it's caught in his throat, suddenly. Could it really be..? ]
I...
[ Of course it could be. It is, it clearly is; with that initial moment of clarity from being knotted having passed, all of the other things come rushing in: Alhaitham's scent tickling his nose, the stronger-than-ever connection he feels to the other, the rumbling pleasure in his belly at the sensation of the alpha's knot locking them together.
The new sensitivity at the base of his throat—he squirms, whimpers, as Alhaitham's nose nudges against it. ]
So I. [ He swallows. ] I'm an omega now? Not.. not a beta?
[ It feels like a dream. Is it a dream? This will change everything—
Kaveh whines. ] Haitham, I need you to come back to me and make sense.
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It's not because of their fame, he reasons. Most people have no idea what they look like beyond the name: one a PhD student renowned for his exceptional intellect, the other a famed architect responsible for some of the city's greatest builds.
If it isn't the fame, it must be the other thing.
Next to him Alhaitham is tall, strong—and apparently, according to some of Kaveh's best friends, he smells divine.
Kaveh, though, can't smell him. Nor does he have a scent of his own, or a soft spot at the base of his throat to be marked as belonging.
It makes things hard. For one, he imagines people stare. Imagines they wonder: what in Teyvat is an eligible, unmated alpha doing fucking around with a beta?
Sometimes, he thinks they're right.
He knows, deep down, that Alhaitham is committed to him, that he has eyes for no one else—but it's still hard not to feel sick with jealousy when lithe, wide-eyed omegas sidle up to them, drawn by a scent Kaveh can't sense, so sure that this strong, unmated alpha must be theirs for the taking.
Alhaitham always growls them off, puts an arm around Kaveh, tells them he has a boyfriend—
(and Kaveh thinks deep down that Alhaitham would use the word "mate", too, if Kaveh himself hadn't forbidden it, afraid of what can never be)
—stares at them with those unyielding coppered emerald eyes until they back down, disappear with a whine and a pout.
And he tells Kaveh that he doesn't want any of them, that he's happy, that Kaveh is being ridiculous, actually, but—
Well. He's always been one for self-doubt.
Two hours is nowhere near enough sleep. It's what Alhaitham tells him every time he pulls something like this, and he always promises to do better next time.
He never does.
But he's not getting any younger, and apparently today is the day that two hours really isn't enough sleep, because he wakes up from a practical all-nighter (spent drafting and re-drafting and re-drafting and re-drafting a project) only to find himself with a raging headache and a feeling like lead in his guts.
He texts the contractors and the site manager and lets them know he won't be in. Then, he curls up in bed and goes back to sleep.
When he wakes again, it's early afternoon and he's on Alhaitham's side of the bed, and he's sweating, and he feels gross. He must have some sort of fever, and—
Ugh, the room stinks.
Perhaps stink is the wrong word, is his immediate re-evaluation. It's a nice smell: musk and cedarwood and parchment. It's just strong. It tickles his nose, twists his stomach, makes him want to just sink back into the bed and bury his face in Alhaitham's pillow and ignore the world until his boyfriend comes back home.
He opens the windows instead. He just needs air—And yet, somehow, the room he's in smells nicer than the fresh air that wafts in from outside. He must be sick if everything is this off-kilter.
He wants Alhaitham.
With a sigh, he sits on the bed and reaches for his phone. He's not usually needy like this when he gets sick. He usually weathers it with a stubborn smile, lets the other take care of him reluctantly, when his body gives out and he can't do anymore. But right now he just wants his boyfriend home, and he wants him to take care of him. A strange, insistent little feeling. ]
Hey, are you coming home anytime soon?
I'm feeling really sick. Didn't go to work today.
I want to see you.
[ He hits "send" before he even re-reads what he wrote, and then makes a face. Gods—He sounds pathetic, no better than those whiny wide-eyed wanton little things that throw themselves at his boyfriend when they're out. But I neeeeeeed you, Alpha. He's just sick, he's pathetic, he can do better than this— ]
Sorry
I'm being stupid
I just... I really feel like shit, I guess I'm just feeling a bit sorry for myself.
I'll see you when you get home ok?
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It's a stupid desire, one he buries down deep and doesn't let impede on their actual relationship but his instincts scream at him, every day since the day they met, to take Kaveh as his mate and take care of him like an alpha would. It doesn't matter than he's a beta, doesn't matter that he wouldn't like knowing the unhinged thoughts that pop up in Alhaitham's brain sometimes, doesn't matter that they didn't even speak after a fight when they were teenagers until reuniting in their adulthood and then, afterwards, getting together as — boyfriends. None of this actually matters to the alpha, the wolf, inside of Alhaitham that wants to claim, bite, and rut Kaveh.
He's honestly just grateful that Kaveh will give him this much, boyfriends, and lets Alhaitham still scent him when he's feeling clingy and he's even knotted him before, though that was pretty overwhelming for them both so they didn't do it often. Being with a beta isn't hard, but being with a beta like Kaveh is... well, he has to make adjustments. Tiny ones. Minor things, to curb his instincts, to not let himself get carried away. He's fine with making these tiny concessions because it means he has Kaveh in his life and Kaveh is happy with him. And he is content to do this until his dying day because Kaveh is the love of his life, no matter what.
No omega, no matter how sweet their smell, compares to what Kaveh gives him, after all. They never have and never will.
Today though, he's at the university and buried in a pile of books in the library when his phone vibrates. He's got a paper due sometime next week and while he knows the content backwards and forwards, there's some elusive research he's still trying to grab onto to make his argument. He hasn't found it yet, this deep in his book pile, but he has all day to find it so he's not worried. Of course, that is until he picks up his phone, running fingers through his hair as he stares down at the screen.
That...
Huh.
Kaveh has never said anything like this to him before. Not that he doesn't feel it, Alhaitham knows, but the other man is much more guarded with his feelings than people expect. I want to see you, he says. Then he follows it up with an excuse but the damage is done. Kaveh wants him. Needs him. The alpha in Alhaitham goes a little crazy for a moment before he blinks, pinching the bridge of his nose and reminds himself that Kaveh is not an omega, needing his alpha to come home and soothe him. He's just lonely. Which is still a perfectly valid reason to ask Alhaitham to come home, in his opinion.
He packs up his bag and he leaves.
It doesn't take long to get back to their house. Well, Alhaitham's house. A nice little townhouse in Sumeru City that he inherited from his grandmother. It's far too big for him alone and probably for him and Kaveh too but it's his den and nothing feels as satisfying as stepping into it, smelling his scent and then Kaveh's lighter beta scent underneath it. Which is, of course, what he expects when he steps inside again and is almost knocked to the floor when he smells a very distinct smell of omega in his home.
There's a growl in his throat immediately. Kaveh is home, sick, and some foreign omega is in his house enough to scent the place? Who did Kaveh invite over? Alhaitham didn't reply to the text, just headed home, but he didn't think Kaveh would replace him so easily. So, he's feeling irrational and pissed off suddenly as he sets the bag down and follows the omega's scent up the stairs. His anger grows as he realizes it's headed straight to their bedroom — his den! — and his jaw clenches as he twists the doorknob, steps inside and —
And sees only Kaveh there. Buried under the blankets, a tuft of hair sticking out but that's about it. No omega in sight. Or... no... other omega? Alhaitham is confused suddenly because the scent of omega is still there, strong and full of need, an omega in heat and as Alhaitham takes it in, there's something nice about the scent too. Like a forest after rain and something slightly refreshing. It reminds Alhaitham of... of something all too familiar. Kaveh's muted beta scent. But amplified by a thousand, somehow.
It's making him a bit dizzy. ]
Kaveh?
[ He steps into the room, anger somewhat dissipated and instead replaced with confusion. Unconsciously, he closes the door behind him, like he doesn't want their shared scents to get out of the bedroom. ]
Are you awake? I'm home.
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His boyfriend's voice, though, is enough to make him emerge, one eye and then the other, red irises wide and blinking, pupils blown out. A wave of that strange, leaden sensation washes over him as the room's scent—Alhaitham's scent, pouring off him now that he's here—and a soft whine finds the blonde's lips before he realizes what he's doing.
Kaveh may not have Alhaitham's supreme intellect, but he's far from stupid. If he were less addled, he might have pieced together the reality of what's happening to him right now. But as it stands, with the way he's feeling, his brain is too foggy to figure anything out beyond the obvious—
The obvious, of course, being that he feels like crap and wants his boyfriend's comfort, even if it doesn't really explain the sudden urge he has to throw himself into the other's arms and bury his face into his chest (an instinct he fights back, instead gathering the blankets a little closer to his body as he blinks owlishly at the alpha). ]
I... [ His voice feels thick in his throat, the scent in the room so strong now that he has to swallow against it, the fog in his brain worse than ever. He bites back a whine. ] I'm awake. I'm just... not feeling too good, I guess. My stomach is churning, and I'm feverish, and everything smells funny, and—
[ He cuts himself off mid-ramble, once again blinking at his boyfriend, brain trying to parse the empowered scent, trying to understand the urge he has, like never before, to throw himself into the other's arms. ]
Did... did you... are you wearing cologne? I thought you didn't like the way they smelled...
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I don't.
[ But that's not answering the actual issue at hand. It's not clearing up the confusion in him because right now, what his senses are telling him is that there's an omega in heat in his bed but what his brain is reminding him is that Kaveh, the person in his bed, is a beta. Just a beta. He's always been a beta. Why would that change? Of course then, his brain helpfully supplies the studies and articles he's read about secondary genders changing to adapt to circumstances and the other articles he's read about late presentations, especially in betas. So, it's not unheard of but — shouldn't he have noticed a change before now? He prides himself on being attentive to Kaveh in all the ways Kaveh doesn't realize, but now...
He steps into the room closer, takes the few steps around to where Kaveh's sleeping (Alhaitham's side of the bed, his brain helpfully points out). Everything in him is telling him to soothe this omega, to give him comfort and security and remind him that his alpha is here. Alhaitham is struggling against those instincts but there's another part of him thinking — why struggle? It's not as if he's never touched Kaveh before, never comforted him before. Even if Kaveh doesn't realize yet what's going on, Alhaitham is starting to have a hunch.
Alhaitham reaches out, presses the back of his hand to Kaveh's forehead as if checking for a fever. But then he slides his hand back, fingers carding through Kaveh's hair and pushing it out of his face. ]
What do you need? [ A pause and then, insistent — ] Don't overthink it. Just the first thing that comes to mind.
[ Because if he knows Kaveh half as well as he thinks he does, Kaveh does not want to admit that he needs Alhaitham right now. But Alhaitham knows, an omega in heat? All his body is going to crave is his alpha. ]
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His lips part to protest, but Alhaitham is already crossing the room, reaching for him, pressing his cool hand against heated skin and pushing Kaveh's hair back—the older man's response is instant, head canting, leaning into the touch as his eyes close, a soft sigh on his lips. Yes, this is all he needed: for Alhaitham to come home, to comfort him like this. Even as his conscious mind fails to recognize what's going on, something in his subconscious is soothed, content with the knowledge that his alpha is here now, that he'll be looked after.
Perhaps that's why, when Alhaitham asks him what he needs, the answer comes more easily than it usually would. Usually, Kaveh would shake his head, tell the other that he doesn't need anything, that he'll be okay, that he just needs time to get over it.
But now?
His eyes open, drooping in a syrup-slow blink as his blown pupils search the other man's face. His voice when he answers is soft, but lacking his usual stubborn reluctance, hesitation gone as he murmurs: ] I need you, alpha.
[ He doesn't even fully realize what he's just said, what he's just called Alhaitham. Perhaps more out of inexperience with them than anything else, now that the other is here, he's sinking into his instincts, letting them crowd and make their demands of him. He feels a little less sick now, after all, with that cool hand threading fingers through his hair, and the scent of the other so close to him. ]
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But he is frozen for a moment, hand in Kaveh's hair and just still as he looks at him. He sniffs the air then, for Kaveh's scent, and looking as well for the scent of... heat, of arousal, of slick. He's not sure if Kaveh is at that point yet but the hunger Alhaitham feels for it is there.
Oh gods, he wants to taste Kaveh's slick so bad. ]
Okay.
[ His answer is simple and he's going to crouch for a moment, getting one arm under Kaveh's legs while the other scoops him around his waist. Up he lifts him, easy as pie, so he can press his own leg into the mattress and climb onto it, with Kaveh in his arms. He'll lay Kaveh down then in the center of the bed before bending over him himself so he can crowd Kaveh in against the pillows, hand buried in Kaveh's hair while he leans down, down, down, into Kaveh's space.
Once he's completely surrounded Kaveh with his scent and his presence, he hovers above his face, taking in the flushed skin, the heavy eyelids, the slight parting of his lips. A low rumbling growl spills from Alhaitham's throat, all instinct, and the scent of his arousal grows stronger. He wants to devour Kaveh. ]
I'm going to knot you. I'm going to fill you with my pups and you'll never feel empty again.
[ And just like that, he leans in to kiss Kaveh with a possessive eagerness that can't be hidden. ]
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Hnn—
[ A soft gasp of pleasure trips from him, his hands reaching for Alhaitham even as the other crowds him in, surrounding him with the scent he's been craving since he woke up, curling into his shirt and holding him close as the alpha growls, and Kaveh trembles with an answering whine. His conscious brain is too overwhelmed to understand what's happening beyond the sudden need, but his instincts guide him, lean him into Alhaitham's space in return, his own scent strengthening as the wolf in him answers the call.
And then Alhaitham—
Oh.
Another whine, something half-moan, tears itself from Kaveh's lips, his arms flying around the other to hold him close, fingers tangling in his hair as he arches, as he returns the other's kiss on panted breath, heart racing in his chest as his scent heightens yet further. It makes no sense—when Alhaitham has knotted him before, it's been overwhelming to the point of sometimes being uncomfortable, and yet...
Gods, he wants nothing more. He wants it. He needs it. He needs to be full. ]
Please. [ It's a shattered, desperate little cry between the heat of their kiss. ] Fuck me, knot me, breed me, I need it—need you—
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Kaveh is begging, desperate, and Alhaitham moves his hand to cup Kaveh's cheek, tilting his head so he can kiss along his jaw, down to his throat, breathing in the scent of his omega right from the source. He can feel the scent gland at the base of Kaveh's throat, heated and tender from activation. Going from a beta's neutral scent gland to an omega's more sensitive one overnight has to be rough, so Alhaitham reminds himself not to bite him right now. Not yet. Instead, he drags his tongue across the skin and sucks lightly on him as he hears Kaveh's sweet cries.
More kisses, up his throat, nipping at Kaveh's ear and his voice is a rumbling growl as he murmurs into Kaveh's ear. ]
I will. I'll breed you, fill you with my pups. I'll make you mine, Kaveh.
[ And then he pulls back, not far, only far enough to reach his hands down to the hem of his shirt and pull it up and off, leaving him shirtless above Kaveh. There's a part of him that wonders if he's going too fast, taking advantage of Kaveh like this, but then again — Kaveh's not going to be coherent until he's knotted. The heat has dragged him under and all he's probably thinking about right now is his alpha. So, it's only Alhaitham's duty to take care of him, isn't it? ]
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It's why, when he feels Alhaitham's thigh pressing between his legs, he rocks himself up against it. It's why, when the alpha's mouth tastes that newly-sensitive spot at his throat, his cry is shattered and hoarse. It's why, when the other growls in his ear a promise to make him his, Kaveh whines in answer where in the past he might have patted the other's hair, called him a possessive alpha, told him he already is.
This time, he only whispers: ] Good.
[ He whines again when Alhaitham pulls away, hands automatically reaching for him, a pout forming on his lips, needier than he's ever been. But he relaxes when the other pauses not far away at all, stripping his shirt off, revealing the hard muscles the older man has always admired. (Nay, drooled over.) And as soon as he's shirtless, Kaveh reaches to tug him down again.
It's probably not helpful; Alhaitham probably needs to sit up so they can both take their clothes off, but right now he wants the other close. His face buries into the younger man's shoulder, breathing him in with an eagerness he's never showed before. ]
Mm, smell so good..
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They're going to have to have a real talk about this when Kaveh is coherent again. About what this means, about what Kaveh wants, about what changes and what doesn't. Alhaitham isn't looking forward to it but he knows it must be done. He just wants Kaveh to be his, in any way possible, any shape or form. Alhaitham loves Kaveh, no matter what designation he happens to be. It's just also satisfying to have Kaveh like this as well.
His hand goes up to cradle Kaveh's head as he breathes him in against his shoulder. He turns his head to press an affectionate kiss to Kaveh's forehead in reaction and rocks his thigh against Kaveh's groin through their pants. He knows he needs to undress them but this is going to be difficult with neither of them wanting to pull away from each other. ]
I know. But let me undress you first, okay? Then you can scent me some more.
[ Another kiss pressed to Kaveh and he pushes him back gently, so he can get to his shirt. Up and off it goes, easy, before Alhaitham is leaning in to kiss Kaveh again. A deep, wanting kiss to his mouth while he moves his hands lower to Kaveh's hips, fingers curling into the hem of his pants and tugging it down. Come on, come on. ]
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It's a deep down, distant thought, most of the time. But sometimes, when he's feeling at his most vulnerable—
Right now, that same part of him is less vulnerable, and more—mm, triumphant. Kaveh's body is finally doing all the things that he's privately sure Alhaitham would have wanted all this time. With his face buried in his boyfriend's neck, even as he breathes in the alpha's scent, he's pouring his own all over him in reply. His own neck tingles with sensitivity where the other's mouth was against it just before.
This time, when Alhaitham pulls away from him, he growls—a soft, irritated little noise, so unlike the throaty, possessive growl his lover likes to sound but a clear complaint nonetheless. His expression turns pouty even as he lifts his arms so that the younger man can remove his shirt; when he leans back down again Kaveh's arms circle his shoulders, fingers lifting to tangle in his hair as he answers his kiss, hips lifting to grind until Alhaitham's hands move to them.
The other's fingers catch not only the hem of his pants, but of his undergarments too, and they come away wet—with precum, and with the beginning hints of his slick. Freed from its confines, his cock stands against his abdomen, beading, flushed a pretty red.
Kaveh whines again. He wants to scent Alhaitham some more, but he also wants the other just as naked as he is, wants to have him closer— ]
Hurry up— [ It's whined at the other, but it's demanding in tone, Kaveh's eyes bright with desire. ] I need you..
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But it's also too real to be a dream. The slightly gross stickiness from Kaveh's slick and precome making his underwear and pants stick together even as Alhaitham tosses them to the side. The discomfort of his own cock, trapped within his pants. The tangle of limbs from two tall guys wrapped up in bed together. The little things that don't make this entirely perfect are grounding enough to make Alhaitham know that this is real, this is actually happening.
When Kaveh growls, Alhaitham licks his jaw lightly and then presses a kiss to his lips, sweet as can be. He doesn't detangle himself from Kaveh, lets the other man sink his hands into his hair and grind up against him. Alhaitham has to gingerly push Kaveh's hips back for a moment so he can push down his own pants and underwear, breaking the kiss to look down and navigate taking his clothes off without dislodging Kaveh from around his neck.
It takes a bit but he does succeed, throwing the clothes to the side soon after and letting himself settle, naked, between Kaveh's legs. A hand reaches down to wrap fingers around Kaveh's cock and he strokes him a few times, bumping their noses together and murmuring quietly. ]
Be a good boy and wrap your legs around my waist. Then I'll knot you just how you want, okay?
[ Another gentle nip against Kaveh's throat follows and Alhaitham nuzzles his face against his skin. ]
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But soothed or not, the wolf only grows needier as the space between them lessens, as the alpha above him—his alpha—strips off the rest of his own clothing and presses back in close, as his long fingers wind around Kaveh's cock and stroke, making the older man keen and groan in pleasure, arching up against him.
To that gentle instruction, Kaveh nods, forehead bumping against Alhaitham's as he does, right before the other draws away to press against his throat again. He's warm all over, a renewed thrill rushing through him at the thought of being good for the other, an excitement beyond compare twisting his guts at the thought of being knotted, despite how uncomfortable it's been in the past.
It won't be uncomfortable this time, he knows it. Not when his body is craving it so desperately.
So he lifts his legs, coiling them around Alhaitham's waist and locking them behind his back even as he arches up against him, breath trembling on his lips with every exhale. He can the alpha against him, hard and ready—he's going to feel amazing—
They belong together, the wolf in him triumphs. His alpha. ]
Yes. Please. Please, Haitham. Alpha. I need you.
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But then there's the alpha in him that wants to claim that someone. Wants to bind them together on a level that he can't with a beta. He wants to bite him, bond them together, make it so they're able to sense each other no matter where they are, no matter what's happening. It's an irrational thing, feeling that way towards a beta, but it's his alpha instincts insisting upon it.
And now... now he has the opportunity. What a feeling this is.
Alhaitham licks Kaveh's jaw again, one last tender lick before he drops his hand between them to catch the base of his cock in his hand. He drags himself closer, using his free hand to touch between Kaveh's cheeks, to make sure he's slick enough and loose enough. It's a little surreal, feeling that slickness when his fingers touch Kaveh's hole, sliding two fingers into it easily and stretching around him. Kaveh has never been this pliable, even after Alhaitham has spent a long time fingering him open. It's just different, when you're an omega.
So, Alhaitham swallows and pulls his fingers back, lifting them up in a daze to sniff the slick on his fingers and then press them into his mouth, sucking the slick off with a low groan. He doesn't leave Kaveh out in the cold though, shifting forward to press the head of his cock against Kaveh's hole, nudging himself in close, closer, until his cock pops past Kaveh's rim and settles inside of him.
He can't stop sucking the slick off his fingers though, which makes his movements awkward as he starts to press in deeper inside of Kaveh, holding him by the hip with his free hand. Deeper and deeper he sinks into Kaveh, groaning around his fingers and then leaning forward to brace a hand on the mattress next to Kaveh's head, snapping his hips forward so he can bury himself to the hilt.
There's almost no more slick on his fingers at this point so he does pull that hand out of his mouth before surging forward to kiss Kaveh as he grinds inside of him. He's so hot and wet and tender around his cock, it's like night and day compared to when they fuck usually. ]
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I don't need your fingers— [ he growls, even as his hips hitch and his breath stutters. And he'd continue his complaint too if it weren't for the fact Alhaitham was already halfway to pulling his fingers free when Kaveh decided to grump at him about it. There's a look on the other's face, something distant, as he brings his fingers to his nose, and then to his mouth, and Kaveh thinks a sound on Alhaitham's mouth has never sounded so sweet.
It's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and it's only made better by the alpha's movement, the way he moves forward to press into him. Awkward or not, Kaveh's body has been craving this enough that he barely notices, hips rocking up in answer to him, a shaky, shrill moan on his lips as the other's hips snap forward, burying himself complete. ]
Nnmgh so good, it's so good don't stop—
[ He's babbling, gasping out words as if Alhaitham had been edging him for hours rather than tending to him immediately the way he has, the need of his heat fogging his mind more and more the closer they get to what his body craves. He's still begging as Alhaitham surges forward to capture his mouth, words becoming little more than whimpers and moans against the other's lips as he answers the kiss, deep and desperate, all lips and tongue and teeth as his hips arch and press, body arching into his alpha's.
This is what he's needed all morning, even if he didn't know it. This is why his skin was burning, what the heavy feeling in his stomach was, why everything smelled like Alhaitham. He needs the other man like he needs to breathe. He fills him perfectly, and Kaveh's not sure that he'll last long now that his body is finally getting the answer it's desired. ]
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But Kaveh is begging him and the alpha growls, vicious and triumphant as he's able to finally, finally breed his mate in the way he's always wanted to and always needed to. The hand not holding himself up goes to cradle the back of Kaveh's head, fingers clutching his hair tightly while he begins to pull back and push in inside of Kaveh. The sounds of his slick squishing as Alhaitham pounds him fills the room, combined with their heavy breathing and the soft creak of the bed. It has Alhaitham groaning again, into Kaveh's mouth as his hips speed up to continue to slam into Kaveh.
Over and over, he presses into him but at the same time he has the sense of mind to continue shifting his angle, searching for Kaveh's prostate so he can fuck into him directly against it. He knows that'll probably set Kaveh off, wring an orgasm out of him before Alhaitham is anywhere close to done, but that doesn't matter because the two of them have all the time in the world to fall into each other's bodies over and over and over again.
He'll fuck Kaveh back to full hardness if he must, and then do it all over again. Kaveh's not leaving this bed anytime soon. ]
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And now, he is. Even if this is just a dream—
But it's not, it's real, and Kaveh pants back against Alhaitham's mouth as his hips answer each of the other's thrusts, moving against him in the most natural of ways, something they've done hundreds of times before even if it feels so different now.
(He wants it to feel like this forever.)
And then Alhaitham's hips shift, the new angle having him fuck directly into Kaveh's prostate, and it's enough, the older of the two loosing a veritable howl as he tips over the edge, body tensing under Alhaitham as he shudders, spilling over both of their abdomens, his muscles clenching down on the other, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. The howl becomes a low whine, his hips continuing to move even as the human part of his body tries to come down in the afterglow, satiated but not satiated enough for the wolf in heat. ]
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This really is incredible. It's so different than their usual fucks. It's not that sex with Kaveh was bad before, Alhaitham really liked it and... also, never has been with anyone but Kaveh so he didn't have a frame of reference otherwise. But right now, this is his first time with an omega and he really, truly did not know the world of difference this made. How instinctive everything feels, and how bound he feels to Kaveh. Their scents are mingling together, the two of them rubbing off on each other, and Kaveh's hot, tight hole is perfectly sculpted around Alhaitham's cock. Kaveh has never felt this tight and pliant around him before and it's making Alhaitham a little dizzy. He might, genuinely, pass out from lust after all this.
It drives him a little crazy to think about the world open to them now. To think, if his rut triggers, he might actually get Kaveh pregnant. And something about that thought has him feeling merciless as he pounds harder into Kaveh, as he drops his head down and bites at his shoulder, sinking his fangs into flesh if only not to bite at the scent gland at the base of Kaveh's throat. His fingers grip the sheets underneath them, his other hand dropping from Kaveh's hair to help keep himself propped up, both hands on either side of Kaveh's head now as he just fucks him, over and over, not stopping even for a moment. ]
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The wolf, however, is winning. Kaveh cries out as fangs sink into the skin of his shoulder, the pain-pleasure of the action mixing with the continued stimulation against his prostate, the whole thing enough to make him come again despite having only done so moments before. It makes his nails dig harder against Alhaitham's back, his voice shaking on the cry, his body weak against the sheets.
And still he needs more. Aches for it in a deeper, more primal way than the painful tightness between his legs. He needs— ]
Knot— [ It's all but sobbed into the air as Kaveh's head tilts back against the pillows, eyes wide but seeing nothing through the haze of his pleasure, of his heat. ] Alpha, please please I need your knot—
[ They've barely started. Distantly, he knows this. And yet he can't help but beg, can't help but cry out for more, answering the call of the heat in his blood. ]
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His omega demands his knot. What is he to do? Deny him? Absolutely not. He needs to give his omega everything, anything, the entire world and then some. It's his duty as his alpha to serve his omega, to pleasure him, to make him happy and sated and cared for. His entire being only exists to please his omega. And so, Alhaitham hammers in on him harder, harder, faster, faster, and —
And just like that, he tips over the edge with an actual, literal howl. His mouth pulls away from the bite he's inflicted on Kaveh's shoulder and he tilts his head back as he howls, spilling his load into Kaveh's tight heat and letting his knot grow without hesitation. Usually, he's much more coherent at this point in their sex and can stop himself from knotting Kaveh if he's too far gone and feels the need for it. But right now, there's nothing stopping him, nothing but sheer need inside of him to breed his omega.
So, Kaveh will feel it, the way the knot begins to swell at the base of Alhaitham's cock. He continues to fuck into Kaveh a few more times until the knot is too big to let him pull out anymore and instead he instinctively swaps to grinding inside of Kaveh. The tip of his cock is nudged up against Kaveh's prostate while his knot grows against his rim until it's too large and locked them both together.
This definitely feels nothing like it did before. Alhaitham's world spins as he tries to blink and look out in front of him but it's too overwhelming and his eyes slam shut before he drops his head against Kaveh's throat, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation of finally, finally being able to knot his mate. ]
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Finally, Kaveh can see again. The feeling is immense, answering every need within him, peeling back the layers of his heat just enough that he can focus on something else for a moment. Not that he really wants to, with how good Alhaitham feels, locked against him like this.
There's a lot he doesn't understand right now, questions he's sure he'll have for his boyfriend once they've both come down from this. But right now, the alpha is whimpering, overwhelmed, and Kaveh has the sense to reach for him, fingers stroking through his hair even as he pants, as his own body finally sinks into the afterglow, temporarily sated. The questions can come later. Soon. But right now he wants to comfort the other man—not to mention bask in the pleasure of being so beautifully filled. ]
Haitham? [ His voice is soft, gravelled from all the growling and whining. ] Are you okay? [ Then, after a soft pause: ] You were amazing. You were so good to me.
[ Gently, he shifts his hands, cupping Alhaitham's cheeks and lifting his head so that Kaveh can lean up to him, pressing soft, sweet kisses against his mouth. ]
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But even then, he's still unable to really think clearly. He wants far too much from Kaveh right now, both wolf and human dazed from the adrenaline crash that he's feeling right now. He finally, finally got what he's always wanted and now his entire body has collapsed under the weight of it. He whimpers softly when Kaveh cups his cheeks, lifts his head, unable to find the strength to open his eyes and just lets Kaveh press kisses to him instead.
Oh, Kaveh. The love of his life. His entire heart. His only family. He whines softly, a puppy like whine spilling from his throat and leans in to nuzzle against Kaveh. His arms move to wrap around Kaveh, holding him to his chest as he sinks down against the bed with him as well. Voice surprisingly hoarse from everything, he mumbles — ]
Are you... okay?
[ His main priority, even like this, is to make sure Kaveh is satiated. ]
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Alhaitham whines, and Kaveh's heart goes out to him. His own voice soothes, hushes, holding the other close as he nuzzles against him. It's no surprise, he thinks, that as overwhelming as this was for him, it would be for Alhaitham, too.
And so he smiles when the alpha asks if he's okay, humming lowly as his fingers stroke over his scalp in a tender caress, head bowing so he can bury the softest of kisses among silver strands. ]
Mm. [ It's a non-committal answer at first, as Kaveh allows himself a moment, considers how his body and mind are feeling. And then, softly: ] I'm a little—actually I'm a lot confused, but I.. I've never felt better.
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But he's still listening attentively for Kaveh's answer. He knows he must be all out of sorts with what's happened to him. And so Alhaitham reaches for an answer, but it comes out a little half-hearted with his nose buried in against Kaveh's scent gland.
His voice is a soft mumble in response, breathy and distant even as he tries to explain what he's thinking. ]
I've read... studies. About late presentations... or about designations changing... with circumstance.
[ The implication, of course, being that one of these has happened to Kaveh. But Alhaitham is still too out of it to give a proper explanation, to latch onto his usual logical, straightforward approach. The wolf in his head is pacing in circles before settling, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in all ways against his omega. ]
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I...
[ Of course it could be. It is, it clearly is; with that initial moment of clarity from being knotted having passed, all of the other things come rushing in: Alhaitham's scent tickling his nose, the stronger-than-ever connection he feels to the other, the rumbling pleasure in his belly at the sensation of the alpha's knot locking them together.
The new sensitivity at the base of his throat—he squirms, whimpers, as Alhaitham's nose nudges against it. ]
So I. [ He swallows. ] I'm an omega now? Not.. not a beta?
[ It feels like a dream. Is it a dream? This will change everything—
Kaveh whines. ] Haitham, I need you to come back to me and make sense.
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