#thilip

42-: “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you.”

Philip just about manages to come back to himself before he can bite Thomas’s neck.

The omega fits underneath him like a glove, on his hands and knees and grinding back against Philip’s wild thrusting, moaning like he’s in heat but he isn’t; they just have good sex like this all the time. It’s so good that Philip finds himself hovering above his own body for a moment and watching him breathe on Thomas’s neck, dragging his teeth over the soft pale skin, kissing it as though preparing it for a claiming bite. The omega has made it explicitly clear that he never wants to be bonded to an alpha, too afraid of being rejected and left alone, abandoning him like everyone else in his life has. At first, Thomas’s revelation hadn’t concerned Philip since he didn’t like the sound of having a mate either but as their relationship has gone on, the alpha has fallen in love with his pseudo-mate and found himself disappointed that their bond can never be more than skin deep. It’s so tempting to take a bite now whilst they’re in this position, both on all fours like their ancestors would have been when mating, but Philip can’t.

Philip snaps back into his body before he can bite down, turning his oral assault into open-mouthed kisses instead. He focusses on his thrusting and on the feeling of his knot popping to banish thoughts of bonding from inside of his head, shuddering to a halt when his knot ties him with Thomas.

“Ohhhh,” Thomas moans loudly, burying his face in the pillow and gripping the sheets tightly as he comes, greedily rocking himself on Philip’s knot. “Philip.”

“Yeah, baby,” Philip gasps, fighting to get his breath back. “Feel so good.”

Thomas’s knees give way beneath him and the pair slide down to the soft sheets, Philip’s body almost covering Thomas’s completely. Only the sounds of their heavy, post-orgasm breaths can be heard until Thomas breaks the silence.

“I felt you,” Thomas exhales, looking back over his shoulder. “On my neck.”

Philip shies away in embarrassment, wondering whether this is going to be the end of their arrangement because he almost allowed himself to succumb to his needs; Thomas.

“Sorry,” Philip mutters, pressing a kiss to Thomas’s shoulder blade. “It was, uh, a momentary lapse of sanity.”

“You were thinking about claiming me.”

It isn’t a question, as though Thomas already knows the answer. The end of their relationship is in sight, Philip thinks with a flutteringly sad heart.

“Uh. Yeah. I didn’t though,” Philip clears his throat. “I stopped.”

“Why?”

The alpha reels, “Because you don’t want a mate?”

“Neither do you,” Thomas retorts, his tone back to that of his casual, uptight accent as though having a conversation in the garden about his tomatoes and not with a knot in his ass underneath the smoking hot body of an alpha. He folds his arms and rests his cheek on them so that he can still see.

Philip sighs, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle the omega’s neck and make him purr but he delves deep into his own feelings and wonders if he should just stay silent for once in his life.

Nope.

“I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you,” Philip says quietly. “I never wanted to be tied down to someone but…it’s different with you.”

“I…feel the same,” Thomas says, twisting as best as he can so that he’s facing Philip. “I don’t feel lonely when I’m with you.”

Philip smiles, delving in for a kiss and finding that Thomas moans when their lips connect.

“I want your claim,” Thomas says, bumping his forehead against Philip’s. “Philip Altman. I love you.”

“Is that...unf...is that as rough as you can go? Huh.” Philip bites his lip in an attempt to suppress his moans, smirking, amused with himself for riling hope his alpha. From between his legs, Thomas looks up at him with an unimpressed expression, ceasing his ministrations on Philip’s stubby omegan cock.

“You might not want to say that whilst you’re trying to stop yourself from screaming my name,” Thomas retorts quickly but still rather politely in his beautifully clipped accent. He sits up, pushing Philip’s knees apart and settling between them with his hands taking care of his own erection instead.

Philip pouts, pretending to sulk. “Is the big bad alpha mad at me now? Is he too soft to take care of his—ahhh!”

The omega’s back arches, overwhelmed at the sensation of being filled so deeply with the alpha’s cock—all the way up to his knot. Philip can’t find any more words to say since every thought in his mind now is incoherent and messy, so lost in the sensations that Thomas is giving him.

“You really are bratty sometimes,” Thomas says with a sigh, breathing heavily as he, too, tries to deal with the tightness of Philip’s hole around his cock. His hands smooth down the omega’s tummy to his nipples, tweaking and pulling to make Philip writhe. Thomas raises an eyebrow. “Am I still being too soft?”

“N-no...” Philip moans, lifting his chin as his eyes roll back. Thomas’s soft hand wraps around his throat, squeezing ever so gently but it’s enough to make Philip see stars behind his eyelids. “Oh, fuck.”

“What a bad boy you are,” Thomas says, leaning in and grazing his teeth over Philip’s pale neck, making the omega whine like a bitch in best.

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck,” Philip swallows hard. “Yes, sir.”

Thomas has never met an omega like Philip.

At first, he thought the man was an alpha like him. The way Philip carried himself, asserted himself and said everything with such self-assurance made Thomas turn his nose up at the man, thinking of him as nothing more than a bratty alpha.

But Thomas was wrong. Philip is a bratty omega. His arrogance and annoying ways apparently extend to his courting attempts as showcased by the various ‘gifts’ and gestures that he’s given Thomas since he moved into his cousin Bea’s house just across the countryside. He’s yelled songs outside of Thomas’s window in the middle of the night, he’s ‘accidentally’ trampled Thomas’s beloved flower bed as he leapt over the wall and hit him in the face with a bouquet of flowers as he opened the door. He even had the audacity to call him ‘Tommy’.

How a friendly beta like Bea can be related to an chaotic omega like Philip is beyond belief.

“I fucked it up, huh?”

Thomas frowns, stopping his tending to the plump tomato plant in his garden once he hears a familiar voice just the other side of his garden wall.

“I thought he was the one, you know? The way he smiled at me when we first met. Wow. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as his smile.”

It’s Philip. Thomas stands up quietly, leaving his secateurs on the grassy floor and sneaking to where he can see the top of Philip’s head. The omega is sat on the cold ground with four of the wild rabbits fussing around him, stroking one of them ever so gently with his fingers. Thomas’s heart flutters.

“I should have just been nice to him. I should have just asked him out for a coffee. But now he won’t even look at me. I’m an idiot and Thomas is still a gorgeous alpha. Out of my league,” Philip says, scratching behind the rabbit’s ear and making its foot thump at the nice sensation. It makes Philip smile; a very handsome sight. “At least you still like me, huh.”

“I never said that I didn’t like you,” Thomas says, sitting down sideways on the garden wall, amused when Philip and the bunnies all jump in surprise.

“Shiiiit,” Philip says through gritted teeth, scrambling away from the wall to stand up, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it. Did you mean it?”

Philip looks down, kicking a stone. “All of it.”

“Then why have you been acting so differently?” Thomas frowns, being able to smell Philip’s distress in his omega scent.

“All my siblings are alphas,” Philip shrugs. “I’ve never courted anyone before. I’ve never seen an alpha do it. I thought being aggressive would turn you on.“

Thomas raises an eyebrow, “You thought wrong.”

“I know.”

The rabbits gather around Philip’s feet, seemingly in quiet support of the pair.

“So,” Thomas sighs. “Coffee? I’ll put the kettle on.”

“That...sounds amazing, Thomas,” Philip smiles, blushing a cute shade of pink.

And when Philip , very ashamed and very scared he’s fucked up their blossoming relationship, begs for Thomas’ forgiveness. Thomas, still a bit cross, invites him inside and takes care of Philip’s cuts and scrapes. After they have a heart to heart, Thomas kisses Philip all better! (2/2)

Oh, these boys! Thomas was just innocently talking with the other man, swapping tips on gardening since the man is a neighbour of Philip’s mother’s and Thomas noticed that he grows vegetables. Philip had no right to leap on the other man and tackle him to ground in a ‘show of defense’ because he and Thomas are courting. Thomas can’t deal with having such a childish man in his life!

“Shit.” The little pair of trimming scissors drop to the ground out of Thomas’s hand, landing on the soil below with an annoying thud. Thomas rolls his eyes and hangs his head in exhaustion; all he wants to do is to clip the dead leaves from his tomato plants but his clumsy hands and nine-month pregnant bump are getting in the way.

With a heavy sigh, Thomas spreads his legs and tries to squat down to try to pick them up but there’s no way his belly will allow him. He huffs, blowing a piece of hair out of his face, and tries again.

“You would not believe the view that I’ve got from over here,” Philip calls out from the porch, giving a wolf-whistle too.

“Shut up,” Thomas groans, feeling the seams of his soft, baggy pants straining as he tries to squat further down to reach his gardening scissors.

He wobbles, accidentally shifting too much of his weight backwards and staggers back but luckily, Philip is behind him to catch him before his arse hits the ground.

“Careful, babe,” Philip says, his chest against Thomas’s back as he helps his pregnant husband back to his feet though he keeps his hands on his big bump. “What if you’d fallen? We don’t want you going into labour in the garden.”

‘Yes, we do,’ comes a little, angry voice from the bushes, one that Thomas rolls his eyes at and one that Philip doesn’t seem to hear.

“You’re right,” Thomas spins around, settling in Philip’s arms—albeit still seeming like they’re a mile apart with the big bulge of Thomas’s pregnant belly between them. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t you go sit on the porch and I’ll finish cutting the—uh—whatever it was you were doing,” Philip bends down and picks up the scissors, smiling.

But the colour drains from Thomas’s face, “Philip, darling. I love you but no. Even you aren’t allowed to touch my tomatoes.”

“What?” Philip laughs, casting the tools aside and sliding his hands around his husband’s hips to squeeze his pert ass cheeks, leaning into him to nibble playfully on his ear. “I can touch you like this and fill you nice and full and fat but I can’t touch your stupid vegetables?”

“Technically,” Thomas smirks, breathless and aroused from his husband’s lewd touches. “Tomatoes are a fruit.”

The next thing Thomas knows is being swept up into Philip’s arms and carried back towards their house with Philip muttering about how much of a smart ass he is. Over his shoulder, Thomas sees the rabbits emerge from hiding, all looking disappointed and angry that they still don’t have a new baby to play with.

I assume you meant this one, darling!

Thomas manages to close the door behind him despite having his arms full. The little black bunny is surprisingly tame in Thomas’s hold, snuggled inside a soft blanket and nursing an injured paw and a few scrapes across his back from his struggling against the lawn wire.

“Hush,” Thomas rocks the bunny in his hold, rubbing his finger on his soft cheek which seems to make the bunny relax even more despite being in the arms of a fox. “You’ll be alright.”

Thomas swishes his tail as he sets his precious bundle down on the couch, making sure that the bunny is comfortable whilst still nestled inside his blanket. The rabbit sits up, his long black ears are tall and upright, making him seem a lot bigger than he is. His little nose twitches, obviously taking in the scent of the fox’s home.

“Now,” Thomas says softly, “I’m just going to get some warm water and some bandages and then I’ll be right back. Just stay here, alright, little one? You’re as cute as a button. Not like those other rabbits at all.”

The fox takes a few steps away whilst still looking at his new guest, making sure that he’s behaving himself and staying on the sofa as ordered, and he is. The bunny doesn’t move from his spot in the blanket, only twisting slightly to look around the room, so Thomas is content to leave him alone for a moment whilst he fetches his first aid kit. He doesn’t suppose that it’ll be an easy job, putting bandages on a bunny, but he supposes that it’s his fault that the poor thing has injured himself, coming into his garden and getting in the way of Thomas’s battle with the wild pack of rabbits. He’s never seen this black one before—and he seems tame enough for Thomas to befriend.

He even grabs a carrot from his kitchen to gift to his injured guest.

“This should help,” Thomas’s tail wags gently, liking the idea of having someone to care for. He walks back into the living room with a smile on his face—but quickly disappears. Dropping everything to the ground, Thomas can do nothing but stare.

In the bunny’s place sits a man—a naked man. With pale skin and fluffy, dark hair cropped just a little above his ears—his human ears—he looks like a normal human to Thomas’s eyes, but then he notices the two, silky bunny ears atop his head, tall and proud.

Thomas’s bunny-friend seems to have had a bit of a transformation in his short absence.

“I’d say ‘don’t freak out’ but I think you’re past that point,” the bunny says. His voice; oh, Heavens. It’s just as silky as his ears.

Thomas opens and closes his mouth a few times, supposing he looks a bit like a flabbergasted fish but he isn’t quite sure how he’s supposed to react to finding a nude man in the place of a bunny.

“I’m Philip,” the bunny says, shifting slightly so his blanket covers his intimate parts when he catches Thomas looking at his endowment.

“You’re human,” Thomas squeaks.

“I’m a shapeshifter,” Philip replies, giving his two bunny ears a little twitch atop his head. “Aren’t you?”

“No. I’m a fox.” Thomas gives his perfectly groomed tail a swish behind him, raising an eyebrow. “Shapeshifters aren’t real. No one can be both animal and human.”

“I can,” Philip shrugs. “My family can.”

“Well…wow.” Thomas bends down and picks up his first aid box—and the carrot—but still stands awkwardly in the doorway of his own home. “I suppose you won’t be needing these.”

“I’m still hurt,” Philip holds up his hand and shows off the same cut that marked his rabbit paw.

“Oh.” But Thomas hesitates. If he gets closer to Philip, he’ll be able to see the blush that’s appearing on his cheeks as his attraction to the man—bunny—grows with each passing moment that he steals glances at the handsome man.

But still, Thomas sits down beside Philip on the couch, flushed at how much wider and thicker Philip is than him. A bulky bunny? Who would have thought that Thomas would find that attractive?

Philip holds out his hand, showing Thomas his sliced palm. The treatment begins with Thomas gently swabbing a warm, wet cloth over the cut, holding the bunny’s palm steady with his own hold.

“I’ve been sorta lurking in your garden for a while,” Philip says.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to say hello but I wasn’t sure how.”

“And getting stuck underneath my lawn wire seemed like the best option?”

“I didn’t mean to get stuck. But I was watching you and then ran away when I thought you saw me.”

“How very brave.”

Philip huffs, just like a frustrated bunny would do, “What was I supposed to do? Shapeshift in the middle of your garden and announce my crush on you?”

“What?” Thomas flounders and knocks the box of bandages onto the floor, staring wondrously at his new companion.

“I have a crush on you, Mr McGregor,” Philip says softly, ears flopping over slightly. “A rabbit in love with a fox. You see why I had to hide?”

“I suppose.” Thomas picks up the fallen bandages and wraps up Philip’s hand. “Maybe we should start over.”

“I’d like that,” Philip’s ears perk back up.

“I’m Thomas,” he holds out his hand, flicking out his fox tail. “Thomas McGregor. I’m a fox, and this is my home. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Philip,” the bunny says. Thomas doesn’t see his fluffy, white bunny tail wiggling excitedly. “Philip Altman. I’m a shapeshifter. And I promise you, Thomas, the pleasure is all mine.”

When the cocky bunny lifts Thomas’s hand to his lips and gives him a gentle nuzzle with his nose and then a soft kiss, Thomas’s blush runs all down his body.

(My first prompt fill of the new session!)

It’s the middle of the night when Philip gets home to his and Thomas’s country house. He doesn’t even try to sneak through the door, wanting to make as much noise as possible just to prove to Thomas that this is what it’s going to be like when they’re living together. He’ll be loud, he’ll be inconsiderate, he’ll be the world’s worst husband and parent—

Parent. Halfway through stomping up the stairs, Philip pauses and allows one hand to brush over the tiny curve of his belly, trying not to imagine a happy future with Thomas and their baby. It can’t happen; Philip knows that he’s too immature and too irresponsible to be a good Dad. He’d only disappoint Thomas—and he couldn’t take that.

His brown-haired lover is tucked up in bed when Philip walks into the bedroom at 2am, kicking off his shoes so hard that they hit the dresser and make it wobble, sending Thomas’s array of skin products toppling to the ground with a clatter.

“Philip?” Thomas sits up in bed, suddenly awake, though unable to see anything in the darkness so clambers for the bedside lamp.

“Oh. Sorry, sweetheart,” Philip says coyly, continuing to undress loudly. “Did I wake you?”

“I’m glad you did,” Thomas sits up, rubbing his tired eyes. Damn, Philip curses, he just can’t fight against the tummy flutters at the sight of Thomas’s adorable bed-head. “I should have waited up for you but the shop is opening early tomorrow for Easter. Are you alright?”

“Pfft. I wouldn’t want you to wait up,” Philip jumps into bed in just his underwear, taking up more than half the space and pushing Thomas onto the edge. “I could be out partying all night.”

“Partying? Your sister text me to say you were playing Scrabble at hers with the kids. And then started cooking?”

Damn Wendy. Giving away his location. Thomas needs to know that he’s an irresponsible boyfriend and that leaving him would be in his best interest, not that he stayed longer than he needed to at his sister’s to bake a cake for his nephew’s school sale tomorrow.

“Philip, talk to me,” Thomas takes hold of Philip’s hand, heartbroken when he pulls away. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you to leave me.”

“What? What are you talking about, my darling?”

“Don’t,” Philip rolls over, putting his back to Thomas. “Don’t call me that. You don’t want me, Thomas. I’m not good for you. I’m lazy, I’m immature, I’ll be a terrible parent. This is where you leave me.”

Philip bites his lip, relieved that he’s finally got everything off his chest but so upset at the same time. Thomas is the best thing that’s ever happened to him; he just wishes he was good enough for him in return.

“You listen to me, Philip Altman.” Being full named makes Philip turn over, finding Thomas sitting up beside him with tears in his eyes. “You don’t get to decide how I feel. I’ve spent my life watching the people I love abandon me and I promised myself that I’d never do that to the one I loved more than anything in the world. That’s you, darling.”

“Thomas—“

“What you think of yourself—no, what your family thinks of you is not who you are, Philip. You’re fun, you’re creative, you bring me out of my boring shell and make me feel happier than I ever thought I could be. And this—“ Thomas gently places his hand on Philip’s tiny bump, “—Is a wonderful thing. All that energy you have is going to go into being the best father you can be for our baby. I know you, darling, and you would never let us down.”

Philip can’t reply, too overcome by joy and relief to do anything but throw his arms around Thomas’s neck and bring him in for a choking hug, but Thomas doesn’t stop it or try to wriggle free. He never had any intention of doing anything but staying put, here, in Philip’s arms.

“Did you bring home some cake?” Thomas asks.

“I did, but I ate both slices on the drive home.”

Thomas laughs, “I wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

“You’re not mad?”

“You’re carrying my baby, darling. You can eat whatever you want.”

“Even the tomatoes from your garden?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Thomas almost chokes on his strawberry as he laughs, looking to his wolf-mate who sits beside him on their porch swing though Philip is already worriedly looking at him.

“What?” Philip nuzzles him and kisses his cheek. Thomas can tell by the way the wolf’s ears are perked up that he’s confused.

“You’re not a very good liar, Philip,” Thomas takes a sip of his lemonade, sitting back and putting his feet up on swing so he’s sitting sideways and able to curl his bushy fox tail around himself, sighing in contentment. Summer days don’t get much better than this.

“What do you mean? I’m not lying.” Philip’s confusion is palpable.

“I’m in my XXXL shorts,” Thomas twangs the elastic waistband of his large blue pants just to emphasise them. “With my pasty-pale legs on show and my big belly, which—yes—I can balance the bowl of strawberries on.”

The fox looks pleased with himself, smiling up at his mate but Philip is frowning, so amused with Thomas’s teasing that he’s practically growling.

“Your big belly is carrying our twins,” Philip says, taking the bowl of fruit off of Thomas’s bump and puts his hand on it, rubbing over the crest of the fox’s belly, caressing it lovingly. “And your pale legs are long and beautiful. And look good wrapped around my waist.”

Philip smiles, and Thomas hears the thumping of his wagging tail against the patio swing. They kiss, hands entwining atop the arch of Thomas’s stomach.

“And my super duper extra-large pants? Surely you’ve nothing good to say about them.”

Philip mulls over his answer quietly for a moment, allowing his hand to slip down Thomas’s belly to the waistband of his shorts, tugging at them like a playful pup.