Bambi

Prince wished he could say his opinion on Michael wasn’t so mixed beyond belief but he couldn't. The beta’s entire I had to have been made just to confuse him. Never once had Prince felt even the slightest bit of attraction to betas, it just wasn’t normal biologically for alphas to pick betas when omegas exist, yet Michael had to ruin that for him with his big Bambi eyes that he rather hide behind sunglasses, smile far too bright, his soft voice, the list could go on. The main thing that caught his eye about Michael was just how kind he was. He was so sweet to everyone, even the many people who did not deserve the kindness. And yet even being so nice, the man could never catch a break.

From tabloids, horrible interviewers asking questions about anything and everything except for the beta’s music, how even just the slightest slip Michael made would already be the topic for people to gossip about, or even just how he could never escape pain from reaching him. It didn’t take a genius to know that Joe Jackson was abusive, it was public knowledge that he viewed his children as cash cows for him to run tired until they could no longer perform. But even with a childhood like Michael’s, filled with enough violence to probably last a lifetime, pain still couldn’t leave him alone; the burn scars on his scalp was evidence of that.

But even so, Michael still managed to be loving even when the world wasn’t deserving of his kindness, the world wasn’t even undeserving of Michael himself, he needed a better place where people would see him as a human and treat him like one. All of that to say that everything about Michael made up for the fact he didn’t have even a trace of a scent. But even so, Prince has long since accepted the fact that nothing will happen between them, making him annoyed or even angry was a good enough substitute for affection and he’s even done his best to push the man as far away as he could.

Even if it didn’t work since he now stood on the front steps of Hayvenhurst. He still couldn’t even believe why Jackson even sought him out after the entire ‘We Are the World’ fiasco and what happened in ‘83, but the man was seemingly all forgiving, a trait of his that Prince both hated and admired. But nonetheless, the place was nice, beautiful even, with the detailed architecture and vast greenery it all made a wonderful picture.

His attention was brought back to the front door as it opened to reveal Michael himself, his soft voice speaking as a bright smile is on its usual spot in his face, “Prince, I’m so glad you could come.” He was wearing a red sweater with a white collared shirt underneath, some gray slacks and white socks. The sweater had a yellow ‘J’ patch emblem and the only thought that came into Prince’s mind was that this man was not at all ‘Bad’ like his album.

“Hey, Camille,” Prince responded, his tone was taunting, mockery practically dripping from each word, as he handed over a white box with the same name, ‘Camille’, written on the top. The beta’s confusion about the name and gift was hilarious, and as Michael opened the box to reveal what was inside Prince was hoping for maybe some anger to come out or at least for the confusion to double.

However, instead of either, the man’s eyes only seemed to widen after a few seconds of taking in every item in the box, a flush coming to his cheeks and his smile still remaining, if only now smaller than it had been previously, as he uttered, “Thank you, Prince, I love it.” In his too soft and light voice.

The taunt failing wasn’t something he’d expected, all of the items were hardly anything to be thankful over. There was a horribly tacky blanket that was made of a scratchy fabric that felt more like sandpaper than a blanket, a pair of Tootsie Roll cufflinks that wouldn’t go with a single outfit Michael would ever pick and were too unconventional to wear, and a few other random pointless items, each and every item reeked of Prince’s scent which should only make everything even less attractive. Nothing about the gift was nice, and he even called Michael a woman’s name instead of his own. But he supposed he should’ve guessed this would happen. Michael was too forgiving and kind for his own good.

Prince just waved off the thanks and when Michael gestured for him to enter the mansion he did. However as soon as he stepped inside and followed Michael throughout the home, he was immediately hit with a multitude of scents, some more faded than others but he began to filter out a specific scent.

It was fresh, not faintly floating around like others, while those were more of whispers than anything else this one was in the moment, vibrant in every corner of the house. And just the first impression of it Prince already was a fan. It smelled like toasted cinnamon spiced apples and sweet sugar, some undernotes of floral blushing at the edges. It was an omega’s scent, one so nurturing but also untouched, still having a certain softness that only virgin omega’s carried.

It was addictive, and Prince could feel his fangs ache in his gums needing to sink into whoever was the owner of the scent. And while Prince has definitely met many people with amazing scents none came to this one. He tried to figure out who’s scent it could be, there were only three omega’s in the Jackson family and after easily crossing out Katherine as an option, he was left with Marlon and Janet. He remembered hearing about Marlon moving out some years back however which left him with Janet.

She was beautiful, and with a scent like this one she’d be the perfect omega for him. But if not then he could always close his eyes around her and pretend she was Michael.

Michael eventually brought him to a large room, with a just as grand table that looked like it could probably sit over twenty people if Prince had to guess. But maybe the fact that there weren't even five people in the room might have played a part in making it seem far more imposing than it actually was. There weren't even three people in the room, which Prince noticed just as quickly. “Where is everyone?” He asked curiously, glancing at the beta beside him.

“Oh, they couldn’t make it,” Michael mumbled cryptically, looking everywhere besides Prince, as he shrugged his shoulders.

Prince raised an eyebrow at the excuse, “Not even Quincy?”

“No, he called this morning, said he had a fever and decided he’d just stay home,” The beta said, waving his hand as if to dispel the conversation. And before Prince could ask one of his many questions Michael was already changing the topic with a smile.

“I never been to Minnenapolis,” He blurted with a small nervous smile on his face.

“'It's Minneapolis,” Prince corrected with scoff, his eyes set forward, refusing to look to the side at the nervous beta. His scent flared up, filling the air with lavender subsequently covering the delicious apple scent And maybe if he were looking at Michael he would've noticed how the man’s face flushed like it had earlier but this time only stronger and he shifted on his feet.

“Right um..please sit! Would you like anything to drink, or something to eat? We have the most loveliest chef-”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with,” Prince cut Michael off before he could ramble any more, pulling out one of the many chairs. He missed the way Michael’s posture deflated so expressively, a pout forming on his face.

“Oh well if you ever change your mind, just say so,” Michael uttered before a smile came back to his face as he pulled out a chair right beside where Prince was sitting despite the many free ones, and Prince couldn’t object, the heat seeping in on his side from Michael’s arm brushing against his was nice.

And after that, the meeting started, and it was normal for the most part. The only thing Prince couldn't help but notice was how Michael just kept heating up. It started maybe a few minutes or so after they all started talking, and at first it wasn’t even noticeable. It would sharpen in waves, and along with it Michael became more quiet, his answers becoming less detailed and pauses happening between words. And not to mention how the man just kept shifting in his chair, never staying still for even a few seconds before he was already moving.

And eventually Prince couldn't not mention it, “What's wrong with you?” In a more blunt way then he would have preferred.

Michael shook his head quickly as he stood up from his chair, and when he did the sweetest scent hit Prince like a train. It was so sweet, but in the best way possible, and when it hit him a second time it didn’t take a genius to tell that it was coming from between the beta’s legs. “Nothing, I’m fine, but please excuse me,” Michael uttered, his soft voice breathless.

Before Prince could say anything else Michael had already left without further words, barely managing a small uttered ‘bye’ before he left, white box gripped tightly in his hands and the sweet scent trailing after him. Prince felt this pull deep within his chest urging him to follow after Michael but he forced himself to stay seated.

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Prince couldn't help himself anymore, the feral ache in his chest was screaming at him at this point. He’s been sitting alone at the large table for nearly five minutes at this point and Michael and the scent have yet to return. It was when it neared the eight minute mark that Prince‘s resolve finally broke. Giving it not another thought Prince stood up, and left the way Michael had, the sweet scent being his makeshift guide to the beta.

He reached a closed door, the scent seeping out from behind it, and maybe he should have thought before he opened the door without knocking. But he didn't, which led him staring at Michael as he was hunched over a desk, the red sweater discarded and a handful of buttons of his under shirt were undone revealing the man's chest. The sight was otherworldly and if he weren’t already so enraptured by the man then he was sure just this sight would have convinced him to be so quickly that he’d just be another person clawing at the man’s pant legs.

Sweat droplets were dripping down his chest before seeping into the waistband of his slacks, his hair was ruffled, far from its usual clean sweep, and his beautiful doe eyes were lidded, pupils dilated, as he panted small huffs of air. Prince could notice some lighter areas on Michael’s skin, some splotches larger than others on his dark skin. And none of that is to even mention the scent that hit Prince as soon as he opened the door. It was the apple scent but slightly different, while the first one was sweet, this one was practically the very definition of eroticism, both were addictive but for entirely different reasons.

Michael’s startled yelp brought him back down to reality, “Prince!” His voice was pitchy and breathless, and that’s when Prince noticed what the man was holding. It was the scratchy blanket from the box, the same one that smelled so strongly of Prince’s scent.

“You’re going into heat,” He said, almost breathlessly and when he opened his mouth he could practically taste the scent in the air. There was a faint whimper from Michael before suddenly a hand was on Prince’s sleeve, yanking the alpha to him. As soon as he was within range Michael didn’t hesitate before shoving his face into the crook of Prince’s shoulder, hands gripping his sleeve, mumbling something under his breath repeatedly and when Prince listened closely he understood that the man was begging.

Prince was trying to keep a level head which was a task that proved very difficult with Michael humping against him and the scent of an omega in pre-heat so strong in the air. Prince had never gotten so hard so quickly, his head was practically spinning from the sharp change.

But then just as quickly as Michael was on him he suddenly forced himself back, making space between them as though burned, trying to fight between listening to his instincts that begged for him to be taken by the alpha since or the small amount of his right mind that was still left untouched, “I-I’m sorry, I'm not tryin’ to force you–”

Prince had already blocked out the apology as he closed the space between them once more, already burying his nose into the man’s flared scent gland like a starved man as he held him so close to his own body that there wasn’t even a small gap between them as if trying to become one.

His hands gripped at the omega’s waist as he pushed him up against the desk. The sounds Michael made were insane, the needy gasps and soft whimpers were all things Prince had heard countless times before yet none held even a candle to how Michael sounded.

“How slutty can you be? Inviting me over when your heat was today, do you need dick that bad?” He asked, hands gripping tight enough for bruises to bloom, hips grinding forward against Michael’s own which seemed to drive the omega crazy.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen today, b-but the gift and your scent made it come early..” Michael whined, his tone pleading, and if that didn’t make Prince’s dick ache in his pants then he wasn’t sure what would. The knowledge that it was his scent that pushed Michael into an early heat would forever be on his mind just like the imagery of Michael grasping at his pants, inexperienced fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.

“So it was just a coincidence that nobody made it, is that what you're saying?”

Michael bit his lip, mind racing on whether or not to come clean but ultimately his mouth decided for him as it blurted out the truth before a second though, “I lied! I..I did ask them not to come but not because I knew I was gonna go into heat!” He said quickly in his soft voice.

“Oh really? So why then?” He asked, already getting to work on undoing all of the buttons on the omega’s button up shirt.

“I wanted it to just be the two of us,” Michael started breathlessly, “I was gonna ask you something um..private and didn’t want anyone else around,”

Michael’s voice hitched on the word ‘private’, jolting as seemingly another wave of heat washed over him, edging him on the cusp between pre-heat and heat.

“Which was?” Prince goaded, slipping the shirt off Michael’s shoulders. The man was thin, skin taut over his delicate collarbones and his stomach flat, having hardly any fat on him, even by omega standards.

At first Michael’s eyes were darting around, silent as he shifted on his feet, before he mumbled a response far too quickly and quietly that it was impossible for Prince to even make out, and it was only when Prince asked him to repeat himself did he say, “I-I was planning on asking to court you.”

Michael said it as if it were the most heinous thing that somebody could do, his big eyes shining with unshed tears, his voice wobbly as he spoke and it looked like he was close to apologizing for even thinking it'd be okay to try and court him.

Prince froze, his touch unmoving against the soft skin of Michael’s waist, his mind running rampant over the admission from the omega. Michael was planning on asking to court him, something of which was entirely uncommon. Omega’s hardly ever courted the people they wanted as their mates, even less so if their soon to be mate was an alpha. Not only that but this meant Michael wanted him as a mate.

The idea was something Prince hardly ever even let himself entertain, only allowing himself the thought whenever he was in rut and needed something to help him through. It was just something too ludicrous and in the end hurt far too much when he was brought back down to reality and realized the other side of his bed was cold.

But of course Michael had to admit something that wrecked Prince’s entire view on the matter. Prince couldn't think of anything to say, shock was heavy on his mind just like the pheromones in the air.

So instead of having to struggle through any words, Prince instead kissed the omega. The kiss started out unbalanced, Michael clumsy in his attempts to kiss back which was endearing in its own way. Prince eventually decided to lead it, licking at the crease of Michael’s lips and once the omega opened his mouth shyly, Prince slipped his tongue inside Michael’s mouth.

Hearing Michael moan into the kiss was everything, his hands grasping at Prince’s shoulders for any leverage he could get, his hips grinding against Prince’s leg that at some point slotted itself between Michael’s legs. Prince devoured Michael like a man starved, not leaving a single area of his mouth untouched, and it was only when the need to breathe became too strong, his head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, did he pull away, only a string of spit connecting them.

Michael was a picture, panting for air through bruised lips and his face flushed, eyes hooded as they stared at Prince with affection too pure for the alpha.

“You want me to help you out with your heat?” He asked, more so just to hear Michael say he did, watching as Michael nodded, mumbling ‘please’ under his breath so quickly that it hardly even sounded like the word anymore. “I will, I’ll give you everything you need, omega. Gonna make sure it takes every time,” He promised, voice deep with want.

“Please.. please,” Michael begged, and Prince didn’t bother hesitating to shove his hand between them, experienced fingers rubbing against the man’s cunt through his pants, and the moan Michael let out only made him press harder.

“Yeah? You want pups? I’ll give them to you, however many you want, you’re never gonna be empty,” He said, mouthing at the man’s neck, the heady taste of the scent on his tongue.

“Eighteen..please I want eighteen,” Michael gasped, his hips moving against Prince’s fingers, his movements were jerky, clumsy as he tried to get the pleasure his mind screamed for.

“Eighteen? You want a big pack, omega, is that it?” He asked, a mocking edge to his words. Michael didn’t say anything, his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, hips rutting against Prince’s fingers.

“Use your words, baby,” Tutted Prince, pulling his fingers back just a hair, watching as the man’s eyes flew open, glossy with unshed tears.

“Yes, alpha, want a big pack,” Michael mumbled and was rewarded with the pressure returning, only this time it wasn’t from over his slacks, but instead under them, pressing right up against the wet fabric of panties he was wearing, and Prince wasn’t expecting for his fingers to touch lace.

The reveal of what Michael had on under his clothes this entire time had Prince pausing. “You really are a slut. Were you hoping for this, praying I’d fuck you and see you all dolled up, is that it?”

Michael pouted as he shook his head, his bottom lip jutting out, glaring at Prince through his big teary eyes, “Stop being such..such a meanie, alpha.”

Prince clicked his tongue as he pulled his hand out from the omega’s pants. His fingers had some slick on the tips, glistening from under the light and the smell was sickeningly sweet in the best way possible. “You think I’m being mean?” Prince asked, tasting the sweet slick that coated his fingertips, and he doubted he’d ever taste anything that was just as delicious. It tasted like he’d just bitten into an apple, sweetly succulent to the taste and exploding over his tastebuds, he couldn’t wait to lap it up from the very source.

At first Michael’s eyes were lidded as he watched Prince lick his slick clean off his fingers like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, but when his brain finally caught up and registered what Prince was asked. “You keep callin’ me names that ‘m not..” The omega muttered, the pout keeping its place on his face.

“You don’t think you’re a slut?” Prince asked, his tone almost conversationally and after Michael took a second to think he shook his head.

“No? Well I guess we can agree to disagree for now,” Prince started, pulling back from Michael, and a tug in his chest begged him to close the gap and touch the omega once more but he held himself back.

The omega only looked at him dumbly, confusion apparent on his face. “Wha..but you said you were gonna help with my heat,” He talked slowly, his heat clouding his brain.

“You’re not in heat yet,” was the short answer Prince gave.

“But you already started, why stop now?” Michael whined petulantly.

“I’m ‘mean’ aren’t I? Now we’re gonna go back to talking about your song and unless you’d like to do that while standing you might as well sit down,” Prince said gesturing to the desk, and it really looked like the omega may cry but with a wet sniffle he sat on the corner of the desk.

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The talk about the potential collaboration was filled with many pleas and whines from Michael, but they fell on deaf ears as Prince kept the conversation strictly about the omega’s song, asking him questions about it and how he would play a part in it. “The thing I can’t understand is, you ain’t bad, at all, yet you’re making a song specifically about being that?” He asked, unable to stifle a smirk from coming onto his face at the teary glare Michael gave.

“It’s not about me,” He huffed.

“No? What’s it about then?” Prince asked but before Michael could even answer his question, Prince’s hand moved to rest on the omega’s knee, and even just the simplest touch was enough to grab his attention, cutting him off before he was even able to start talking. When the hand didn’t move, instead just rubbing soft circles onto his leg, Michael slowly started explaining.

“It’s um..a song about the streets, and about this kid from a bad-” His words are cut off with a mewl, Prince’s touch had moved from his knee and now his fingers are pressed against his clothed cunt. “Alpha-” He tried to gasp but Prince shushed him with a kiss, his fingers rubbing the wet fabric up into the omega’s sensitive folds.

“Keep talking, if you stop then I stop,” Prince ordered, watching Michael nod his head dumbly, hardly listening to him as he was too focused on grinding his hips onto Prince’s fingers. He let his scent flare up a bit, and that seemed to have an effect on Michael who whimpered, still just barely teetering on the edge of still being in pre-heat.

“Uh..right, he’s from a bad neighborhood who gets out...” Michael started, stumbling over his words as Prince’s fingers stroked the slick damp patch, rough in their ministrations. Michael's eyes had fallen closed with bliss as he spread his legs more. The sight of Michael in the throes of pleasure was captivating, hardly caring what he looks like and instead focusing solely on working his hips in tandem with Prince’s fingers, even if he was uncoordinated in his attempts.

“G-gets out by goin’ to a private school but when he comes back from school break-” Michael’s words trail off into a whine when Prince’s touch left, the alpha instead focusing his attention on taking off Michael’s slacks, and after the omega lifted his hips they came off, allowing Prince to see the lingerie that the man had on.

It was red, the same red that his sweater had been, the fabric hugging Michael’s thighs snuggly. It wasn’t anything inherently intricate, and instead was just a simple pair of lacy panties, small dark red bows on each side. The smell of slick was so heady, glistening on the omega’s thighs and it was only once Michael started talking again that Prince rubbed his fingers onto the wet lace, and that had the omega reeling. The touch no longer softened by the thicker material from his pants but now instead right against him, only separated by thin lace.

“Um…he hah—had gone back to the neighborhood and met up with his old friends,” Michael murmured quickly, trying to get the story over as quickly as he could, and it was when Prince dragged his touch higher up that Michael’s hips suddenly jerked and his eyes flew wide, a moan breaking out of him. Prince was relentless in his attention, rubbing his fingers harshly onto the man’s covered clit.

“Prince, please,” He begged, hips grinding his cunt onto the fingers, the long needed pleasure feeling heavenly. But the touch was soon taken back by Prince which had Michael letting out something akin to a sob, Prince however just waited for him to continue talking and after a few seconds of panting for air, Michael continued.

“His friends start givin’ him trouble out of jealousy, um…and he shows them that he’s still bad even though he don’t mess like ‘em anymore,” Michael stammered quickly, slurring his words together, trying to finish his words quickly so that he could focus strictly on the heat that was fogging his brain.

“You still think I’m being mean?” Prince asked, circling the man’s clit with the pad of the thumb watching as the man bites his bottom lip, just barely muffling a moan.

“No…no, you ain’t mean, and ‘m sorry for sayin’ you were, Alpha,” Michael babbled, and Prince mulled over the apology longer than necessary just to see Michael get antsy, his hips bearing down onto the pleasure pressed up against his swollen clit. Finally after a few seconds, Prince stood up, fingers leaving from their spot between the man’s thighs which resulted in a pitchy whine coming from Michael that was muffled in a rough kiss.

“You were made for this, gonna take such good care of you, baby,” Prince promised after the kiss broke, Michael’s bruised lips panting harsh breaths. Prince began to trail his lips down Michael’s neck, leaving marks in his wake, reaching the omega’s chest where he lathered attention onto one of his nipples, being rewarded with a stuttering moan from the man.

“Alpha please, need you in me, ‘m so empty,” Michael panted and after one last swirl of his tongue Prince pulled back from his chest.

“I hear you, omega, let’s go to your nest,” Prince whispered, while his dick ached in his pants, begging him to take the omega immediately, he didn’t want Michael’s first time to be on a desk instead of in the comfort of his nest, and because Prince couldn’t comfortably knot Michael at this height. However instead of being met with agreement from the omega, Michael shook his head.

“No. ‘S too far, need you now.”

“You just can't help yourself can you?” Prince asked but Michael didn’t care, instead yanking at his belt, hips never having stilled their clumsy movements. “Michael,” He said warningly, the omega still didn’t falter even succeeding in finally undoing the alphas belt but then his wrists were grabbed.

“You need something in you that bad, you brat? So needy that you won’t even listen to your alpha and wait to go up to your nest?” He asked meanly, shoving Michael’s legs further apart. Prince moved to his knees in front of Michael, kneeling between his legs which seemed to grab Michael’s undivided attention. The sweet scent of slick was so strong now, and Prince guided both of the omega’s legs to sit on his shoulder before he pushed the lace to the side before he dove in.

The moan Michael let out was something even professional pronstars could never let out, his hands darting down to grab at Prince’s hair as he thrusted his hips up. Prince lapped up his slick eagerly as he licked between the man’s folds, his tongue teasing at Michael’s swollen clit that was out of its hood, “Alpha!” Michael shouted loudly and Prince pulled back, slick shining on his mouth and chin.

“Do you want everyone to hear you?” He asked, fingers moving to absently stroke through the man's folds, and Michael shakily shook his head, sniffling pathetically, “Then shut up.” Is all Prince said before diving back in, teeth grazing the omegas clit while one of his fingers circled his entrance before slowly easing its way inside.

Prince lathered the omega’s clit with attention while slowly working him open with his finger, keeping him distracted with the pleasure from the discomfort until that slowly changed into pleasure itself and not long later he added another one. Michael was so lost in pleasure, his hips grinding against Prince’s face in uncoordinated attempts for more. And when his thighs started quivering and his walls fluttered around Prince’s tongue and fingers it was obvious the omega was nearing his peak.

Michael practically screamed as he came, clenching so tightly around Prince’s fingers as his hips jerked. Prince let Michael ride out his orgasm, helping him through it as he never stopped pumping his fingers. And eventually Michael went limp against him, muffled pleasured sobs emitting from the omega

But Michael cumming didn’t stop Prince, if anything it spurred him on. His fingers kept scissoring the omega open, now adding a third into the tight heat, his mouth still drinking the man’s slick as he sucked on the omega’s swollen and abused clit.

“Too much..alpha! Too much, ‘s too much..” Michael cried out, but even so his hips couldn’t help but weakly push up against the abuse.

Prince pulled off from the man’s cunt with a wet pop, licking his lips as he peered up at the wrecked omega, mascara running down his tear streaked face and bottom lip bruised from biting it, his fingers still working an unforgiving rhythm inside the man. “Too much? But I thought this was what you wanted, baby. Isn’t this why you insisted on being stubborn, because you needed somethin’ in you?” He asked condescendingly but Michael didn’t even react to the mocking instead only weeping more.

“Alpha, ‘m sorry, we can go to my nest.. just no more p-please,” Michael begged, hiccuping between every couple words, his voice wrecked from moaning.

“I know you can cum one more time for me. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” Prince asked, only being rewarded with a whimper before he went back to the warm heat between Michael’s legs. His fingers quickened their pace, curving up into him while wet sounds filled the air. It didn’t take long before Michael was getting close to hitting his peak again, but just before he could, Prince pulled back.

At first Michael was dazed, hips still moving but now only against air, his mind not having yet even having registered that what was once bringing him pleasure was no longer. When he did realize however a confused and broken sob was ripped out of his throat, “Alpha,” He cried out, hiccuping between every few words. “Whaa..w-why’d you stop?” Michael whined.

Prince licked his lips clean from any of the remnants of the delicious slick, savoring the taste on his tongue. “What’s wrong, baby? Were you close again?” Prince asked with a false frown, Michael only managed to get out a sob as he nodded, his legs tightening around Prince’s head as he tried to pull him closer and back down to his soaked pussy.

“Do you want to cum again, is that what you want?” He asked, and maybe it was mean of him to edge Michael while he was in heat but his omega deserved it from not listening earlier.

Michael managed a nod, shaky hiccups coming from him as he sniffled, tears streaming down his face. “But I thought it was too much for you? I don’t wanna overwhelm you, baby,”

“No, no ‘s fine, wanna cum again. Please alpha, make me cum, please,” Michael rambled, his cunt clenching around nothing and his hips twitched against the air.

“Okay, okay. I hear you, omega,” Prince soothed, and when his fingers returned back to the slick soaked heat Michael’s rambling stopped as he was brought back to the throes of pleasure. And soon enough he came once more, core tightening around Prince’s fingers as he wailed.

It took longer for Michael to come back down from his second orgasm but Prince waited patiently, almost able to block out the throbbing in his pants, and he helped Michael get over the aftershocks. And soon enough Michael was blinking dazedly at him, broken ‘ah’s’ slipping out of him as Prince’s fingers crook inside of his tight heat, putting pressure on a bundle of nerves in him that had electricity shooting down Michael’s spine. His hands pawed weakly at Prince’s head, too wrung out to even be able to push properly. He tries to thrust his hips up against the overstimulation, whether to gain more or push it away it isn't clear, but instead he could only give weak twitches.

As the onslaught of pleasure continued to bear down onto his hypersensitive cunt Michael slowly got brought to yet another orgasm, however with this one, he felt a different feeling accompanying his climax. It was a pressure threatening to spill over and that sparked through the sweet numbness that had washed over his body. “Wait– Alpha! C-can’t– hah! Wait!” His pleas didn’t deter Prince like he had hoped they would, his panic only amplifying as the pressure finally broke through when he was brought to another orgasm.

Prince pulled his fingers out, watching how Michael’s cunt fluttered around nothing once more, slick dripping onto his thighs. He stood up, neck canting up slightly to look at Michael’s blissed out face, licking his lips and fingers clean of the man’s slick, juices dripping down his mouth and chin. Michael himself was panting for air on the desk, body wrung out. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, his curls damp, and his face was the most flushed Prince had ever seen it. And now that he was no longer up against the man’s cunt he could pick up on the scent of heat in the air, the omega had fallen over the ledge from pre-heat at some point.

As Michael came back down, slowly opening his eyes as if they weighed tons, and with him coming back down from wherever he went to with his last orgasm came with muttered apologies, practically sobbing as he told Prince he was sorry. “It’s okay, baby, you did so good,” He soothed and it took a few more reassurances that Michael didn’t mess up like he thought he had before the cries finally filtered down to small wet sniffles.

“Do you wanna go to your nest now?” Prince asked, hands running up and down the man’s small thighs, the skin soft on his hands. Michael nodded his head, fuzziness filling his body.

“Let’s go then, omega,” Prince said, he helped Michael get redressed, not being that mean to make him do it himself, silencing Michael with a kiss when he gasped brokenly when the wet fabric rubbed against his sensitive cunt.

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When they left for Michael's nest, Prince more or less ended up basically carrying the omega through the halls. Michael’s body was propped up against his as they walked, acting more as a dead weight than anything, mumbling the directions after a few seconds. And it didn't take long before the first wave hit, but they luckily reached his bedroom before it came. As soon as Prince dragged him inside the omega was already trying to climb him, hips rutting forward and his face buried into Prince’s scent gland.

The sight of a nest out of the corners of his eyes had Prince sighing in relief, he needed to take the omega now or he was sure he’d knot in his pants. “C’mon, baby, we’re almost there,” He managed through gritted teeth, guiding the squirming omega with him.

When they finally fell into the nest Prince wasted no time, practically ripping Michael’s clothes off, and while he mourned the loss of the lingerie he promised himself to buy the omega dozens of pairs to make up for it. He pulled back slightly to take in the sight of the now fully nude omega, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, hair fanning out around his head almost like a halo, sweat covered chest going up and down erratically, thighs quivering. He could write several songs just about this imagery, and he probably would at some point.

Later he would need to appreciate Michael’s nest better. It was so soft, made of only the best blankets and pillows, the fabric feeling so good on the skin and the colors were mixed of vibrant and pastels but instead of clashing it all went together somehow. Along with the blankets and pillows there was also a good handful of clothes, from womanly ones to more masculine that he assumes is from his family. There were also a lot of stuffed animals in the nest, ranging in size, most of them being Mickey Mouse Prince noticed.

Prince shucked his own clothes off, and the feeling of their nude bodies rubbing together had him feeling something that he could only name as feral. He pressed up against the omega’s slicked covered entrance, and while he wanted to be able to kiss the man as he eased inside, their difference in height made it difficult to kiss Michael to do both. “Gonna bring your legs up, baby,” He whispered, voice rough with arousal, and when Michael’s legs were thrown over Prince’s shoulders, the omega’s body being practically bent in half, Prince leaned down to kiss him as the tip of his dick caught on his slick coated entrance, greedily swallowing the loud scream Michael let out.

As he slowly slid into Michael, each inch inside was excruciating. He was so tight, even after being opened up just minutes prior, squeezing Prince’s dick so tight that he had to go slow lest he cum early. Their mixing heavy breathing filled the air as they both gasped together at the feeling of being connected.

“Feel amazin’ around me, baby. So good for your alpha,” He praised as he finally seated himself fully inside the scorching hot heat. Prince was sure he had been using all of his restraint to not immediately give in and start fucking Michael into his nest, only just barely holding himself back.

It was only when Michael started squirming, murmuring ‘please’ repeatedly under his breath even though Prince doubted he even knew what he was begging for, did the alpha finally move, slowly dragging his length out until only the tip remained before sliding back inside, slowly building up a pace.

Finally when Michael got comfortable enough and his hips were meeting Prince’s thrust, broken moans and wails of pleasure coming from the omega, Prince’s resolve broke, slamming inside the omega, eliciting a sob out of him. “Is this what you wanted, omega? I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you’re only ever gonna have me,” He growled, hips snapping forward into the tight heat of Michael, the omega nodding dumbly, mumbling ‘’m yours’ like a mantra under his breath.

“You wanna be mine, baby? I’ll give you everything you could ever ask for, fuck you whenever you ask, keep you full of my pups, you’re never gonna be left wanting anything if I’m around,” Promised Prince, his fangs ached in his gums, begging to sink into the tender flesh of Michael’s neck that was being bared so brazenly, make true of his words, mark him as his mate.

Michael’s hands were covering his face, even if they did little to muffle the loud screams, scent so heady in the air and mixing with Prince’s own, “Wanna be yours, please! Please, please..” His pleading trailed off into a moan from a particularly deep thrust.

“You already are, omega, ‘m never gonna let you go, you’re always gonna be mine.”

It only took a few more thrusts before Michael finally came around him, his back arching up from the bed with a loud moan, falling victim to his pleasure. Prince ground his dick hard into Michael, rolling his hips to work his knot into the impossibly tight clutch of the omega's body, fucking Michael through the aftershocks of his third orgasm. The copious amount of slick has thoroughly coated it by now, more than enough to ease the way.

It only took a few more unrelenting rolls of his hips before he was able to fully settle inside. It’s an unrelenting pressure, filling Michael up like he’d begged for. As Prince’s knot swells the rest of the way, locking both of them together, Michael’s tight cunt fluttering around Prince’s hard knot, greedily milking every last drop of cum out of him.

“Alpha! Bond, please– please, bite me, bond!” Michael slurred, drunk off the pleasure and Prince was in the same boat.

“You want me to mark you, omega? Show everyone you’re mine?” Michael could only manage a series of nods, and that was all Prince needed. He bit down hard onto the skin below Michael’s scent gland, the scent of his omega exploding on his tastebuds, he could feel half of the bond burst into existence. It was such a surreal feeling, the tug in his chest from earlier back but differently, he could distantly feel what he assumed Michael was feeling, blissed out and satisfied. His fangs finally were soothed when they sunk into the gland, no longer aching in his gums, and only when he felt Michael squirm did he pull back. He lathered the fresh mark with his tongue, soothing it over as he let his scent spill out in waves. It was shining with saliva and the deep bitemark that would only heal but never fade was a sight Prince never thought he’d see. And he barely even made it an inch when he finally released his jaw before Michael’s face was between his neck.

The pain that came from Michael biting at his scent gland was dulled by the euphoria that was crashing against him. Him and Michael were bonded, their matching marks were proof of that. Michael was his omega, he could actually say that now. He would no longer have to wake up in disappointment when we realized he was hugging a cold pillow instead of Michael, he wouldn’t have to live alone with nobody to call his mate, and he wouldn’t have to turn the lights off and imagine whoever he was fucking was Michael.

When Michael finished soothing the fresh bitemark with his tongue they shared one final kiss for the night. He kissed Michael like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and maybe it was since he doubted he could live a day without Michael anymore. It was only when the need to breathe became too strong to ignore any longer that Prince finally broke the kiss. But he didn’t pull back far; instead he rested their foreheads together. They both were panting, sweaty bodies clinging to each other, as they were coming back down to reality. Prince slowly ground his hips forward into Michael’s cunt, tugging at the bond of his knot, and it had the omega huffing, squeezing his watery eyes closed as he finally succumbed to exhaustion.

The next wave would take longer to come as Michael was given exactly what his body was calling for, a knot and a mating mark, so Prince could afford to fall asleep with the omega even if he’d love to stay awake and watch Michael sleep. He was careful as he adjusted their position so they were each on their sides, he soon fell asleep with his face buried in Michael’s neck, excitement burning hot in his veins for when Michael would complete the bond with his own bite mark on Prince’s gland.

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Prince ran a wet rag over Michael’s inner thighs, cleaning them of slick and cum. His heat had lasted only three days in total, the bond having helped it end early. Whenever Prince wasn’t satisfying Michael in some way whether it be by his fingers, his tongue, or his knot then he was watching over Michael. He made sure he stayed fed and hydrated whenever a break came between waves. And he would blame it on Michael’s heat clouding his brain as the reason as to how he had somehow managed to forget who else lived in the house with Michael.

He nearly fell out of the nest when he was woken up to hearing Joe Jackson himself calling out for Michael on the other side of his bedroom door. And having to talk to the father, a word used in the loosest way possible, of the man whose bed he was currently in was something Prince could have done without.

But now that he was able to breathe beyond the heady scent of Michael’s heat, Prince was able to tell that their scents have changed, each of them having a part of the other. And if the bold bite mark on Michael’s neck didn’t ward off any alphas then his scent surely would.

He felt Michael stir, and he watched as the man stretched in his nest before cracking his eyes open. His eyes landed immediately on Prince, and seeing a surprised but relieved smile, however tired, came to his face, hooded eyes crinkling as his scent woke up with him, so soft but vibrant with happiness.

“Prince,” He whispered, voice rough from sleep and from his sore throat, moving to sit up to get closer to the alpha but Prince beat him to it, closing the gap for the worn out omega. The kiss they shared was soft, much unlike their rushed and heated ones, instead this one was soothing, like they had all the time in the world. And when the kiss broke they only separated just enough to lean their forwards against each other. “I didn’t think you would stay,” Michael mumbled, a purr rumbling softly in his throat.

The purr was comforting, and Prince considered laying his head onto the omega’s chest just to feel the faint vibrations but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the freshly woken Michael, “If you plan on asking to court me I gotta be here, don’t I?” He asked, an easy smile playing on his face as he said the words that still felt so surreal on his tongue.

He watched as Michael’s eyes widened, the omega pulling back to properly look at Prince, eyes raking over him as if trying to find any slight hint of deceit. “You want me to court you?” His voice was so small, as if afraid if he spoke too loud he’d break whatever calm was placed over them.