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"Three rounds before breakfast," Shane comments while they're drying off. "That has to be a personal record."

As soon as he's said it, he and Ilya lock eyes, the same idea occurring to them both.

This is how they end up spending the whole day trying to wring as many orgasms out of each other as physically possible.

It's fun at first, a little bit aggressive in a playful way. They try out new positions and chirp each other ("That's five for me, try to keep up Hollander!") and just generally have a great time with it.

As it takes them longer and longer to get hard after each round, the mood shifts. They are nearly constantly touching and it should get to be too much, shouldn't it, but instead it's like something's been unlocked for them, a bottomless hunger kept at bay for years because they never had enough time to satiate it.

They have time now and they are gorging themselves. It's desperate, almost frenzied, and they're not even talking in between rounds anymore, too busy kissing every inch of each other they can reach.

Eventually, they start to get tired. They've been sore for hours and it's starting to get painful now, so again the mood shifts. The touches turn gentler. Ilya spoons Shane and fucks into him, hips just barely moving because it's painful for the both of them but neither one wants to stop.

That last round lasts forever and by the time they finally come, they're both crying. Shane turns around as soon as Ilya slips out of him, giving him the softest, most tender little kiss.

"I really don't wanna get up to shower," he mutters, the first clear words spoken by either of them in hours. "I don't know if I can even walk right now. This was a terrible idea."

Ilya laughs. "It was maybe not a good one," he agrees. "I think my dick might fall off."

"Mine too," Shane groans. He tucks his face in the crook of Ilya's neck, where he is warm and sticky with sweat. It would gross Shane out if he wasn't also sweaty all over. "At least we broke double digits."

Shane follows and watches as Ilya grabs his suitcase. Shane tries to stop him but Ilya says that if Shane doesn’t think he’s a good enough alpha to help him with his heat, then maybe he should just leave. Shane gets Ilya to stop packing so he can explain. Shane tells Ilya that his heats aren’t the typical soft omega heats. His are very intense and he can be kind of feral. He’s worried he might hurt Ilya, and Ilya thinks hurting him is fine as long as he gets Shane through his heat. After talking, Shane agrees to share his heat with Ilya. Shane tells Ilya that if he becomes too much, Ilya can leave and he won’t be mad. Ilya scoffs at the idea of leaving Shane while he’s in heat and says everything will be fine. Shane switches his meds and a few nights later, Ilya is jolted awake by the sound of ripping and tearing.

He quickly realizes Shane has ripped his underwear off. Before he can say anything, Shane roughly tugs at his dick and he quickly gets hard. Shane unceremoniously drops down on his cock and rides him. Shane is so wet and he looks so fucking good, pupils blown wide and hair sticking out crazily. He’s about to say something when Shane’s hand slaps down over his mouth. His other hand wraps around Ilya’s throat and squeezes.

“Take it.” Shane growls and Ilya is so turned on. He shuts up and lets Shane use him for his own pleasure. He tries to thrust up but Shane slaps him across the face, and Ilya would have come if he had less discipline. He lets Shane use him like a dildo until he feels it.

“Knot.” He knows Shane wants him to be quiet but he feels like he should warn Shane that he’s about to pop a knot. He isn’t sure if the heat has thrown him into a rut or if he’s just so turned on by the situation but whatever the case, he’s going to knot Shane if he doesn’t stop.

Shane doesn’t stop. He rides until Ilya comes and his knot locks them together. It pushes Shane over the edge and he comes hard, crawling and grabbing at Ilya’s chest. Once Shane regains his senses, he looks down at Ilya to see his scratched up chest, redness on his neck, and his palm print on Ilya’s cheek.

“Did I hit you? And choke you?” Ilya nods and Shane goes to apologize but Ilya stops him.

“It was so fucking hot. Oh my god, I love you so much Shane. Please do not keep heat from me. If you keep heat from me, I will die. I will be good alpha for you and be like dildo for you, just let me-.”

After gasping for breath, I adjusted to the fullness of him. “You fuck her good tonight? I asked. “None of her old boyfriends could make her scream like that. It’s that big dick.”

“You know it, man,” he laughed. “Gave her three orgasms before I flooded her pussy with my load. Raise your ass a little more,” he directed. “Yeah, that’s it. You been taking a lot of cock back at school?”

“Fuck yeah,” I eagerly admitted. “Got tagged by two hung frat guys the other night. They took turns breeding my ass.” He loves hearing that shit when he fucks me.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he exhaled while looking down at his big cock gliding in and out of my tight hole, stretching me to the limit. “Shit. I’m gonna bust,” he growled. “Get ready for this nut — FUCK.”

“Yeah, breed me,” I cried out as I felt his cock blasting inside me. “God, I love when you cum in my hole.”

“Shit, that was good,” he exhaled as he collapsed on top of me. “OK, man. I gotta get back to your mom’s room before she wakes up again. She’ll soon be wanting round two.”

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