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He sighed, already knowing that Max and Luggi had probably climbed on top of Maro, Max being the most insatiable fucking omega, and Luggi being the one who spent too much time with Max, doing the same. Chris wouldn't be able to join, but maybe later. Lully would be with Jules, as he always was when his 'mom' had too active a desire to take someone's cock. These thoughts warmed something low in his belly, softly, without sharp arousal, more out of pure satisfaction.

A low rumble escaped his chest; he didn't stop it, just smiled tiredly. His gaze sluggishly drifted over the sprawling notes, on one hand understandable enough, on the other, with their own system reminiscent of something close to an extinct language. His eyes caught on a few changes that could explain everything, so he jotted them down in his own notes — digital, since only Max and a few engineers in their fifties used paper here.

His phone pinged, a message from Maro appearing at the top of the screen: "I need to step away with Luggi, we'll be back in a few hours. Max is angry, so I'm leaving him to you! He's already ignoring my words, but tell him I'm sorry!"

Dani had rolled his eyes at the start of the message. He couldn't believe that when their little pack was forming, he'd worried that the alphas would be more domineering with the omegas, that there were fears that someone might accommodate them out of duty or obligation, even if they'd had enough. And then came the first night with Max.

It had been a lot, intense; if he'd guessed right about Jules and Luggi, who after the first or second orgasm became relaxed and wanted more cuddles than sex, with the Dutchman it was the opposite. He had taken each of them, dictating his own pace, which was so much in the style of Formula One that it was too unexpected. Max would impale himself, giving himself only a couple of seconds to adjust, while he rolled his hips searching for the right angle. Then he'd break into a wild, rough pace, slowing only when orgasm approached from a lack of strength.

Chris had been gentle with him, giving him everything he wanted, slowing him down to lick his neck or draw him into a long kiss. Max never said he liked it that much, but the whimper that escaped when the kiss deepened answered for him. But what was most surprising was that not even a couple of minutes after their orgasm, he was already licking Maro's cock, glistening with Luggi's lube and his own semen. Max would moan with pleasure; he genuinely enjoyed it so much, it was so raw, so open, that Dani was ready to come just from the sight.

Maro shared his opinion, because as soon as Max smacked his lips and licked them, spreading the lube and semen over his lips, Maro couldn't take it anymore, flipped the Dutchman onto his stomach and entered him in one thrust. Max squeaked, initially clenching, but immediately moaned and thrust his hips back to meet him. Their pack bond was just forming, but at that moment he felt Maro lose all coherent thought, just pounding into that pliant, greedy body that wanted more than they could give.

Insatiable, hungry, as if he only felt right when he was on someone's cock. He would push back even when his thighs were trembling and his knees were giving out, so that Maro had to take his full weight, but he wanted more. Dani already knew it would happen when Max looked at him from under his lashes and licked his lips, pointedly dropping his gaze to Dani's cock. Dani grinned, not even commenting on this attempt to look innocent, which immediately crumbled as soon as he was impaled on his cock.

Kissing had clearly become something he really enjoyed, because he wouldn't pull away, insistently intertwining his tongue, exhaling moans into Dani's mouth. And even when Dani switched to his gland, licking it in long strokes, Max immediately pulled the already pliant Jules into such a dirty yet soft kiss that the scent of the Frenchman's slick quickly spread through the room. When everyone said Max was a born leader, leading everyone else, they clearly didn't expect this.

But seeing two omegas actively licking each other, feeling Max clench around him as Jules began to press against his chest — it was something that quickly pushed him over the edge. They felt it — the knot. The base filled with blood, swelling and catching on his walls. Dani immediately began to pull out: not all omegas were ready for that or wanted it. But his action was quickly interrupted when Max grabbed his shoulders in a death grip and with effort impaled himself on him, taking him fully, making the knot open.

Dani came at that same moment, filling him, while Max came himself, barely keeping himself upright to use his hand to bring Jules off. He pressed the omega to him, feeling him finally sated, feeling his hoarse purr resonate against his chest, mixing with the quiet soft purring of Jules and Luggi. That was when they understood that they had enough of each other. But this also had a downside.

Like now, when there were fewer alphas in the nest, Max became more irritable, more needy. And Luggi, Jules, and even Lully, they all felt the omega's dissatisfaction and became just as greedy. And now, with Chris absent and Maro having left without satisfying him, anything could be expected.

Dani checked his phone again. No messages from Max or Jules, Chris was still silent, and Maro had left without writing anything more. His hand habitually reached for the social media folder and clicked on Instagram. He wanted to quickly check everything that had been sent to him, especially regarding the gloves: a small activation boost and, on top of that, a little more space would be freed up on his shelf. Not that he had many things left, not anymore, when you spend too much time with three omegas and their pups, you inevitably lose your entire wardrobe quickly.

Max, who had very efficiently given them even more team uniforms, clearly wasn't opposed to this turn of events. So that in the end they could only wear them in the nest, so as not to scare anyone with too intense and aggressive a scent of the pack's arousal. Even though Max didn't hide wearing that very kit to his Grands Prix, enjoying seeing how other drivers wrinkled their noses at the scent of alphas. In the background, Dani thought about giving him his shirt; Max would clearly like it, especially considering how often he himself resorted to the same gesture.

Refreshing his notes again, he moved to Instagram to screenshot the responses without holding back his laughter. Everyone had spoken up; some things had been sent to him privately, and some, like Max and Jules had done, had been public and explicit. Dani licked his lips, reading the message. Fisting without lube? That would be hot, though knowing them, they'd both flood everything so much that they wouldn't need anything extra. The warmth in his lower belly intensified, more openly now; his cock twitched under his race suit clearly enough that deciding to put off his notes became a solid plan.

The papers flew onto the table, where the fluffy little lion still lay. His race suit was pulled down, his phone still clutched in his hand, unlocked, where the message was still quite explicit. A grin stretched across his lips, because he already knew that if Max had written this — he wanted it, if he wasn't already doing it. Maro and Luggi's departure and Chris's absence now sounded quite timely for Max to put his fantasy into action. Though it wasn't as if he was shy about his fetishes, of which there were quite a few.

The door to their pack room was firmly closed, so the scent didn't pass through, and that meant only one thing — he was right in his assumptions. The card unlocked the way with a click, greeting Dani with an almost tangible taste of their scents. Lully slept in the distance, his face buried in Max's shirt and covered by Jules's jacket. Meanwhile, the owners of those things were right in the middle of the nest, entwined in a deep kiss, while Jules was squeezing the Dutchman's waist with his thighs.

His gaze automatically dropped down. This. Fucking hell. This was fucking hot. So hot that his cock ached with desire, along with his instincts literally screaming at him. He wanted, just desperately wanted them. Both hands were in gloves, exactly one of those five pairs he'd shown in his story. They had slipped down, baring more skin than necessary, crumpling in folds on his fingers. He knew Max's hands were smaller; he always felt how his little palm fit into his when they intertwined. But now it was scorching.

His hand moved with a wet squelch, completely wet and covered in natural lubricant. The pace was slow, almost meditative, which meant only one thing — they were waiting for him, they wanted him. Max moaned, finding Dani with glassy eyes, thrusting his hips forward, where Jules was squeezing their cocks together, while quite explicitly showing the wet spot beneath him.

Slowly, deliberately relaxed, he approached them, sitting down so that he pressed against Max's back and met Jules's gaze.

"Playing without me?" He ran his finger along Max's hole with pressure, making him arch and moan into the omega's mouth. Dani didn't stop, squeezing Jules's waist with one hand, while the other teased the Dutchman's entrance. "What am I supposed to do if my omegas didn't call me? Maybe I should leave them like this, not letting them come?"

The omegas whined in unison, both from the stimulation from the alpha and his scent, and from Dani's words. Max pressed against him, leaning back to start rubbing his neck against the exposed gland, while Jules buried his face in his cheek, wrapping his arms around him along with Max. Feeling rather than seeing, he understood that Max had stopped stimulating Jules. And yes, both gloved hands were now on his thighs, wanting to pull him closer. He hummed.

"Baby, did you enjoy playing with our Jules in gloves? Did you like it? Do you want more?"

Their scents intensified, sweetened so much that Dani felt a shiver run through his body from such an obvious invitation. Jules before him was becoming more clingy, more eager; they both knew that he could come only from direct contact. The parallel with Max arose on its own — Max was greedy, but could come several times even without a cock, though he very openly desired it.

His hand landed on Max's small back, pressing down so they would both lie down, which they did with such obedience and eagerness that should definitely be remembered and used in the future. Max was on his knees and elbows, trying not to lean on Jules, as if he could crush him — such alpha behavior that Dani wanted to break him down even more.

"Jules, baby, do you want to make Maxi feel good? Taste him?"

Jules purred, while Max moaned low just at the thought, immediately producing more slick. Now he understood why Maro would make Max lie with his ass up for long periods, jerking him off in a punishing pace — seeing a drop of slick leak from inside didn't just make him hungry, it made him wild.

With a quick motion, he pulled Jules so his head was positioned in front of Max's cock, and his legs could hook around Dani's waist. Which he did, sliding his completely wet thighs over the top of Dani's race suit and pressing against his cock with strong pressure. Dani moaned, squeezing the Frenchman's thighs the way he liked it. His already completely dirty suit was quickly pulled down enough for his cock to finally spring free, immediately pressing against Jules's moist skin. Jules moaned exactly when he took the head of Max's cock into his mouth, making a whimper sound from above.

"I'm ready, I'm mgh, please," Jules arched and trembled when Dani unceremoniously pressed against him, making his presence known.

"I know, baby, so wet for me, so ready. Did Maxi work hard on you?" Reinforcing his words, he pressed closer, feeling the body beneath him quiver. His hand moved higher, to where Max's ass was trembling, and following the impulse, he stroked one of his buttocks. But looking up, he saw Max licking Jules's slick off the glove and involuntarily squeezed his hand on the omega's body, making him freeze and tremble. "Maxi, honey, don't do that; I need to feel Jules when I use it."

Both omegas froze, not entirely understanding what he wanted, but even so, Max obediently closed his mouth. Even without seeing his expression, he could feel it, especially now, when his body shifted, indicating a thinking process. And then it dawned on him.

"You're going to take them to the race?" Max turned around, his mouth opening in disbelief and freezing; Dani regretted that he couldn't reach over and kiss him right now, while Jules trembled sharply beneath him.

"Maxipedia, well done, you immediately understood what I want?" Max immediately blushed, hiding his face. "But you know, there are two gloves, so I'd like to be able to feel my second omega as well. Give them to me."

Max buried his face in the pillow, involuntarily opening himself up even more. He and Jules both blushed heavily, and their scents intensified with a new wave of arousal. Dani didn't rush him, waiting while Max slowly took them off and passed them somewhere behind him, not even turning around.

Chuckling, he pressed a small kiss to Max's knuckles and took the gloves. The right one was still covered in a layer of slick, so he set it aside, putting on the left one. While he was pulling it on properly, Max arched sharply: Jules had taken him into his mouth again, and Dani didn't want to wait any longer either.

So with a leisurely thrust, he entered Jules, feeling him open up for him, stretch around his cock, which was still noticeably bigger than his fingers, especially Max's. Entering to the hilt, he felt Jules clench around him, wanting to bury him deep inside, not letting go. Taking advantage of this, Dani unceremoniously pressed his palm to Max's ass, gathering the leaked slick and immediately inserting two fingers. Max muffled a scream, scratching at the pillow; the cold rubber and the texture made everything brighter, more sensual. The relief was unusual, but the amount of slick eased it all, making the sensation pleasant, full.

Thoughtfully circling inside, he easily pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch. Without a second thought, he repeated what Max had done and licked off the gathered slick. The taste of vanilla-lavender dessert with a familiar rubber feel was surprisingly good, but he would have preferred to just eat Max directly. Having licked off the taste, he returned his fingers, instinctively bending them to immediately press on his prostate, simultaneously thrusting into Jules. The omegas moaned in unison, intensifying their purring.

Dani slowly picked up the pace. Even feeling that both his partners were on the edge, he wanted to prolong this, giving them enough so they would clench and see stars, but remain on the edge without getting release. Jules whimpered, while licking Max's groin, sometimes using his hand to stroke his ass where three fingers were pounding into him so that he couldn't even moan, choking each time they hit that spot.

They both felt full, next to each other, next to their alpha in their pack's nest. Dani couldn't hold back anymore, breaking into a particularly strong, deep rhythm, drowning in both of them. His left hand had already adapted, quickly driving Max to frenzy, and he decided that Max had been obedient enough for this. He withdrew his fingers, leaving his thumb inside and penetrated so deeply that Max squeaked, receiving a series of such thrusts and coming right into Jules's mouth, who licked up everything he could, moaning at the taste of the omega, while Max stayed on his knees only thanks to Dani's hands.

"Now my gloves are ready," he looked at them, still glistening and smelling unbearably good. "Now I'll only race in these. You'll help me refresh them, won't you?"

Dani licked his lips, thrusting especially hard, feeling both of them clench at his words, blushing again, but it was clearly worth it. Jules arched, coming, but still feeling Dani thrust through his orgasm until the last drop had left him. Only after that did Dani finally come, finishing deep inside, while at the same time licking a bit of slick from Max's hole.

Dani kissed deeply, licking and sucking on those plump lips until they were swollen and redder, filled with blood, a thin trickle of it tracing from a particularly sharp bite. A tremor ran through his body, pulsing downwards, as a firm line became too obvious and the scent of slick became undeniable.

Pale hands clenched in his hair, pushing his head lower, to where the pulse could be felt on the tongue, where the sweetness of the scent became real and settled in the mouth. They moaned in unison as fangs rubbed against the gland, free, sweet, and still empty. His gums ached from teeth that were too sharp now, while the skin beneath his tongue swelled more, demanding, waiting.

"Fuck. I can feel them on you," Dani's voice was unusually hoarse, almost raspy, but now, as his broken, faltering voice sounded next to Max's ear, scorching it with his breath, Max could say that it went straight to his cock.

"I can't ignore them," Max flinched when Dani's outlined erection pressed against his crotch. "They don't know yet."

"They shouldn't allow themselves to cover an unbonded omega with their scent," a growl slipped into his speech as naturally as Max's brain surrendered to his instincts. He could listen to this forever.

"Max Verstappen is an alpha, they can do anything…" Max gasped when teeth particularly sharply grazed the edge of his gland. The whining, mixed with whimpering, was distinct in the alpha's ear, as his tongue wetly covered the area. His hands tightened on Dani's back, squeezing the pliant body stretched out to give itself to him.

"How could I have forgotten," Dani moved his hands lower, digging his fingers into Max's waist, until a distinct tremor was felt in his hands. "My little princess, don't you want to tell them the truth? Tell them that not only the youngest and most skilled driver in Formula One beat them, but an omega as well."

Max babbled, his fingers scraping over Dani's sweater-clad shoulders — his sweater, with the distinct number three and the unmistakable Verstappen print. Dani hummed contentedly, feeling those small, too-thin hands brokenly clinging to him. He pressed himself to the hot, pulsing neck, feeling the scent envelop him completely, as the omega beneath him became thoroughly saturated with it. He could stay like this forever, but the body beneath him was shaking, wanting more, demanding.

"They… they don't need to know," his voice broke into a moan as a knee spread his thighs, simultaneously providing support and pressing against his crotch just enough to stimulate, but doing it insufficiently. A whimper was born in the back of his throat along with a deep purr — hoarse, heavy, the kind he only allowed himself to release with Dani.

"You think?" Dani pulled him closer, sharply, almost roughly, but Max felt the pressure intensify, and his hot, sweaty body pressed against him completely. His body responded immediately, slick gushing out of him in spurts, seeping through his clothes, imprinting on the other's thigh. "You could claim me, mark me, be marked by me," he paused briefly, feeling the reaction and gathering all his strength to hold back. "I would be there with you, holding you in front of all the cameras, so that when you stepped onto the podium, everyone would see the mark of my teeth, feel our scent. You would be mine."

Their scents intensified, merging as if it were already happening, as if the marks had already faded on their necks and become an integral part of them. Dani slowly pulled back, one hand caressing Max's neck, where the gland was becoming scorching, as if if he held it any longer, it would burn him to the bone. So he wanted this, freezing right where vulnerability was open and accessible. Max leaned back, pressing into the hand, closing his eyes from pleasure and the knowledge that this would be right: he was already ready for this, even more, he desired it.

With a light, almost imperceptible tremor, Max raised his hands, practically finding the other's face by touch. His palms pressed against Dani's cheeks, his fingers buried in his hair, as Max poured all the tenderness he felt into the small caresses. He lifted his head, smiling at Dani in a way that took his breath away, melting under that confident, happiness-soaked gaze that he could feel even in the dim light of the room. Dani exhaled sharply, involuntarily squeezing the body tighter.

"I'm already yours," Max leaned in, pressing a warm kiss, pouring even more of everything he felt into it. It was enough for Dani to surrender, weaving into another kiss, trying to express everything in return, to give him everything and just be with him, be next to him in a way that they didn't know where one began and the other ended.

Dani didn't wait any longer; he lifted Max so that he immediately wrapped his thighs around him, whimpering into the kiss as their members pressed against each other through layers of fabric. Max's arms immediately wrapped around Dani's neck, his hands again burying in his hair, pulling, his fingers scraping, knowing how it affected his partner. And the reaction wasn't long in coming; the alpha hummed, shifting back to his neck, but now biting, sinking into the skin, immediately licking over it, covering every piece with a dark mark.

Their hands were hurriedly pulling: Max was impatient and greedy; he wanted more, right now. But as if mocking him, Dani was moving slowly, as if Max's weight wasn't something he wanted to lose — quite the opposite, as if he wanted to merge. The omega whined, pitifully, invitingly, so that his inner self immediately responded with burning and impatience. But Dani quickly drew him into a kiss, swallowing all the sounds he was making.

"Baby, don't be so impatient; I'll give you everything you want," confirming his words, he covered Max's face with small, weightless kisses, feeling Max grimace, trying to beg for more.

Dani just giggled, finally reaching their room. They both felt it; the scent here was bright, rich. A huge nest of their things and the clothes of other endurance racing drivers sprawled over slightly more than half the bed — the nesting instinct was still fresh and weak, after Max had finally stopped taking suppressants after so many years. Dani hummed, stirring warmth in Max's chest; his partner was pleased with him, he liked their place, he wouldn't leave.

With a soft rustle, Dani lowered him into the very center, which immediately absorbed him like a missing piece, making the scent deepen, bloom so that Max purred contentedly louder, merging with the alpha's quiet rumbling. For the Dutchman, the sound was still unusual, the kind he hadn't heard even in the times when memory had erased everything; he couldn't even imagine that his mother and Jos could ever share this song together. He couldn't think that he himself would one day feel this and share it with someone he truly loved.

Seeing Max's thoughtfulness, Dani slowed down; he pressed down from above, leaving more weight on his arms, even knowing he could easily bear it. The vibration echoed in his chest, along with the realization that the body beneath him was relaxing, shedding the layers of protection he wore even around Dani, not because he was afraid — because he didn't know how else to be. So he cherished these moments when the soft, tired core revealed itself, and for him. Not hiding behind the persona of an alpha or a cornered, bristling beast, which he resembled during particularly difficult Grands Prix. Just Max.

Dani exhaled, beginning to slowly kiss his neck, causing a slight tickle that pulled him out of his thoughts and made him twitch slightly. Dani's hands were already on his waist under his polo, feeling the heavy muscles hidden beneath softness. His teeth ached with the desire to sink into that sweet flesh, until he had tasted every piece, so that later he would know that under all that clothing, there would always be his mark. The body beneath him responded; Max arched, looking at him from under those long blonde lashes with that deceptively innocent gaze — they both knew Max was even hungrier than he was.

His fingers hooked under the edge of the fabric, pulling it off the body and baring his flushed chest. Max, out of habit, raised his hands to cover himself, but stopped them mid-motion. To both their surprise, instead, he wrapped them around Dani's still-clothed shoulders, pulling him in lightly. But for Dani, this was more than just a gesture: it was an act of trust after so many months when Max couldn't open up to him, too alpha to be omega.

Slowly, so as not to scare him, he leaned towards his chest, feeling Max's hands on his neck begin to tremble noticeably, and Max bit his lip in front of him, looking away and squeezing his eyes shut. Dani himself felt a wave of goosebumps as he froze just a centimeter from the hot skin. They had never done this before, but how fucking badly they both wanted it.

Giving Max the chance to pull away, Dani slowly pressed his lips there, simply marking his presence, listening to the ragged breathing. His fingers tightened in Dani's hair, but didn't push him away, which was a signal to continue. The Spaniard pressed kisses, outlining his nipples, but never touching them. He knew how sensitive omegas were there, especially Max, who always reacted brighter, stronger, as if every time was his first.

His tongue quickly touched the peak, immediately pulling back to look at Max. But Max wasn't even paying attention to him: squeezed-shut eyes and a sharp moan, while his body arched into a bow. His thighs squeezed the body beneath him again, wrapping and clenching so tightly that Dani himself flinched in surprise. But now he knew what Max liked, what he wanted.

Not making him wait, he leaned down again, immediately taking the nipple into his mouth. A high-pitched squeak sounded above him, followed by a sound resembling a moan and a whimper at the same time. Dani greedily sucked it, circling it with his tongue and biting the skin around it, while Max scratched his back through the fabric, squeezing so tightly that it seemed it would split in his hands. A hum and more insistent tugs were heard, making Dani pull away to throw off his clothes. In the same instant, claws dug into his skin and pulled him back.

Dani giggled, gently caressing both breasts, while Max threw his head back in ecstasy. The scent of slick intensified, but Dani didn't want to rush, which the Dutchman was very displeased about, but they both knew that Max liked to fall apart in his arms under these long caresses, that not only his clothes but the deep layers of the nest became wet. Max would be embarrassed later, but Dani would unashamedly bury his nose in it, tasting it, knowing that for now they weren't ready for Dani to devour him, but both were frantically waiting for it.

His right hand began to massage, rubbing the areolas but not touching, while his lips pressed to the other nipple again, acting more intensely, hungrier. His tongue moistened the peak, while his fingers began to rub the other nipple. His actions were slow but intense, making Max howl, not knowing what he wanted more: to pull him even closer or push him away, giving himself a chance to breathe. But all he could do was scratch his hands across Dani's back, feeling the roll of muscles, as one of Dani's hands moved, twisting his nipple, pulling it and repeating it in the same rhythm as his lips drew on the other.

His cock was already leaking along with the slick, having long soaked their pants. Max rubbed against him, seeking release; his body had become a raw nerve, feeling every movement on his chest. He moaned impatiently, having long since stopped closing his eyes, but still not daring to look down. Dani, as if to spite him, continued at a slow pace, so that he felt everything vividly, it seemed even more intensely with each touch. His hand wove into the dark hair and pulled him even closer, but instead, Dani pulled away and stopped. Max hissed.

"Baby, do you like it?" Max turned such a unfocused but displeased gaze on him that Dani couldn't help but grin. "Gotcha."

Max's eyes widened; Dani, without breaking eye contact, pressed himself to the other nipple and bit it, simultaneously squeezing the fully saliva-moistened one. It seemed Max lost his sight, because all he saw were white flashes in his eyes, while his body convulsed. And Dani, the real bastard, began to squeeze and release his grip, prolonging his orgasm and stimulating him even through it. Max trembled and moaned, while Dani massaged his chest. He felt every movement echo in his cock, and semen continued to leak from his already limp member.

"I would do this for days on end," Dani reluctantly pulled away, pecking the swollen and reddened nipple one last time. "But you want more than just this, don't you? My little needy omega."

Max purred quietly, with heavy, leaden limbs, but even so, the hunger inside him wasn't satisfied. He wanted more, he wanted him, his partner, his alpha, his Dani.

Their practically wet pants flew off to the side, where the polo was already lying. Max hummed, still too weak to speak, but not too weak to show his displeasure. Dani felt such a surge of affection that he pressed a greedy kiss, silencing the hum, immediately feeling it give way to the familiar purr — it seemed he was becoming completely addicted to this sound.

Finally, they were both naked. Max sprawled in the nest, squirming, feeling his chest still burning, as if his hands were still squeezing it. He closed his eyes, still avoiding looking at Dani, especially after that. But it didn't save him from the sensations. He could feel his hot, massive member pressing against the inside of his thigh, where the stickiness of his release could still be felt. His own cock twitched, showing weak interest, but still not having the strength to stand.

"Do you want this? Should I continue?" Dani leaned down, running his nose along Max's flushed cheekbone, feeling his breath on his skin. Max opened his teary eyes and nodded, spreading his legs just a little wider, almost imperceptibly if you didn't know where to look. "Good, honey, can you tell me in words? Can you?"

Max opened his mouth and immediately squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the blush burning on his face. He curled up, hiding his head in the crook of Dani's neck, deeply inhaling his scent. It was still too much. Too weak, too omega-like.

"It's okay, it's alright," he stroked the ear red as a Ferrari and laughed to himself at the comparison, but didn't voice it.

Max relaxed in his arms, but still hid his face. Dani didn't push him away, only leaned in, trying to twist so that Max could lie down and he could reach his groin. His hand pressed against the slightly hardened but still limp cock and moved lower. Max flinched hard, but immediately forced himself to relax.

His fingers circled around his buttocks, gathering the viscous slick. Pausing for a second, he unexpectedly ran his finger along his hole with pressure, gathering as much as possible on his fingers and raising his hand. Max felt, didn't see, but knew that Dani was tasting him right now. And it did something to him, when he felt the intensifying vibration and the alpha's moan. But he buried himself deeper in the crook of his neck, feeling like he would die of embarrassment right now. And Dani, damn him, wasn't helping.

"Me gustaría decir sólo esto, oh dios," Dani muttered in Spanish, licking his fingers. It was delicious, fucking delicious, so much so that he wanted more. But Max had curled so tightly into him that he couldn't embarrass his omega any further, especially not make him wait.

His fingers returned to his buttocks, massaging the flesh, gathering the leaking slick, to finally press. Max gasped, feeling the penetration. It was just one finger, entering without resistance and immediately to the knuckle with a wet, loud sound. His walls clenched, his body trembled. The scent became sweeter, heavier, flooding the room and making the alpha inside scratch impatiently. The base of his cock pulsed, the knot beginning to slowly form, feeling his ready omega.

Dani exhaled hoarsely, burying his face in Max's hair, trying at least to breathe. And Max, whimpering into his neck, clearly already knowing how to rush him, wasn't making it easier. The second finger entered just as effortlessly, but gave more pressure, filling him just the way he wanted. The Dutchman began to move, rolling his hips, searching for the right angle. But Dani growled, his other hand pressing him to his body, holding him in place. His fingers moved slowly, with a drag, entering and exiting with a squelching sound. But all the movements bypassed his prostate. They teasingly spread inside, stroked his walls and came out, only to push the leaked slick back in with the next movement.

The trembling didn't stop. His legs felt numb from the languid pleasure, but it wasn't enough for him to feel it fully. Dani had chosen a slow pace, unhurriedly adding a third finger, but still deliberately ignoring the right spot. Max opened and closed his mouth, wanting to ask, to beg, knowing that if he just said it, Dani would give it to him in that same second, but he couldn't.

The sudden emptiness made him clench and snap out of his thoughts, his fingers digging in harder. When Dani turned them over, putting Max on top, feeling his cock resting exactly between his buttocks.

"Let's try this way; you'll like it, you don't have to do anything, baby," he traced soothing patterns on his back, covering his crown with kisses, waiting for Max to be ready. Having endured all the embarrassment, the Dutchman pushed back, pressing against his cock and shamefully feeling the streak of slick he had left with his movement.

Dani's breath caught, his cock twitching, along with the knot beginning to pulse with desire. His hands shifted, adjusting Max and positioning him more comfortably. His cock pressed against him, not entering, but making its presence known; pre-cum mixed with the hot moisture, making their scents merge, causing them both to moan. The omega breathed heavily, feeling hungry, feeling his alpha's long-awaited cock ready to satisfy him. He slowly pushed down, muffling a cry into the crook of Dani's neck, when he felt the head penetrate him, passing into his clenching walls.

"Fuck, this feels fucking amazing," Dani held him, not letting him take it all, making him freeze. "Princess, don't rush, please," he swallowed the thick saliva, sinking his teeth into his lip to stop himself from sinking them into the delicate pink neck, where he could feel the sweet scent being released for him. He was going crazy. And Max, clenching in response, clearly didn't want to make it easier for him.

He exhaled through clenched teeth and let Max lower himself further. His cock entered deeper and filled him in a way his fingers couldn't. The Dutchman was shaking, yet trying to take him deeper, knowing that just a little more and he would hit that spot. Heavy breathing and pitiful moans mixed with a purr, as he felt the head opening him deeper, and the trace of veins felt from the inside. He didn't hide the cry of pleasure when Dani obediently pushed deeper and hit exactly the right spot.

Max moaned, scratching his shoulders, while Dani set a deep, slow pace. Max clenched when he felt his cock go deeper, opening him with each thrust. His hands held him in place, only allowing him to writhe, trying to push back to meet him, but all he could do was take everything Dani gave him.

He burned from the inside; his body had stopped obeying him, and his voice had long since broken. The thrusts continued, becoming faster, each time hitting his prostate and making him clench; he clenched, trying to keep him inside longer, but it only made him more sensitive when the head pulled out of him, fully letting him feel its movement. Max cried without holding back, wanting more and release at the same time. His cock rubbed against Dani's stomach, having long since completely coated it with pre-cum.

Max whined, still trying to push back, but Dani began to speed up, slowly, as if he were picking up the pace in a race and could finally let himself go. His thrusts became fast, deep, and hungry. His hands roamed over Max's body, squeezing, while his lips murmured something in Spanish, but he couldn't understand anything. His thoughts had long since leaked out of his body, when he felt the first building pressure. The knot.

"Please, Dani, please," Max couldn't hold back anymore, and all he wanted was to feel his alpha fully inside him. He couldn't take it anymore.

Dani froze. A second's pause, and he lifted Max's head, taking away his hiding place, and kissed him. Deeply, wetly, licking him all over and resuming the pace. It was faster and more intense than he could have imagined; even past times paled in comparison to what was happening now. The knot swelled, stretching his walls for itself with each thrust, as Max began to tremble, feeling the approaching orgasm. Dani, feeling this, quickly lowered his hand, squeezing the base.

Tears flowed stronger from the pleasure overwhelming him, bordering on something beyond. Dani thrust especially hard, while squeezing Max's still swollen nipple, twisting it. So that he couldn't hold back the cry, immediately swallowed by Dani, and felt the knot open, stretching him to the limit, even when he thought he couldn't take anymore, it still expanded. Hot semen hit him from the inside, and Dani released the base, immediately squeezing the head.