#stmmm26

DAY 1 - KNOTTING

You were scared.

You asked your best friend to spend your first heat with you, but you were still frightened by the thought of a knot inside of you. When you presented, you didn't think you would be an Omega, mostly because when you learnt about secondary genders, you were immediately uncomfortable when you saw just how big Alphas knots could enlarge.

It was impossible to take that. You were in shock when you heard stories about how good it felt, how amazingly pleasant it was to finally satiate that itch, that need. You scrunched your nose each time you heard them, because how could your inside stretch that much?

Hearing them say how the only thing they thought about was the knot, about being filled to the brim, and you really didn't know if you would feel any of that because of your fear. But Steve offered to help you through your heat, and he would make sure not to knot you at all. You didn't want a bad experience, and from what you knew, spending a heat alone wasn't the best thing to ever happen to an Omega.

And Steve cared for you. He cared deeply for you, and he wanted to protect you through everything, even from your designation and fear.

Now, this was the problem, you accepted without question because you held feelings for your best friend ever since you could remember. In some little space in your heart, you were grateful of being an Omega, because that meant you would have at least one chance with him. When he offered to help, you were pretty sure you heard angels sing all around you.

But in the present, your insides were burning, you were sweating, slick was coming out of you in gushes all over your sheets. You built a nest with clothes from your friends, and Steve was the one who brought them all in. Most of the clothes were from him, though. You felt more protected that way, more secure, and his scent made wonders for you to try to calm yourself.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna start making you feel good, okay?" He was hovering over your naked body. In another moment of your life, you would have been ashamed, embarrassed, not good enough, but right now, all you needed was the Alpha above you to do something, anything.

"Please, please…" You whispered, choked up on your own sobs as you reached out for him. He was trembling, and when he pressed his lips against yours, you could feel yourself melting down into the mattress, wrapping your arms around his naked upper body. He was in his boxers only, having taken his clothes off as soon as he entered the room, your scent making his head spiral.

He kissed you senseless, merging his body against yours, and you could feel how hard he was, and fuck— You wanted it so bad. You needed it so bad. You craved it so bad. Your hips bucked against him, making him hiss out against you, but not complaining.

His lips were all over you, kissing his way down, making you come undone with his tongue and fingers. Those fingers that drove you wild each time they intertwined with yours while holding his hand over the table at a diner. You moaned his name, you moaned his designation multiple times, trying to get him to do more, trying to get him to give you what you needed.

"Oh, fuck…" He muttered when he finally slid inside of you, easily so thanks to your slick. You were so wet for him that it kept gushing and gushing out at each thrust he gave. You moaned, cried, and whimpered, feeling every ridge of him inside of you. He was breathing heavily as he moved his hips against yours, jerking you up and down into your bed, his lips kissing your left shoulder over and over again.

"Steve— Alpha, Alpha, more, more!" You cried out, and he was giving his all and yet it was not enough. The fire was not extinguishing, not even a little bit. Your insides were flipped almost, cramps in your belly that ached for something, for more, for anything, and your mushed brain was losing rationality.

"Omega, baby, I'm getting close— Jesus christ!" You came around him for the third time, crying out, and he huffed almost in pain as he sweated all over. His hair was sticking to his forehead, and you could feel him start to rut his hips into you. When you came down from your high, tears streamed down your face, shaking your head.

"Not enough, not enough, more, please—"

"I— I need to pull out, I'm going to knot, and you don't want—" Your eyes widened, your legs wrapping around his waist to lock him in. He gasped, eyes going wide, shaking his head desperately, but his hips didn't stop moving at all. "Omega, you said you didn't want my knot, I can't—"

"No! Please! I take it back! I take it back! Want it, please!" Your mouth was open, drool coming out from the side of it, and he was looking down at you almost painfully, trying to hold himself back. He made you a promise, and you were not thinking rationally at all. You were being driven by your heat, just like he predicted.

"I won't, fuck, I won't—"

"Am I not enough? Not good Omega? No?" You were blabbering, more tears streaming down, desperation in your tongue, and his hands were tight around your pillow, on each side of your head. He shook his head erratically, pressing his lips against yours, breathing against them.

"If I knot you, Omega, I won't be able to move on—" He whispered your name, and you nodded, hands going through his hair as his hips started stuttering, losing his tempo.

"Please, Alpha, please—" Your eyes widened as he moaned loudly, seething himself inside of you, and you could feel the stretch, your head falling back into the pillow with wide eyes. Your mouth hung open as you felt him grow against your walls, and fuck, you could feel the pressure, but also, the relief. The wave of relief just washed all over your body as he consumed you, locking himself inside of you.

And you came around him once more, milking him as he spurted his seed inside of you, a growl vibrating all around, and his teeth nipping tentatively against your neck, threateningly close to your mating gland. You clenched and clenched, to what it felt like an eternity, and then finally, you let go.

You were breathing heavily underneath him, a mess of drool, tears, sweat, and below, he was probably leaking all around you, mixing with your slick. He was trembling, holding himself up as best as he could so that he would not drop his body against yours.

And finally, clarity.

"Oh my god…" You whispered, and his eyes snapped open, panting, looking up at your face, getting himself away from your neck. He was red, choked up, and he shook his head at you with worry, with guilt.

"I— I am so sorry, I couldn't— I couldn't stop it, I tried, but you didn't let me, and you were crying and—"

"I am so stupid…"

"What?"

"It feels so good… God…" You sighed out of relief, feeling like a feather, and the heat was gone. You knew it would be temporary, but it was still such a good feeling. Your eyes were closed as a pleased and tired smile spread on your lips. You could feel him inside of you, almost pulsing, but being like this with him was pure bliss, and it made your heart content. He gulped over you, nodding.

"It does… You're not mad?" He asked, and you opened your eyes, smiling at him.

"No… Should I?" He looked at you, his body untensing, his eyes looking for yours, and finally—

"Is it a bad time to tell you I'm in love with you?"

Reaching down, he stuffs his hands down the front of his shorts, jerks at his cocklet urgently but it’s not enough. His fingers dip lower, to the source of the slick pouring from him, and he presses two inside himself.

With his face buried in Eddie’s pillow, he comes. Ridiculously fast, but it’s not enough for any relief, not nearlyenough, and he whines again.

Seconds from humping the bed out of sheer desperation, he forces himself out of bed. Stomps down the hallway to the phone, picks it up, dials the number for the Hideout.

“Eddie,” he croaks as soon as someone picks up. “Get Eddie, please.”

The desperation must’ve been clear in his voice, because there’s no questioning from the person at the other end. There’s a shuffle, a female voice yelling for Eddie, and then he’s there, his alpha’s on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?”

“Eddie,” Steve practically purrs.

“Steve? What’s wrong?”

“Come home?” Steve lowers his voice, clutching the phone to his face, feels small and stupid and alone. And ridiculously fucking horny. “Sorry, I know you still have another hour of work but -”

“Hey, no, ‘course I’ll come home. Are you sick? You sound…off.”

Steve swallows. Feels slick pool in his shorts, the sound of his alpha’s voice enough to set it off again. “Think I’m in heat,” he whispers. “No, actually – I’m definitely in heat. Need you.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath down the phone. “Right, I’ll be home soon. Go back to bed, get comfy, ok?”

Steve whines, low in his throat, not happy at the notion of hanging up, of not hearing Eddie’s voice for the next few minutes.

“I know, sweetheart, but I won’t be long,” Eddie soothes him quietly.

“Hurry,” Steve tells him, then he’s hanging up abruptly and making his way back to the bedroom, grumbling under his breath at the unpleasant wetness of his shorts sticking to his skin.

He yanks them off, tosses them blindly somewhere. Flops back down on the bed, face smushed into the blankets, and reaches a hand down to touch himself again. His hole is swollen, pulsing hot under his fingertips, his cocklet hard and aching with need.

His fingers aren’t enough now. He pumps two in and out of himself, crooks them, but it’s nothing like what he needs. Nothing like his alpha’s hand, his cock, his knot.

The thought of it has Steve fisting a hand in the sheets, thrusting his hips back towards his own hand, soaking the sheets with slick but he still can’t come.

The front door opens with a click. Footsteps, then the sound of shoes being hastily toed off.

Pine, leather and whiskey fills the air, the familiar scent cooling Steve’s veins just a little.

At the sight of his alpha appearing in the doorway, his pupils blown wide, Steve keens.

“Eddie!”

He’s moving before he even registers what he’s doing. Flipping onto his stomach, then pulling his knees up under himself, back arched, face still pressed to the pillow.

“Look at you, presenting so nicely,” Eddie coos, his hand splaying wide over Steve’s bare back. “Perfect little omega.”

Steve hums happily, pleased at the praise.

But he’s gonna need more than just nice words.

He thrusts his hips back towards Eddie, slick dripping down his thighs.

Low in his throat, Eddie chuckles, leans down to mouth across Steve’s broad back.

“Please,” Steve whines.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Eddie reassures him.

Steve hears the rustle of clothing, whips his head around to watch as Eddie quickly sheds his t-shirt, his jeans, and steps out of his boxers, bouncing on one foot.

Normally, Steve would smile at that.

Right now, his attention is honed in on his alpha’s hard cock, and the ringed hand that wraps around it, slowly palming it.

“Fuck me,” Steve begs. “Touch me, do anything, feels like I’m on fire.”

Eddie’s on him in an instant. His face buried in Steve’s ass, tongue lapping at his folds, nose nudging up against his cocklet.

Steve gasps into the pillow, mouth open in a silent scream.

The alpha slurps at him. Dips his tongue inside, thrusts it in and out, brings a hand up to wrap two fingers around his cocklet, spreading an abundance of slick everywhere.

It should be embarrassing, Steve distantly thinks. The noises that are pouring from his lips, and the amount of wetness drenching Eddie’s face.

But his alpha’s enthusiastically working away, groaning into Steve’s hole like he’s the one getting eaten out, humping absently into the mattress.

Steve comes. Harder than he ever has before, writhing so violently that Eddie locks an arm around his thigh to keep him close, to work Steve through his bliss. The omega shakes and keens, pulsing against Eddie’s face until finally, gradually, the wave subsides.

He collapses into the sheets again, breathing hard.

Eddie grins down at him, chin drenched in Steve’s come. “Doing ok, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes,” Steve grunts, but he can already feel himself slicking up again. He shoves his hips back again, seeking out Eddie. “Need more.”

“Oh?” Eddie’s tone is light, teasing a little, and Steve practically growls at him. “What do y’need, omega?”

“Your cock. Right now.”

Eddie presses two fingers to his hole instead. Gently, at first, but there’s no need – Steve’s so wet that those long fingers slip right in. Adding another, Eddie thrusts three fingers into him as Steve pants and rocks back against him.

“Eddddddie,” he grits out. “I said your cock.”

“You’ll get it, I just need to check you’re ready, don’t wanna hurt you.”

Steve does growl now. Impatient, horny as hell, and more than ready. He feels frustrated tears in the corners of his eyes, even as his hole sucks at Eddie’s fingers and flutters around them.

He comes again. Shaking, slick falling in droplets from the force of Eddie’s fingers.

And then, Eddie’s throbbing dick presses up against his entrance.

Gently, he eases it inside, his hands on Steve’s hips to stop the omega from simply slamming himself down on it immediately.

Finally, with Eddie’s balls flush against him, the omega exhales heavily.

Some of the tension drains from him, and he lowers his front half even further onto the bed, the arch of his back deepening. He’s got what he wants, what he so desperately needs – his alpha’s fat cock inside him.

“There you go,” Eddie murmurs, leaning down to kiss the back of Steve’s neck. One hand stays on Steve’s hip, the other rubbing soothing circles into his back.

Steve hums, content, eyes closing. He turns his head a little, and Eddie’s lips find his.

Pretty soon, he’s rocking his hips back against Eddie again, signalling for him to move.

Eddie obliges. Snaps his hips forward, punching a moan from Steve’s lips. “So fucking perfect,” Eddie grunts, hand sliding under Steve’s torso, fingers pinching at a nipple. “And you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.”

It’s true.

Steve hadn’t even known it was biologically possible for an omega to produce this much slick, but apparently he’s an overachiever in that department. It drenches the already-wet sheets below him, sticks to Eddie’s thighs, causes the slapping noises that fill the room every time Eddie slams into him.

Before he knows it, he’s coming again.

Wailing, clamping down on Eddie’s cock like a vice, seeking out the knot that hasn’t yet formed.

“That’s it, come for me omega,” Eddie coos, like Steve needs any further encouragement at all.

Exhaustion starting to drift in from coming four times in a short space of time, Steve sags down again. Feels tears on his cheeks when that heat in his stomach builds again.

A low whine passes his lips.

Eddie’s thrusts slow and pause, and he reaches down to brush the hair from Steve’s sweaty face. “You ok, baby?”

“Tired,” Steve grunts.

“You wanna stop?”

“NO!” he snaps, tightening around Eddie’s cock, enough to make the alpha gasp. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles, fire raging through his veins again. “Just…need more.”

“What you need is my knot,” Eddie murmurs to him, voice raspy and thick with want.

Steve chuffs, rocks his hips. “Then give me it, alpha.”

Panting, Eddie slams into him. Again, and again, until moans spill from Steve’s lips with every brush of Eddie’s cock against that spot inside him. He’s drooling into the pillow, hugging it with one arm, breathing in the thick scent of forest pine and leather and sweat and sex.

“You feel it, Stevie?” Eddie slows his thrusts, presses in balls-deep.

And…yes, Steve can feel it.

Eddie’s knot, starting to swell right at the base of his hardness, pressing up against his hole.

“Gimme it, please Eddie, please, fill me up.”

Steve’s honestly not sure it’s gonna fit. While they’ve fucked plenty of times, he’s never taken Eddie’s knot before.

But fuck, he’s going to try.

Without warning, he shoves himself up onto his hands and uses the extra leverage to work Eddie’s cock in even deeper.

“Fuck, slow down, don’t hurt yourself,” Eddie hisses, but then he groans as his knot pops inside Steve, locking tight against his pulsing walls.

Steve screams, and squirts.

It’s never happened to him before.

But the sudden pressure, the feel of Eddie’s warm come streaking inside him, unlocks some invisible dam.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” Eddie’s repeating in a mantra as Steve floods his cock, his thighs, the bed.

Steve feels Eddie’s cock kick inside him again, another weak spurt of come filling him. Eddie reaches around him, fingers finding Steve’s still-straining cocklet and rubbing at it. Steve whimpers as his orgasm is prolonged, practically vibrating in Eddie’s arms, his mouth hanging open.

When it subsides, Steve collapses. Eddie grabs for him, holding him up, preventing him from tugging painfully on his still-inflated knot. The alpha rolls them sideways, away from the flooded patch on the bed, hands soothing gently down Steve’s sides. His teeth nibble away at his neck as the omega breathes slowly, shakily, recovering.

“You ok?” Eddie whispers, pulling back a little to look at Steve’s face, to search it for any sign of pain or discomfort.

“Mmmm,” Steve grunts, eyes closed.

“Yeah? Nothing hurting?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to take stock of himself. His cocklet, soft now and still weeping, his hole locked tight around Eddie’s knot, his limbs heavy and sated. He shifts, winces just slightly as his hole tugs against Eddie. “Maybe…maybe a little?” he admits. “But I think it’s just normal.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mmm. Blame your massive knot,” Steve grumbles.

“Sorry, I think I remember you begging for it then basically impaling yourself on it,” Eddie teases gently.

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, guess that one’s on me.”

“We’re gonna need new sheets,” Eddie says. “So don’t go falling asleep yet.”

In response, Steve purposely tightens around Eddie, smiles at the shaky sound it draws from his alpha. “No,” he says simply.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Half the bed’s soaked, Stevie, I’m not having you sleep in that. Let me clean you up, you can stay here, and -”

Steve shifts. Rolls Eddie over, straddles his hips, and sinks back down fully on his alpha’s half-hard dick. “What makes you think I’m not gonna soak you all over again, huh?” he murmurs, leaning down to lick at the scent gland on Eddie’s neck.

The alpha’s eyes go wide as saucers, hands finding Steve’s hips as his cock jumps.

Steve grins, bottom lip between his teeth, need stirring in his gut again.

It’s going to be a long night.

A conversation in the woods, the removal of scent patches, and suddenly Eddie's in false heat. Thankfully, Steve really was a gentleman.

The way he swooped Eddie into his arms and kept him safe until he was back in his nest, had Eddie swooning. When Eddie didn't want to spend the night together, Steve was so understanding that he almost changed his mind.

If he wasn't so nervous about being with an alpha, Eddie probably would have.

Thankfully, the heat hadn't been terrible and was relatively short.

The next morning, he didn't expect Steve to actually show up. Scentmates or not, rolling up to the high school with the freak in your front seat was bound to cause a stir.

Asking said freak to wear your Letterman was sure to set the whole building on fire. Not that Eddie minded.

He'd never admit it to anyone, but the idea that Steve wanted to claim him so publicly made him weak in the knees. Of course, Eddie laid his claim just as obviously.

It should be a federal crime for a preppy jock to look so fucking hot in a metal head's battle jacket.

The stares and whispers were not surprising. Eddie being bothered by them was. Normally he didn't care what anyone thought of him. People were constantly talking behind his back; but these comments were far crueler than the Satanist, freak allegations.

Seriously, Harrington and the freak? Is Steve really that desperate for a fuck?

There's no way this isn't some kind of prank. I actually feel bad for him.

I bet Munson put some kind of spell on him. No way he likes him for real.

Do you think it was a bet or a dare?

I bet Steve's only with him to score free drugs.

And those were some of the nicer ones.

It ate away at him for hours. Notes passed to him, calling him a rebound, a loser, a fool.

Eddie's sure if people knew his real designation, the comments would be worse.

But it's not like the mouth breathing masses didn't have thoughts on that too. The note in his hand proved that. Steve won't ever settle down with a beta.

Can that be true? If Eddie really was a beta, would he and Steve still be scentmates? If they weren't scentmates would Steve have moved on pretty quickly?

There's no way to know for sure. Eddie knew if he asked, Steve would say he wanted to court him anyway and even if they weren't scentmates he would have wanted him.

But in the back of his mind, Eddie worried it was just a phase. Scentmate or no, Steve would get tired of slumming it with the freak.

That is, until lunch rolled around.

Eddie stared at his sandwich, lost in his thoughts when a loud growl echoed through the room. All noise stopped, every head turned to see Steve baring his fangs at his friend.

"That 'loser beta', is my beta. I’m courting him and if you value your life, I suggest you leave him and his friends alone.” Steve glared, turning to the rest of the cafeteria. “That goes for everyone. Keep my beta’s name out of your unworthy mouths or I’ll knock your teeth out.” A snarl followed the declaration.

Eddie's heart skipped a beat as Steve sat at their table.

"You didn't have to do that," Eddie whispered, even as he flushed happily. He pulled a chunk of hair over his face to hide it.

"I know," he shrugged.

The cafeteria returned to its normal volume just for Gareth to open his mouth. "Did you really do a body shot off-" Eddie snagged Jeff's eraser off the table and chucked it at his friend.

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It's been a month since then.

The mean notes have stopped, as have the snide comments. He's sure people still gossip in the corners of the hall and behind library books, but now that he knows Steve really likes him, Eddie doesn't care.

The courting gifts haven't stopped either. After the flowers, Steve gave him a set of pastel D&D dice. Something to make him think of the alpha when he plays.

Then, there was the nesting pillow to help give Eddie's nest more structure. It was really only given when an alpha intended to spend many nights with an omega.

When Steve first gave it to him, the implication made Eddie blush from his hair to his toes. Still, they haven't actually spent the night together.

Steve didn't want to rush him which Eddie appreciates; but, they haven't done much of anything, just simple hugs and the occasional kiss. It's starting to annoy him.

If Steve's past relationships are any indication, he loves physical affection. Sure, he has an arm around Eddie when they walk through the halls, but that's nothing compared to the way he'd shove his tongue down Nancy's throat between classes.

Eddie wants some of that.

The problem is Eddie's never been in a relationship before. He's had quick make out sessions in closets, a few exchanged intimate touches in club bathrooms...but never undressed, never all the way, never something serious.

He hasn't even cuddled with someone, other than Wayne, since he presented. Too afraid they'd find out what he really is.

He's not ashamed of being omega, quite the opposite; but he knows his classmates would make his life hell if they found out. They barely keep their distance thinking he's a beta. There would be no protecting his sheep as an omega.

Now that he has Steve, maybe he could stop hiding. Let himself lean into the more omegan traits he's held back. He knows Steve doesn't mind, but he also knows the alpha wants pups. So does Eddie.

He can't hide his nature much longer if he wants to have the big family he dreams about.

All that to say, Eddie's not sure how to tell Steve he wants to move to the next level. Cuddling on the couch or in his nest, kissing, touching. He's not ready to go all the way yet, but some second base action might be nice.

"Eds?" Wayne calls, waving a hand in front of his face. Eddie startles so hard he nearly falls off the couch.

"Jesus, Wayne! When'd you get home?" Eddie exclaims, clutching his chest.

"A few minutes ago. You were a little space cadet," Wayne chuckles lightly and pats Eddie's shoulder. "What were you thinking about?"

"Steve," Eddie sighs. Wayne knows all about the alpha. Eddie's never been able to keep a secret from his uncle; not that he wants to hide his scentmate.

"Mhm, what that boy get you now?" The fondness obvious in the question as Wayne takes a sip of his coffee.

"Nothing actually," Eddie replies. He wants to ask for advice, but he doesn't know how to phrase it. Face burning, Eddie just blurts it out, "What gift should I get that tastefully tells an alpha I want him to feel me up?"

Wayne chokes, spitting coffee all over the table. With a wince, Eddie runs to the kitchen and grabs a hand towel.

"Sorry," he says.

"I don't know why I'm surprised you'd tell me that," Wayne mumbles as he wipes off his face. "Just promise me you'll do that kind of thing where I won't walk in and see it."

"I promise," Eddie nods.

"Thank you," his uncle sighs. "Now, why don't you get him a blanket or something. It's the universal sign for 'let's snuggle' or whatever you kids are saying nowadays."

A blanket! Why didn't he think of that?

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Eddie spends hours combing thrift stores for the best throw blanket he can find. It's got to be big enough for the two of them but not so big they have no reason to lay close. It can't be too scratchy or too hot. It has to be a pretty color.

After three stores and over a dozen blankets, Eddie finds it. It's light red, linen, and a little longer than he is tall. Perfect.

He takes it home and gives it a good wash. Then, Eddie puts it in his nest for the time being to get it completely saturated with his scent. Steve's taking him out this weekend, so Eddie needs to have the blanket ready by then.

He spends days rubbing himself all over it, being sure to drag his glands along the edges, marking it thoroughly. By the time Saturday rolls around, the linen smells more like him than Eddie does. With a grin, he folds it up and slides it into a scent proof gift bag.

Steve arrives right on time.

"Hey baby," Steve smiles when Eddie opens the door.

"Hi sweetheart," he replies, holding out the bag. "I got you something."

With an excited smile, Steve takes it and peeks inside. Steve zips open the scent lock and blinks rapidly as Eddie's thick lavender scent wafts from the bag. He takes a big inhale, eyes rolling back into his head a little.

"I figured we could watch a movie at your place and if we get cold..." Eddie trails off. He flutters his eyelashes and bites his lip, aiming for flirtatious.

"That sounds like a great idea," Steve grins. "In fact, I think I'm pretty chilly already. Should we get going?"

Eddie nods, closing the door behind him and skipping down the steps. Steve opens the car door, letting Eddie slide in.

Before he shuts it, Steve rubs his wrist along Eddie's neck, scent marking him. A happy sigh escapes his lips as Steve's pine forest scent surrounds him.

Hopefully when he gets home tonight, Eddie'll smell like he spent hours in the woods. If the frequent glances Steve throws his way are any indication, Eddie's wish will come true.

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Sighing to himself as he stared at the tv screen playing some dumb movie he didn't care about, his libido and boredom were truly creating a problem for him. Staring off in thought for a moment, he decided 'fuck it' and got up, heading to his bedroom.

The omega could entice the alpha for sex later, he didn't want to wait around for another half hour and even then possibly not be met with the alpha walking in through the door. Even if he couldn't have him physically, Steve still wanted to at least smell like he was there and began promptly rummaging through the closet to find something that was coated in Billy's scent.

Finally finding a shirt that smelled heavily of him, he threw it on the bed before pulling out his stash of toys he kept under the bedframe. Opening it up, he took out the custom shaped dildo they'd gotten, framed perfectly after the alpha's dick, knot and all, and that Steve used when he missed him.

Putting the box away from now, the omega got settled on the bed, removing all of his clothes on his lower half. He started slow, smoothing a hand down his chest, down his stomach before lightly grabbing a hold of his half hard cock and giving it a few strokes.

Rubbing at the tip, he gathered all the precum before lathering it all over his cock, feeling the beginning of his slick leaking. Panting, he held the scent soaked shirt close to his to face, breathing it in heavily and pressed a finger inside. Sliding his finger in and out, he quickly adjusted himself until he was able to slip a second one inside.

Working swiftly, he fucked his himself until he was able to haphazardly fit in three. As soon as he was stretched enough he was removing his fingers, instead grabbing the replica of the alpha's cock. Positioning it under his hole, the omega moaned into the fabric as he slowly lowered himself, grinding lightly just right before the knot.

And he was just as slowly rising up, then lowering himself, repeating the process until he built up a steady rhythm. Whining, he whimpered Billy's name over and over again as Steve fucked himeslf fast on the toy.

Laying the shirt down, he rubbed his face into it, raising a hand to gently play with his chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples just as the alpha himself would. He imagined the alpha here, lovingly kissing up and down his neck while lovingly running his hands all over him, groaning into his ear and telling him how good he felt.

The mirage had him unconsiously trilling, filling the air heavy with aroused omega pheromones as he thrust the toy hard and fast. Steve's body was getting hot, and he could feel that sweet sweet release gradually build as he worked himself up.

Annoyingly however, before he could start getting truly close, the phone rang. Rolling his eyes, he planned on ignoring it, until it rang again. And then by the third time he was irritated enough trying to tune out the ringtone while he bounced up and down that he finally answered it, not caring how out of breath he sounded. Better yet, good that whoever was on the other end would be uncomfortable.

"Hello?" Steve almost seethed into the phone, if his breath only hadn't been so airy.

"Steve?" the voice began, and Steve immediately flushed in embarassment over the fact that it was Billy calling. "I've been trying to get ahold of you while I was on my way back, are you okay?" the alpha asked.

The omega slowed his pace to a near halt, trying to control his breathing to sound normal to the alpha, "yeah I was just doing something sorry, did you need something?"

"Was gonna ask if you wanted anything on the way back, there's that burger place you really like, I was thinking of getting us something," Billy told him.

Panting way more into the phone than he wanted to, "oh, oh okay, yeah sure." Maybe this could work though, in getting Steve off, having his alpha on the phone. He bit his lip, holding back his noises the best he could and hoping that any small ones that slipped through were uncaught by the alpha.

Beginning to gingerly work the toy in and out again, he mustered up as much strength as he could to ask, "what're you gonna get?" Steve already knew what Billy was going to get, he gets the same thing every time just as the omega does. Burying his face much as he could into the shirt without blocking his mouth too much as much as he could. Listening to the alpha ramble on his order, the Billy listed off Steve's, questioning if he wanted his regular as well.

Though Steve was not listening as well as he thought he was now that he had the phone on speaker and was using both hands now to pleasure himself.

"Steve?" the alpha called.

Coming back to himself after hearing his name he muttered a response, not truly having heard what was said or asked.

But right as he answered yes to whatever it was Billy had asked, it became quite clear that the alpha was intent to hang up then. Panicked, Steve thought of anything to ask him to keep him on the line.

"H-how was going out? Fine?" he gasped out, his breath hitching at the end and hoping the alpha didn't think anything of it.

Again, Steve barely listened, instead speeding up his hand and closing his eyes pretending the alpha was here and not out doing whatever right now. The omega was unaware of just how loud some of his surroundings were as the line went quiet for a moment before Billy called once more, "Steve?"

Steve hummed an affirmation, lips held tight between his teeth as he tried not to moan into the speaker. Steve waited for the alpha to continue with his question, eventually stopping his movements altogether when he thought there might be something wrong when the phone abruptly hung up.

Staring at the phone with a confused look for a moment, Steve eventually put the receiver back, instead choosing to chase his orgasm properly, riding the dildo like there was no tomorrow. Thrusting the toy in and out of him, he began steadily slowly introducing the knot, barely pushing it through the first time, to fucking it halfway through on every push.

Saving the entire knot for last, he grabbed ahold of his cock and began stroking it in time with his thrusts, working himself closer and closer to coming. And eventually, after what felt like forever, he came hard, slamming himself down onto the knot fully just like he'd wanted.

Sitting there finally satisified, he grinded against the knot, riding out his high. Deciding that he'd been sitting there long enough, he lifted himself up until he was able to slip the toy out then sat back down. Bones feeling heavy it took a moment before he was even willing to look at his surroundings, lazily glancing around the room behind him.

Instead of being met with an empty house though, the omega was greeted by the alpha being home way earlier than he was supposed to be for someone picking up food.

"Billy!" Steve exclaimed in surprise, "when did you get home?!"

"Just now," the alpha answered before practically tackling the omega and keeping him in place. "Knew you were fucking doing something like this," Billy mumbled as he kissed up and down the side of his neck, roughly biting him.

Choking out a mewl the omega asked, "how'd you know?"

Scoffing in amusement Billy teased with a smirk, "you mean with how much you were panting into the phone while I was trying to talk to you? And how I could hear a particularly strange squelching noise that sounded all too familiar? And how convieniently when I ask if you're doing anything, the sound suddenly stops?"

Moaning on a particularly hard bite, Steve brought a hand behind him and fisted the alpha's hair. Upon hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling, the omega peered down, watching as Billy pulled out his hard cock, the tip already dripping with precome.

Letting the alpha go as he lifted himself off the omega, Steve arched his back, gazing towards Billy as the alpha ran a hand over his ass. Needing no time to get Steve adjusted, Billy slammed right in, setting up a fast and hard pace.

The bed shook with every thrust, both men groaning and the air filled with their aroused scents mingling. Steve's cock hurt it was so hard, so few minutes having passed from his last orgasm but he was already on his way to a second one.

Taking up the omega's cock, Billy jerked it off, smirking as Steve whined and grabbed at his wrist.

"I know you've got another one in there, c'mon omega," the alpha said, never letting up in pace.

Any words out the omega's mouth were jumbled, completely muttered and incomprehensible as he tried to tell the alpha it was too much too soon. That was until he felt the alpha's knot pressing against his hole and any argument he had quickly fell away.

"Fuck Billy, alpha, please," Steve begged, digging his nails into the skin of the alpha's thigh.

"I've got a knot for you right here princess," Billy growled, forcing his knot further and further into the omega until finally he popped it inside, coming in him. Steve spilled his seed onto the bedsheets, writhing as the alpha wrung him dry.

Once the alpha was done with the omega, he helped scoop him up, moving him so he wouldn't have to lie in his own spend and laid them on their side. Wrapping an arm around the Steve, Billy kissed and nipped at the back of his neck, peppering it with love and affection.

They sat there in a peaceful quiet, the only sound between them being Steve's purr and the alpha's responding grumble, air pleasant with their content scents dancing in the air.

"Did you go to the diner like you said?" Steve asked after a while, the thought only coming to him after he'd had his release with the alpha.

"Hell no I sped over here," Billy immediately said, stopping his attention on his neck before promptly continuing again.

Clicking his tongue the omega mumbled, "damn."

Pressing one last kiss to the omega's bonding gland, the alpha offered, "we can just go after my knot goes down if you want."