different muses

open. bottoms. t/aboo only. of age only.

Casey knew he shouldn’t. His son was in the room right next door. The walls weren’t the thickest shield against sound. Still, he’d gone to a work function tonight, got a little tipsy, and now he was naked in bed. It seemed Casey’s fate these days was to be perpetually horny and without any valve for release. Which was exactly why he’d downloaded a hook-up app, made a profile in ten minutes, and slapped a pic of his broad shirtless chest as the bait. Casey figured he could sneak someone into the house under his son’s nose if worst came to worst. Whatever happened, he resolved to get laid. To Casey’s delight, the closest guy had a rather risque icon of his barely-clothed ass. Casey clicked on it, read the details, and on a whim…sent a teasing message.

      Daddy Next Door: I’d say hello but       Daddy Next Door: I’m worried it’s past your bedtime       Daddy Next Door: what’s a boy like you doing up at a time like this?

Mason was having a hard time sleeping, so instead he decided to just watch a little bit of porn. Nothing could compare to the real thing, but he hasn’t been laid since him and his boyfriend broke up nearly three weeks ago. What he wasn’t expecting though was to get a message on the hookup app he made last week. Humming and opening it, there’s a small smirk on his lips. Shifting in the bed, he reads and re-reads the message that he’d been sent, searching for the perfect response. 

Rocky rolled his eyes not really sure what other answer he expected out of Mason. This kid did what he wanted and everyone knew it. “Worth it for me? Or for you?” Rocky asks slyly. “Because I want to know just what you plan on doing to make it worth i for me?” Rocky asks his hands moving to Mason’s hips. “Like I said, I won’t be taking you back, if you give me a reason not to.” Rocky says leaning forward so his breath was ghosting over pouted lips.

Relationship: Business Partner/Employee’s kid, Business Partner/Employee’s spouse/partner.  For Bottoms, femmes.

“You know when he brought you in to work with him today and told you to make yourself at home I don’t think he meant quite like this.” Rocky said to the other who’d boldly took a seat in his lap. “I mean this isn’t even his office how’re you going to explain this if he finds out about this.” Rocky said casually not bothering to remove them just making sure they were aware this could go wrong.

It was something that he had gotten used to the fact that his wife would go on business trips. He knew that there was something up with her, it was something that was not getting past him. Paul was somehow still awake at two in the morning when Jaspen came home, past his curfew. He smirks at his step son, licking at his lips. “You want me to punish you?” He turns his attention to him, grabbing his step son by the hair. “Is that what you want?”

Arges exhaled a slow, appeased sigh, resting his body on top of Max, resting his head in the hollow of his mate’s shoulder. “And you’ve absolutely stolen mine. What a sad world I lived in before I found you.” He held Max close, deeply inhaling through his nose to bask in the other’s scent; Max always smelled good to Arges, but after sex there was a tinge of sweat and slick and come that made the sweet scent more tangy and heady, and it made Arges feel lightheaded.

He smiled against Max’s skin. “When my knot goes down you want me to make us breakfast? We need fuel to keep us going today if we’re gonna keep working on that heat.”

Next to the knotting, this was Max’s favorite part. Just being drunk on Arges, the alpha that had without a doubt stolen his heart. “You never have to be sad again. Never want you sad, baby.” His words soft and low, head turning just slightly to nose at the alpha’s temple and taking the chance to just breath in that sweaty yet oh so familiar scent to him. “Life was...scary before you. Never belonged before you came along.” And now Max felt like he had a purpose in life, that was all because of his mate. 

This was possibly his favorite part of coupling in this way; the afterglow, the moment when their bodies were locked together, flying high on hormones and release, when the entire world narrowed down to just them, just this room and this moment. He prayed this time there would be a pup to show for it, because the only thing that could make him happier with his mate would be a little bundle made by the two of them. His heart soared with love for Max, his fingers running over Max’s cheek.

“I’m glad.” He nuzzled the side of Max’s face, thrumming lightly in pleasure. “My perfect, sweet mate.”

Right now, Max felt like he was in heaven. It was perfect, just being able to be connected with Arges like this. This was just what his body craved, his body needed it more than anything. The want and desire for a pup of their own, his body and heart yarning for it. Max easily leans into Arges’ touch head tilting to kiss at the other’s wrist. 

Feeling his mate going boneless with post-orgasm relaxation, Arges took very little time to bring himself over the edge. Sweat was beading on his brow, rolling down the middle of his back, as he kept going, kept thrusting. He leaned down to snatch at Max’s lips in a soft, slow kiss, as his knot caught at the inner rim of Max’s hole.

A beat later he let out a long, heated groan as his belly twisted tight with release. His cock throbbed, abdomen tightening as he pumped a hefty load into Max. It held him frozen for a moment, the orgasm making him tremble all over before it started to ebb off, and he lifted his head to peer down at Max with a soft smile.

Max couldn’t move even if he wanted to, his body felt so damn boneless right now. His eyes looking up at his mate lazily, finding Arges beyond hot with the sweat forming around his head. Feeling the knot catch though, Max grunts, a small whimper of pleasure coming out. Kissing Arges slowly, keeping it tender. 

Nothing felt as good as this, Arges knew. Nothing in all his life had felt half as good as the feeling of coupling with his mate; the act was driven as much by love as by instinct, he had fallen in love with Max the moment his teeth broke the boy’s skin, and he had only become more so the more he got to know his young mate. Max was patient and kind, sweet in spite of the sometimes gruff Alpha’s demands. It felt so good to have him here, like this, lost in the ecstasy of heat and begging for only him – for his Alpha, his one and only.

“Yeah…” Arges wanted it so much he dreamed about it sometimes; a sweet baby with Max’s soft blue eyes and his dark skin, the perfect addition to their lives. Maybe two. Maybe more. Definitely more, but maybe at once? It was a dream he wanted to grab hold of, couldn’t wait to fulfill with his sweet young mate. He let out a heated groan as he felt Max’s muscles clamping down on him in orgasm, as his little cock spurted feebly in spite of how intense it was; Max wasn’t made for that, it was his hole that puberty had focused its energy on, readying him to carry his Alpha’s young. His dick worked, but not well. Arges groaned deeper, his hips not stopping even through Max’s release, using that tight squeezing of his muscles to bring himself closer. His knot was growing, stretching Max out and getting ready to lock them together… just a little more…

Arges was a few of Max’s first. He was his first and only mate, the only alpha to have ever knotted him. And the only alpha to claim him. That bond was so damn special to Max that he couldn’t put it into words. He could honestly say though that he loved Arges, and he’d do anything for the alpha not just because the bond wanted him to, but because he loved the other. Max had learned from the start that when the alpha demanded something, that he was to comply. Not that the other asked him to do anything he didn’t want to do. Max only wanted this with Arges, only wanting the alpha to take care of him in heat, to knot him over and over again. 

There was no stopping now; an Omega this deep in heat could bring on a sort of low-intensity rut in their mates, just by scent and their begging, pleading for their mate’s bond. Arges felt the edges of his perception start to fuzz out, the need to breed his omega overtaking all other considerations as he began thrusting in earnest. He sat up a bit more, his hands moving to Max’s hips to pull him down on his thick length, giving him the intense fucking that he needed with him lost this far in heat.

“I will, baby,” he purred. “I’m gonna stuff that belly so full, just you wait. I’ll knot you over and over until your heat’s over and you’re lying here with a belly full of cum and if we’re lucky this time, that belly will have a baby in it when we’re through.” He licked his lips, watching Max writhe and beg for him, feeling the beginnings of his knot just from the sight of his mate like this. “Cum for me, Max. Cum for your Alpha.”

Max couldn’t think of a single person that he trusted enough to take care of his heat for him. Nobody beside Arges that is. And if anybody would try, Max would fight it tooth and nail because he doesn’t want anybody else. He wanted and needed his alpha right now, his body was taking over and Max wasn’t going to stop it. His head falling back when the alpha shifts, body shaking just slightly from the build up. 

That growing need in Max translated to an explosion of pheromones from the young Omega, a surge that was designed to – and successfully accomplished – enticing his Alpha into fully committing to the act, to draw him close, if not fully into, a rut to breed this needy little creature. Arges inhaled deeply, filling his nose and his lungs with the heady aroma coming off his mate, and it filled him with a tingling warmth that made him even more aroused, woke up that dominant part of himself.

He took hold of Max and rolled, turning them over to pin his mate on his back, winding those long, slender legs around his waist and thrusting deep into his wet heat. “Don’t worry. I won’t stop until we’re sure, until your heat’s over and you’re so full you can’t possibly avoid it. We’re gonna put those pups in your belly so we can see what kind of beautiful little ones you make.” He pulled back, thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in his mate, ears full of Max’s voice and the obscene squelch of his leaking hole taking the Alpha’s thick, engorged length.

This was the first heat Max had where someone helped him along with it. There was only two goals in mind, getting him through this heat and hopefully at the end of it, a pup being put into him. The fire inside him wasn’t going to be dulled until he felt his alpha’s knot stuffing him full. And that was what was driving Max’s movements, hips moving on the other to press Arge’s as far into himself that he could. 

“All yours,” Arges answered in a low, loving rumble. Traditionally, it was the Alpha who claimed ownership over their Omega; they bit them, bonded to them, fathered their pups, took advantage of their heats. But Arges wasn’t a traditional Alpha, and it thrilled him to feel that they belonged to one another in equal measures. Max was the only Omega he would take, he knew. He would be happy with his sweet young mate, and happier if and when the boy’s belly swelled with a pup – hopefully more than one, he wanted this house full of love and the sound of laughter. “I love you, baby…”

They were reaching a turning point in Max’s heat, Arges knew. The fire was burning higher, striking up the furnaces that would forge them forward toward the need to breed, instead of making love. His hands gripped Max’s hips, helping him move harder in place. “Tell me what you want, Max. Tell me how you want me.”

“My mate...my alpha.” While at first, yes, Max was worried that Arges would find another omega, that fear had went away pretty quickly. Arges was all that Max had ever wanted without knowing it at the time. But then the alpha came along and for once, Max knew that he belonged for a change. And whenever Max could finally give the alpha pups, he’d be more than happy. Every fiber in his being craved it and that’s what was driving him. “Feels so good, baby. Need it all.”

His fingers slipping into the hair on the back of Max’s head, Arges returned the kiss with equal passion, at the moment his only movement the gentle stroking of the other hand up and down Max’s back. “My sweet boy, it’s my duty to take care of you, forever.” He grinned, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes. He couldn’t wait until Max had a pup growing in him; he couldn’t wait to fawn over and coddle his sweet young mate, his soft little love who would only ever be his. He’d waited longer than most Alphas to finally choose a mate, but he knew just looking into Max’s eyes that the wait had been worth it to find this fresh, untouched beauty.

He thrummed low in his chest, snatching Max’s lips in another kiss, ready and willing to lose himself in his mate’s heat.

Max’s fingers hold onto Arges side, wanting to keep him close as possible. He moans into the kiss, loving the contact he had with his mate. He needed this, the closeness to the one that he’d be tied with forever. He gets lost in Gray’s eyes, rocking himself a little bit more, moaning as he feels every inch. Yes, they’ve had sex before but this time, it was Max’s heat that was driving him crazy, making him crave his mate even more. “I love you, you’re the best alpha there is. All mine.” He moans out, forehead resting against the alpha’s. 

“You better,” Arges rumbled, hands gripping lightly at Max’s buttocks, kneading the supple muscles as he feels the weight lower and his head gently parting the tight grip of his entrance. He let himself groan deeply as he sunk deeper, his arms winding around Max to hold him closer. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you, I’ve always got you.” He nuzzled, kissed, wherever he could reach, comforting his heat-addled mate as they coupled, letting Max set the pace and the intensity. “My love, my sweet omega. Never deny that I am here for you.”

Arges made a soft, sympathetic sound at his mate’s words, smiling against his skin. “Sweetie, this is important enough to pull me away from work. It isn’t as if I can’t remote in to finish later.” Working in upper management had its perks, and being available for his sweet young mate was one of the most fulfilling. His hands continued moving over Max’s pale body, over planes he had committed to tactile memory but which always felt so soft and supple under his hands. He knew how much Max wanted a pup – not only for the fulfillment of their basic need to breed, but because it would give him concrete proof of their bond, and something to do during the long days when Arges wasn’t home.

“If you’re ready,” he said in a silken whisper, a hand moving to help guide his head against the tight, leaking hole, his lips and eyelashes brushing feather-light over Max’s graceful neck. “Go on.”

Max finds himself nosing at the other’s jaw, taking any chance to breath in his scent. “Next time, I’ll call you, promise. Because it’d been hell the few hours it started.” He admits lowly, finding himself being selfless when it came to his mate. Max’s hands go to trace the other’s jaw lightly, giving soft kisses here and there any chance he got. He needed a pup to lock in the fact that he actually had a mate. And the fact that he didn’t have one yet was disheartening for Max more than anything. It made him doubt himself as a mate for Arges. 

With gentle motions Arges gathered the smaller form of Max against himself, moving to lie down among the pile of stolen clothing and bedding Max had gathered for his nest. Unlike many Arges preferred to clean up nests after they had been used; he didn’t like leaving them to stink wherever they lie. Perhaps soon he should construct a proper one for Max, especially since they had been trying so intentionally for a pup.

“It’s alright,” he hummed in a soothing voice, rubbing Max’s back, nuzzling his cheek softly. “Sorry I wasn’t home sooner. Late client.” One hand moved to hitch his boxers down, working them off to kick them away, and rolling on his back he pulled Max over onto his chest. “It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen.” His cock, hard from breathing the pheromone-rich air around Max, rested between his mate’s cheeks, feeling warm slick slide over it but, for the moment, not making a move to penetrate. Max would set the pace, at least for now. It was still early in his heat, Arges could take over more assertively later on.

Max had found himself changing a little bit, never being the needy or clingy type. But now he was, now whenever Arges wasn’t around, he found himself in the nest surrounded by the other’s shirts because it was the only way he could be close to the other. There was a small ache in his chest when realzing that he wasn’t carrying a pup yet. Something he found himself wanting more and more as time went on. 

It was disappointing that Max hadn’t had the other’s pup yet. That was something they both wanted and of course Max beat himself up over the fact that it hadn’t happened yet. His first heat was something he hated, but this time...this time he was excited for it, hoping that maybe this time they’d get the pup that they both wanted.