Gap Year Brainrot

"Gods, you are so lovely like this, Kon," Bernard murmurs from miles away, voice dripping with approval. "Stuffed all full, so happy and beautiful. You're such a perfect omega."

His hips move helplessly, trying to both push himself back onto Bernard’s hand and up into his grip, and probably not doing either very well. That doesn't slow down his alpha though, who just keeps moving like there isn't a Super writhing under him.

Kon wants to feel embarrassed by the squelching mess between his legs, by the dry gasping of his breath, but right now, those sounds are the only things he can hear around his alpha's words.

"You've got one more in you, don't you?"

Does he? Does that mean he isn't coming right now? It still kind of feels like he is, or maybe like he's been coming for his whole life.

He honestly isn't sure that he can come again, but if there's a height higher than this, he wants Bernard to take him there.

"G-g-g-ot it in me," he croaks, although he isn't entirely sure — he isn't even sure if he still has a skeleton in him, at this point.

“So sweet, you're so sweet for me,” Bernard moans, mouthing along the inside of Kon's knee. “Can't believe you thought I didn't want you. Never want you to think that again. Gotta show you, make sure you know how much I want you, omega.”

The knot presses deep, twisting just right, and Kon chokes on a sob. His omega basks in the sweet words, soaking up the kind of gentle admiration it can never manage to earn on its own.

There's no "earning it" with Bernard, though, no purpose he has to serve or tricks he has to perform for scraps of affection. Bernard only gives and gives and gives, like he deserves it just by existing. Kon doesn't think his omega has ever felt quite so adored as it does with this alpha.

"You smell so good, and you sound so good, and you look so good, and you feel so, so fucking good."

The heavy, overwhelmed timbre rolls under his drifting consciousness like ocean waves, keeping his hazy mind bouyant enough to hear every delicious word.

The ocean he's floating on is luxurious and warm, moving to and fro without cresting. He's striving to answer the demand in his core for another orgasm, but his body is so saturated with pleasure, he can't find the jagged edge of a cliff to pull himself over.

"I bet you taste incredible, too, don't you? I want to taste you, put my face between these gorgeous sculpted thighs and eat you out until I suffocate. Will you let me do that, sweetheart? Let me make you feel good like that?"

Kon wants… All of that, yeah. Wants all of it and more.

He wants to scream, to shatter, to crash — he knows in his bones that just one more will finally be enough and it will all be over — but getting there seems impossible.

His alpha is just as overwhelmed, if somewhat more in control of himself, judging by Bernard's frantic heartbeat and the claim-fuck-keep bleeding through his scent.

"I want to take you to my den and keep you there until everything I own is dripping with you."

"Keep me," Kon hears himself choke out.

He didn't mean to say it, he thinks in a sudden panic. He should apologize, should take it back so Bernard doesn't think he's—

"Yeah, sweetheart, gonna keep you," he groans in agreement. "Course I am. "

Bernard leans down, his breath hot and damp as teeth scrape down a sensitive inner thigh. He doesn't stop until he finds the swell of Kon’s femoral glands, those intimate, scent-rich nodes that are only active with arousal.

The contact of his tongue is electric— it's a filthy, claiming gesture that makes Kon’s entire frame shudder. Anyone standing near him would smell the unmistakable sweetness of those glands on the alpha's breath and guess at exactly how that scent made its way to his mouth. For a mated pair, it's a sign of a healthy match – almost expected for mates who are trying for a litter.

With a deep, extended growl that vibrates through his fucking psyche, Bernard latches onto that spot with lips and tongue and just the gentlest bit of teeth, and worries at it until Kon's thighs clamp around him with a keening cry.

His alpha is trading very obvious markers between his saliva and Kon's skin, and being obviously intentional about it.

Anyone Bernard so much as walks past will be catching a whiff of KON WAS HERE for days, and if Kon tried to welcome any other alpha into his nest, they'd be hit with the territorial claim of a rival alpha as soon as he spread his legs. An alpha who might actually turn to violence to protect his claim, considering the extreme levels of get back–warning-mine Bernard is infusing into his efforts.

With a wet pop, his alpha releases the skin to meet his eyes again, and he's—

Every other scrap of awareness falls away in favor of the way Bernard is looking at him.

The white of his eyes is almost entirely eclipsed by wide-blown pupils. His upper lip is furrowed and the corners of his mouth stretch back with every inhale, so far that Kon can see the glistening, serrated edge of his premolars. Rivulets of saliva track all the way down to his chin.

There's a fury in his coiled posture that Kon's always found instinctively unnerving when facing off against alphas in combat.

But from his alpha, in his nest, for his heat? Yeah, it hits different, like this.

If he wasn't already tied on a knot, Kon's omega would be urging him to run, to dart away and keep out of reach – but only just enough to make sure that his alpha would give chase and prove that Kon is a prize worth catching.

His alpha isn't snarling out of anger, but to better pull his mate's scent deep into his mind, where it can never be forgotten. He's baring his teeth and coating them with saliva to allow for a cleaner bite, a stronger claim.

The potential energy in those tensed-up muscles aren't to fight him – it's to pounce and catch him if he runs, to show him that Bernard is an alpha worth being caught by.

Suddenly, Kon's omega is urging him to run, knot or no knot, with a spark of mischief that briefly burns through the fog of heat. It yearns for the crazed adrenaline of being pursued, of feeling the distance between them shrink as Bernard proves that no matter how far or how fast Kon could run, he would never be out of reach to his alpha.

More than anything, Kon wants to know that if he dared to slip away right now, his alpha would tear the world apart to find him.

He actually tries, for an entire half-a-second, to arch himself away so the knot slips out. What had been surreal bliss going in feels like his hole is being ripped apart as he tries to remove it. Even his TTK is powerless to stop the way his entire body clamps down in an electric-sharp cramp and tells Kon, 'fuck you, we're not doing that.'

His omega may want the thrill of the chase, the security of an imminent claim, but his body already has the prize it wants, and it won't be giving it up.

"Careful, sweetheart," Bernard murmurs, his consonants thick with salivation. "You won't like what happens if you try to run from me right now."

He means the way his body reacted to removing the knot. Kon knows that's obviously what Bernard means.

But what if it isn't? His idiot omega can't help wondering.

If Kon ran – if he really ran – no human alpha could catch him. Only a handful of meta-human alphas could catch him.

He could mean that Kon wouldn't like what would happen because Bernard wouldn't bother to get up and even try to chase him. He could mean that he wouldn't like watching Bernard stand at the edge of his nest, arms crossed and unperturbed to see the retreating figure of such a weird, big, messy, pathetic—

"I don't want to see you hurt yourself," Bernard is continuing, "especially in your own nest. "Besides, you already ran, didn't you?"

Confusion cuts off whatever spiral his omega had been winding up for.

"I– I did?"

Kon has zero recollection of giving chase or being caught, but he knows he's been kind of in and out of it at points. He's certain he would remember something as monumental as being caught, though. Especially by this alpha.

"Mhm," his alpha hums lightly, turning his head to mouth at the gland on his other thigh. "You ran all the way here — to me — didn't you? All so I could catch you."

The logic of it is slippery, and the deliberate and obvious focus Bernard is putting into scenting the swollen knob of his other femoral gland isn't helping to keep things right-side-up in his head.

He tries to remember when he had decided to come here, tracing his path from the humiliation at the Hall of Justice to the moment Bernard had opened to door for him.

That was all at least a hundred years ago, so it's hard to remember the details, but he knows that he wanted to come to a place that felt familiar – a place that had been so safe for his last heat and felt more like pack than anywhere else he'd ever been.

At the time, he'd thought he was coming to find the familiarity of Tim. But part of the it had been the synthethic alpha pheromones that had turned out not to be synthetic at all. Part of what he'd been coming back for really was—

"I— Yeah," he rasps, a bit stunned by how clearly he sees it. "I did. I ran to you, alpha."

For just a moment, both teeth and fingers dig into his thigh a little harder. With a shudder, Bernard seems to will himself to let go and sit up, put just a tiny bit of space between them. He stares between Kon's legs, where one hand is still holding him tied on the knot. The other hand thumbs curiously across one femoral gland, still wet and reddened. He takes a deep breath, and Kon feels him release the tension from his shoulders as he exhales.

"My alpha is being very pushy at the moment," he says in a much more normal tone. It nee—" He cuts himself off, shaking his head. "No, it wants to be closer to you right now. On top of you, specifically. Would that be alright?"

As far as Kon's omega is concerned, that is the best idea since sliced bread – or just since bread, period.

The idea of Bernard's solid, muscled frame pressing his body down into the softness of his nest, feeling plush textures beneath him and hot skin above him, with his alpha's scents of spicy clove and rainy pine all around him is… That'd be… It's…

Hell, that might be the best idea since yeast.

He doesn't really have the words to say all that right now, so settles for whatever sound wants to spill out of his mouth this time. He expects another of those keening whines that seems to get such a reaction from Bernard, so he's surprised the chirpy, vibrating trill that comes out instead.

Bernard's serious expression brightens at once. "You like that idea, huh?" he asks with a little chuckle. "I'm glad. I feel like I can't get enough of my scent on your skin. I don't mean to be so possessive, I'm just– fuck, my alpha just wants you so bad. I want you so bad, Kon."

Kon reaches forward with clumsy, shaking hands to pull at his alpha, urge him to stop being so damn considerate and just start being in his space already. It's too hard to ask for him to scent him everywhere he can reach, no matter how scandalous.

Shoving aside the pillows under Kon's hips, Bernard fucking finally pushes back up and into his space. With one arm still between his legs, he can't quite get as close as Kon would like, but he is close enough to suck lightly on one nipple, which is a solid runner-up prize.

The knot shifts inside him with the change in position, reminding Kon urgently of its presence the orgasm he's been circling around.

His head falls back into the nest, and a deep groan drags out of him that sounds so un-omegaline, a spike of burning humiliation interrupts his pleasure.

Bernard doesn't seem to notice his ungainly sounds, stretching up to bury his face eagerly into the exposed line of Kon's neck.

"Now everyone will know," Bernard says, his voice finally overtaken with the full, rolling gravel of a real alpheline growl. "This is where you belong, omega."

The truth of that voice and the words it speaks settle into him, reassuring any doubt he had. Of course he belongs here, with his alpha, with his pack. He knows this is where he belongs, and more importantly, now everyone else will, too. No alphas will mistake him for stray, and when Tim gets home, he'll know that Kon belongs here when he smells it all over Bernard's face.

"Smell so good," Bernard groans.

Kon feels a strong spike of some emotion he can't name as this newest truth slips into him.

Bernard runs the tip of his nose across his mating gland, panting and salivating onto his skin.

Kon squirms under Bernard like he's trying to escape — only, escape is the literal furthest thing from his mind at the moment — and his alpha cages him in, pinning him more firmly, just like he'd hoped for.

"All mine," his alpha claims, before running his tongue, firm and flat, up the side of Kon's neck.

Then the whole nest explodes in a storm of cosmic lightning, and his TTK field expands with the overwhelming sensations until he can feel every bolt and rivet through the houseboat. He makes sure to draw it tighter around Bernard, shielding him from any accidental injury from his super-strength or TTK.

It's a good thing he does it, too, because the second wave of his orgasm crests even higher than the first did, and his whole body clamps around his alpha.