A purr rumbles deep in Noah's lungs as he curls his arms around Christian's neck, leaning in so they're chest to chest and their lips are a breath away from one another's.

"Sounds enticing," he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to his father's lips. "Kinda curious if that's because you want me so full of your cum my belly's gotta stretch or because you wanna knock me up that badly."

The younger slowly kisses him, his lips traveling along his jawline before nibbling at his ear to whisper, "I'm alright with either, mind you."

He grinds his bare cunt against the front of Christian's unbuttoned jeans, moaning softly at the thought of his alpha knotting him and cumming in him so much he swells and catches. His fingers ghost down the other's chest to continue pulling out his cock and stroking it as he vigorously mouths at Christian's neck and lips.

Omega asking an Alpha to take them home from a party because they are scared by how many people are there. AND Alpha goes feral for whatever reason, Omega steps in to calm them down before they are tranquilized and taken away. [ kind of imagine 2nd one would be christian scenting any of his kidnappers / anyone that was part of that org or sumn. lol ]

Those lingering stares from strangers for hours had managed to shake Noah's core. It'd been a while since someone had leered at him so expectantly- he hasn't gotten that kind of glance since he'd gotten sober. He's never felt like prey without some aid from substances to take the edge off, and fuck does the terror actually course through his veins.

Luckily, Christian was close by enough that it was easy enough to grab his attention so they could leave.

But then he sees a flicker in his dad's eyes that he's never had to witness, and it somehow manages to shake him just as much. He utters something about keeping Noah safe, but he's quick to step in front of him.

"Dad, stop. Please," Noah whispers desperately. His hand curls around the back of Christian's neck as he presses their fronts together, his nose brushing against the jut of his father's jaw. He knows that whomever these guys are will likely just follow them or keep trying to separate Noah from Christian, but he doesn't care. He knows as long as he's with his dad he's safe.

His eyes are wet and there's a lump in his throat as his free hand takes hold of one of Christian's.

"I just wanna go home. Please?"

Though, as it clicks that really the worst thing his dealers have done was fuck him, he can't help the almost vile smirk that curls at his lips.

"Funny, actually, that you have that in common with him, isn't it? I mean, with him I'm just high and only ever my ass or throat, but you? Shoving your fingers into your heat-ridden kid's cunt?"

He pauses to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Though, the venom seemingly falls from his tone and expression as he begins to walk towards his father. He doesn't give a shit if he does pull the trigger at this point, but he does opt to have some fun with it all.

"Is that why you don't want me to see him?" The words come out as a purr rather than maliciously, just as the hand that reaches up to curl around Christian's hand is more delicate than it is to attempt to restrain. His lips brush against the muzzle as his eyes flicker to the weapon before up at the man. "You want me all for yourself?"

Noah's tongue flickered against the opening before he pressed a kiss to the muzzle. He repeated these ministrations a few times over before his gaze flickered up to meet his father's.