Except for the scent. Which was entirely different but not at all repellent.
Adrien’s scent was…delicious even. In its own way. A fruity sort of musk combined with his own spunk and the sweetness of Adrien’s slick.
Eventually, his knot began to recede, and when it was completely gone, he tugged out of Adrien’s body, waking the boy with the odd sensation of a giant cock leaving his gaping ass.
Adrien hissed and doubled over.
“Cramps,” Heath explained. “I stretched your insides with the knot. It’s hard for your body to adjust. Just breathe through it.”
Then he rose and went into the bedroom, leaving Adrien on the floor, breath hitching with the cramping pain. He returned and knelt by Adrien’s side and slid a thick rubber plug into him.
Adrien groaned and twitched. “What’s…?”
“To hold you open so my entry is easier next time, and to keep my semen inside you to increase the chances of pregnancy. Also to reduce cramping.”
Adrien trembled on the floor for a few seconds, but when Heath stood and reached down to help Adrien up, his hand gripped Heath’s solidly.
On his feet again, Adrien looked healthy enough, but a little thin. His skin was taut over his muscles, showing off every tendon and bulge. Heath had heard the boy’s aesthetic called ‘stringy,’ but he ideally preferred a man with a little more flesh under his skin. Still, something about Adrien’s body and form called to Heath on a primal level—he ached to keep the boy safe, to feed him delicious foods and plump him up, and to fill him with his cock.
And most of all to see him birth Heath’s children.
What had started as a desire to join his genes with Nathan’s was morphing, even after only this first fuck, to include a desire to see what Adrien himself might offer as a man, omega, and father. Heath squeezed his eyes shut. Ridiculous heat crush! He’d fight against it, but there was only so much he could do. Biology was a strict commander until the rush of heat was over.
Heath shook his head softly to dislodge unwarranted, heat-induced romantic thoughts before leading Adrien through to the bedroom. He flipped on the lamp by the bed, keeping the room dim, so that Adrien wouldn’t be distracted from the otherworldly heat-dream that often overtook omegas and helped them relax when the lust gripped them hard.
“Climb in,” he said, holding up the covers and gesturing toward the fresh sheets on the mattress. He’d put them on himself in preparation for their time together. According to the stories of old, it was the little things between alphas and omegas, like clean sheets and preparing food and water, which promoted an emotional attachment and thus improved the receptivity of an omega’s womb. Scientifically, he knew that an omega could still be impregnated, emotional attachment or not, and originally he’d been determined to resist any such connection. But he also knew culture and biology both worked together to the benefit of a conceived child, and that included engaging the caring, protective, even possessive instinct of the alpha.
Yes, he was aware of all of this intellectually, but he was still surprised to find himself following instinct in such a blind way.
Adrien blinked toward the dim shadows and then obeyed Heath, sliding between the covers with a whimpering sigh. The scent of their sweat and cum transferred from Adrien’s body to the bed, and it rose from the sheets as Heath fluffed them. His cock twitched, interest reignited, and he hoped Adrien’s next wave of lust hit soon.
In the meantime, though, food and water were a must.
Leaving Adrien stunned and exhausted in bed, he went to the small kitchen, donned an apron, and checked the soup on the stove. It was a hearty meat stew with chunky vegetables that his grandfather had always prepared for his omegas during breeding, and Heath had twelve uncles, so it must provide sufficient nourishment. His own father had stuck to only one omega, married him, endured years of unhappy marriage, and had only two sons, but that had been their choice.
After filling a bowl, he brought it in to Adrien, along with a giant tumbler of water. Climbing carefully onto the bed next to his wide-eyed young purchase, he ordered him to sit up and eat.
Adrien’s hands shook enough that the stew slopped a bit, and so, frowning, Heath took over. He fed him spoonful after spoonful, staring at his
lips glistening with the greasy stew and listening for his soft sounds of satisfaction.
“This is good, Heath,” Adrien murmured.
Heath said nothing in reply. He grew harder, his apron tenting, as he watched Adrien’s throat bob with each swallow, and he imagined the heat of the boy’s plump lips against his skin and the spasm of his throat around his cock.
When he was through and the bowl put away, Adrien sipped water greedily, a sheen of nervous, yearning energy glimmering over him. Heath sat beside him, staring at him, marking all the ways he was like Nathan and all the ways he was different. Same mouth, same forehead and chin, but the color of his hair was more golden than wheat, and the color of his eyes were brown rather than the pure, crystal blue of Nathan’s.
The similarities were comforting, like coming home to a warm blanket and comfortable bed after traveling far into the harsh world. But the differences were arousing. A newness that tingled in his balls and made him want to fuck Adrien again and knot him for hours. He hadn’t expected that.
“Am I allowed to talk?” Adrien whispered, glancing anxiously toward Heath. “Or is this just a thing where we fuck and you knock me up, and once I give birth we go about our lives like we never met?”
“You can talk,” Heath said, curious what this son of Nathan’s would say next. Already, his first few sentences were surprisingly Nathan-like: bright, curious, and a little challenging. He’d been so passive until now that Heath had started to wonder if any of Nathan’s damnable fire had passed down to him.
“I know nothing about you…” Adrien trailed off, the directness Heath had just admired disappearing behind a blush and embarrassed eyes that couldn’t meet Heath’s own. “I don’t know anything at all.”
“And yet you just experienced the most raw and vulnerable hours of your life with me,” Heath offered. He reached between Adrien’s legs and touched the plug there.
Adrien shuddered.
“And my cum is in your womb as we speak.”
“Yes.”
“And you will likely carry my child.”
“All of that, yes.” Adrien’s throat clicked as he swallowed anxiously. “I’d
feel better about all of this if I knew more about who you are. I didn’t plan…” He wiped a trembling hand over his mouth and started again. “I didn’t plan to auction my heat to the highest bidder. All my life I’d imagined that when the time came, I’d be in a relationship with a man who could take care of it for me, out of love and caring.”
Heath said nothing. He didn’t know why Adrien didn’t have a man like that if that was what he truly wanted. Alphas were eager to commit to an omega because it took the pressure off them for child care. It was in their nature, their instincts, to fall for the men who submitted to them so joyfully.