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“You’re sure about this?” Robby asks, looking at his bottle of rut suppressants in his hand, Jack sitting on the bathroom counter to watch him. Robby, about to skip his morning dose for the first time ever.

“Yeah,” Jack says with a grin, trying to hide just how excited he is. Robby nods but looks at the bottle distractedly, turning it over slowly, wearing that pensive look on his face like he’s not saying something that’s on his mind. Jack has gotten better at cracking through that exterior in the past few months alone.

“Man, do you want to do this?” Jack asks, perhaps too belatedly. He’s been so excited about the idea of Robby in rut he hasn’t stopped long enough to really study Robby’s reaction to it. “It seems like you don’t want to do this, and it’s your body, man, we won’t if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that,” Robby murmurs, still turning the bottle over and over in his hands. 

Jack leans towards him, trying to get him to make eye contact. “Then talk to me.”

Robby’s eyes slowly flick up to his, brown filled deeply with guilt and fear and apprehension. “What if I hurt you?”

Ah, of course, this is Robby. Guilty, sweet, gentle alpha Robby who doesn’t want to hurt a fly, who twists himself in knots over the patients he can’t save, who gets angry when he can’t take Jack’s nightmares away. Jack’s not sure what else he expected at the thought of Robby going into rut.

“You won’t,” Jack says with a smile. “And I’m pretty sure I’m stronger than you anyway.”

“What if I lose control?” Robby asks then.

“That’s kind of the point of a rut, dumbass,” Jack says fondly, taking his hand. “Have you thought about it from my perspective? What if I want you to?”

Robby looks at him with such fear, such startling clarity, that it breaks Jack’s heart. Jack slowly takes the bottle out of his hands and sets it on the counter.

“Why do you think I’ve been pushing for this?” Jack says, leaning closer. “What if I want my alpha to go crazy over me, over my scent, keep me all to himself for three days of fucking and claiming?”

Robby inhales sharply at that, and the scent of him aroused—a scent Jack is by now familiar with intimately—starts to fill the air. Jack breathes it deep. “I’ve never had a rut before,” Robby says roughly. “You know that.”

Kept it locked down since he was a teenager, he told Jack when he asked, always careful with suppressant supplies, never wanting to run out by accident. Never wanting to lose control. To hurt someone else.

It seems no one was good enough to go off his suppressants until now. No one convincing enough. But he and Robby are mated for life, and beyond the admittedly solid excuse of cleaning out your body and letting it breathe for a time by going through a natural rut, they’re doing this for an entirely different reason.

Jack shivers at the thought of being his first rut. Jack wants that. Wants to be the object of Robby’s unbridled lust, possessiveness, protectiveness, clinginess, even his roughness. Jack will take it all.

Robby shivered much the same when Jack told him that yes, he’d gone through rut with an alpha once or twice, but that was a long time ago. He could see the possessiveness in Robby’s eyes even then, even now, entirely clearheaded with both of them firmly suppressed. 

Jack wonders how powerful Robby’s possessiveness is going to be during the rut. Robby’s a jealous man by nature, his alpha instincts not helping, and Jack knows how it embarrasses him. Shames him. 

He keeps it locked down for everyone, but the rut is going to take away all his inhibitions. He’ll fawn over Jack like a wild animal, claim him and mark him and remind Jack who his fucking alpha is. His scent will change, become even more delicious. 

Jack wonders if, by the end of it, there will be a single spot on Jack’s body that’s hickey free. The thought stirs arousal in him even now, in this benign moment.

“I trust you,” Jack whispers, “always. I can take care of myself, always. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Robby gives him a withering look at that. Jack bears it. This isn’t about him right now.

Robby, forced to confront something that will force him to take only his own pleasure and coincidentally give Jack some, too, force him to and on good sense and rely purely on the instinct that just wants to fuck…yeah, he can see how Robby would have problems with that. But it’s also really fucking hot, something Jack thought Robby understood. 

“Okay,” Robby rasps. Then, deliberately, Robby sets the bottle back in the cabinet. It has weight. It makes Jack shiver, just the suggestion. He swears Robby’s scent starts to change, but that’s just his own imagination. It’ll be a while yet.

“This is gonna be the longest week of waiting in my life,” Jack mutters, and Robby laughs.

#

The symptoms start appearing on day four. Jack comes for handoff and is met by an exhausted looking Dana, which is saying something. Jack’s stomach clenches.

“Rough shift?” he asks. She nods. “Robby?”

She gestures to one of the rooms in the back. “Is he alright? He’s been snappy today. Keeps barking at me every time I tell him to take a break. And anytime an alpha starts to get even slightly belligerent…lord.”

“Pre rut,” Jack says, and she nods as if her fears were confirmed. Here, Robby’s scentblockers still work, and only Jack is able to smell through them as his mate, but even Jack can tell they’re starting to fail. Being pushed to their limit just like his were.

“Get him out of here,” she says with a soft smile, and Jack nods, going to find Robby.

He finds him not quite yelling, but delivering a strong lecture to an ornery patient. Jack just lingers in the doorway, meeting the gaze of Robby’s terrified med students across the room.

Jack shrugs, watching Robby until he’s finished his tirade. Then Jack goes to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, dragging him away from the bed. Robby’s face softens the moment he sees Jack, and Jack doesn’t miss the way Robby melts under his touch. “Hey, brother,” Jack says, jerking his chin at Robby’s med students, reminding him of their presence.

Robby nods. Very sheepish, he says to them, “I’m very sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

If they have working noses, they sure as hell know, Jack thinks. Robby’s scent fills the room, thankfully thicker to Jack than it will be to anyone else because of Robby’s doubled up scent blockers. 

The smell of woodsy man and the hot dark arousal of an alpha in pre rut has Jack's lips parting to taste the air, shifting as he can feel himself leaking into his boxers. It’s an automatic, biological response, his body not understanding why he can’t just go present for Robby right now.

Fuuuck, Robby smells good. If Jack smelled half as good during their not so unfortunate heat suppressant incident a few months ago, he can’t imagine how Robby made it through. Jack breathes it as deep as he can in this sterile room, stale scent blockers permeating the air, and crosses his arms to dig his own nails into his arms.

He follows Robby out into the hallway where they have semi privacy. “You alright?” Jack asks, an almost exact mirror of what Robby said to him those months ago, clearly vibrating with aroused tension like Jack is now. 

“Yeah,” Robby replies, an automatic response until Jack levels a glare at him. “It’s been bugging me, yeah, and that—what I just did was unacceptable, but it comes and goes. You make it better.”

“It’s only gonna get worse,” Jack says quietly. “You don’t want to just start your time off now?”

“Fucking hypocrite,” Robby says, and they share a smile at the memory. “It hasn’t hit me yet. I’m still good. Still talking in complete sentences, aren’t I?”

Jack huffs. “We don’t know what it’s going to be like for you,” he says, because every alpha’s rut is different, and they tend to vary more than heats do. Robby could be sweet, tender and loving to Jack while rude to everyone else, he could turn into an animal with Jack, mindless with possessiveness and arousal from the start…they simply don’t know.

Jack would be happy with any and all of the above. It’s a chance to take care of Robby in every possible way, and Robby will let him, and Jack will get the fucking of his life—lucid and able to fully enjoy it this time.

 But it’s not surprising that Robby’s already getting worked up with other alphas and scents at work. Jack is happy to soothe him, albeit unconsciously. But Robby’s eyes are still darting to his scentblockers, mournful and angry all at once like he’s daydreaming about ripping them off. Jack shivers under that heated gaze, not even trained on his face. 

He probably can’t smell anything enough to soothe, since Jack’s not in heat and therefore not much scent is escaping the patches even for his mate, and this clearly distresses Robby beyond belief. Every night this week, Robby has fallen asleep with his nose near Jack’s mating bite, which is unusual since Jack always runs hot and usually pushes him off during the night.

If that’s the amount of passion Robby has for him now…god, Jack can’t imagine what the weekend is going to be like.

Robby crowds him against the hallway, rubbing his nose in Jack’s neck with a noise only Jack can hear, thank god. He wraps an arm around Jack, rubbing his own scent over Jack like he doesn’t know he’s doing it.

Drawing both of their scents deeper into the air, filling with the warm, fresh bakery scent of Robby contented in pre rut. Pleased with his mate and himself. Robby’s going to start purring soon if they’re not careful, and as much as Jack loves that, he doesn’t think his incoming night shift would like to see their boss getting scented by his sexy alpha mate.

“Robby,” Jack whispers, mournfully. “You can’t do this here, baby.” He pushes Robby away by the chest, and Robby’s little whine kills him, but he goes red an instant later as he realizes what he was doing. His eyes dart around, checking if anyone has noticed. Jack was watching over his shoulder, they’re good.

“Go home,” Jack whispers. “I left a nest for you in the bed. All my clothes.”

Robby’s eyes flare, and Jack can see the fog of pre rut arousal surrounding him before a second’s passed. “Go,” Jack says, commanding him softly, and Robby nods.

#

Day six with no suppressants, Jack comes home from a shift expecting to be tackled when he walks in the door and immediately scented, or perhaps fucked, or otherwise finding a reason Robby can’t work his scheduled half shift that day. But he can’t find Robby at all.

After calling his name with no reply, yet listening to the sound of something crashing, he finds Robby in their bedroom tearing through their closet. 

The bed is a mess—Robby always makes the bed before Jack comes home from work, so that’s strange—and Robby doesn’t acknowledge him when he comes in. The smell of pre rut is thick in the air, but still not solidified into full rut. Tomorrow, definitely. It’s so good, so cloying, inescapable, making Jack drool. Smells like a five course fucking meal.

Jack drops his things, resisting the urge to simply kneel and present in the wake of that scent. “Robby?

Robby turns towards him instantly, eyes flooding with relief, wide and glassy. “Jack,” he breathes. “I can’t—where is it? It’s not here.”

“What? What is it?” Jack asks, going to him, touching him, ripping off his own scent blockers, wondering if that will help. Robby’s lips part and he shudders as he breathes the air, but that’s not it. He eyes Jack’s clothing like it offended him, hands twitching like he wants to pull it all off. Fuck, Jack’s a little too tired for that, and he was hoping to get one more sleep in before contending with Robby in rut, but if he needs it…

But that’s not what Robby’s after either, continuing to tear through the room. Restless and distressed, even in the sharp notes of his scent. “Baby, come on, let me help,” Jack says desperately. “What are you looking for?”

“I don’t know,” Robby says, voice close to a panic. “I don’t…” Then he stops and turns, inspiration in his eyes, and Jack fills with relief just for that. That something is making Robby feel better.

Robby digs through the laundry, making a further mess of the bed and the floor, and then finds whatever it is he’s looking for. “Put that on,” Robby says, chucking a hoodie at him. The one he wore a few days ago for just a few hours, still mostly clean. But it smells like Robby. Dark and woodsy.

Jack breathes it deep, holding Robby’s eye while he does so. “That was it, huh?” he breathes. “I don’t smell enough like you?”

Robby nods, noticeably easing as Jack pulls off his tshirt and pulls the hoodie on instead. He’ll get way too hot with the hoodie and the shirt, and it has the added bonus of making Robby look at him like that.

Jack tucks his nose into the hoodie and breathes deep, feeling his own shoulders relax as Robby’s scent floods his nose. So fucking addicting, even out of heat, with that rich pine and thick comfort. It’s warm, familiar, making every bit of tension in him sag as if Robby has a guiding hand on the back of his neck. 

“I’ll wear this to sleep,” Jack promises, and while he’ll almost certainly wake up after a few hours drenched in sweat from it, he doesn’t care. And Robby certainly can’t tell the difference right now, with his eyes dilated like that. His scent is changing, contented and close to purring with satisfaction. Pleased with Jack, proud of him, his mate. It makes Jack want to preen, show off for him just to get to smell it more. 

Robby’s eyes slowly clear of their haze as Jack begins picking up the mess on the floor, wearing his hoodie. “Fuck, I’m sorry about all this,” he says, scrambling to help. “I don’t know what happened. Feels like I was possessed.”

Jack knows the feeling, the hazy dreamy floating of heat, how all he could think about was being knotted and having Robby’s body close by. “It’s okay,” he assures him, squeezing his wrist. “You got nothing to worry about. I’ll pick this up. You need to get going. You still got a half shift today, brother, if you feel like working it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Robby says with a distracted nod, surveying the destroyed bedroom with dim horror. “You’re still sure about this?”

Jack sighs, a fond and amused smile crossing his face. “A messy floor isn’t going to scare me off, nor is being asked to wear your clothes. Not like we can do anything about it anyway, now. You’ve been off them for six days.” He breathes from the hoodie again with a little sly smile. Robby shakes his head, apparently overwhelmed with a fond smile, and leaves.

Jack sleeps. He cleans the messy bedroom, figuring he’ll go to the grocery store after Robby gets home from his half shift in preparation for their…busy weekend.

He’s taking a breather on the couch after cleaning when Robby comes home, and he just toes off his shoes and collapses into Jack’s arms on the couch. Doesn’t speak.

 “Hey,” Jack says, still wearing his hoodie, slightly concerned but figuring all bets are off with Robby’s usual behavior thanks to pre heat. “Did you tell Dana you wouldn’t be back tomorrow?”

Robby nods, nuzzling into his chest, his neck. “Rough shift?” Jack asks, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Robby just grunts a yes, when is it not a rough shift? But he doesn’t lift up his head. He keeps his face where he can smell himself and Jack combined together, eyes closed, and soon he’s sleeping on Jack’s chest.

The sleepiness is a side effect of the incoming rut, Jack knows, because he’s been watching Robby get full nights of sleep for months now with him. There’s no way he could be this tired with just a half shift. But Jack’s happy to stay with him.

That evening, after Robby’s had his nap, Jack extricates himself and goes to put on his prosthetic. When he’s putting on his shoes, Robby’s scent grows closer, the sound of his shoes stealthy and quiet when he wants to be. Jack looks up and double takes at the look on Robby’s face, dark and claiming. Fuck, Jack thought he had more time before this part of it would start.

“Where are you going?” Robby asks, his voice rough and low. Jack pauses at his tone.

“Grocery store. Gotta stock up for your rut before you won’t let me leave the house anymore,” Jack says with a wink. But when he looks up at Robby, he’s not smiling. His eyes are dark, starting to lose their clarity. Oh, fuck. Maybe that time has come sooner than Jack thought.

“No,” Robby rumbles, and Jack looks up and meets his eye. “Don’t want you to leave.” His voice is as gentle and softspoken as always, but there is a quiet command there which Jack cannot ignore. It’s not Robby’s alpha voice, so he can resist it, but it’s still hard. It’d be hard even if he wasn’t reacting chemically to Robby’s rut.

Jack shudders through the haze that tries to go through him. “Robby, come on, baby, you can come with me. You can hold my hand the whole time if you want.” He pinches the hoodie. “I’ll wear this—”

Then Robby is pulling Jack into his arms, his grip tight and possessive. Jack stumbles without his crutches, but lets Robby hold him up. Robby shoves aside the hoodie until his nose is buried in Jack’s shoulder, huffing his scent gland.

 “No,” Robby rumbles into his scent gland, insistent. This time it is his alpha voice, sounding like he’s not even aware he’s using it. “Not letting you out where other people can smell you.”

“Fuck, okay,” Jack whines, “okay, I guess DoorDash it is.”

Robby manhandles him to the couch where he can keep Jack in a tight hold, and Jack orders groceries delivered from his phone. Difficult when Robby whines every time he realizes Jack’s not paying him full attention, but fuck, a man’s gotta eat. Especially during the upcoming days.

Robby seems still lucid enough to wait until Jack’s ordered the food and put his phone away to start inching his hand up Jack’s thigh. Jack’s been slick and leaking since Robby used his alpha voice, but only now does he allow himself to pay attention to it, to the choking scent of rut in the air. 

Been a long time since he’s smelled it, but it feels fucking amazing, thick enough to gorge himself on. It’s Robby’s comforting, woodsy, library scent mixed with sex and arousal and heat, with a demand Jack can’t help following. 

Robby’s burning hot hand starts groping him through his pants, making Jack gasp and squirm. They’re half leaning into each other on the couch, Jack half in his lap already.

“Need you,” Robby breathes, nosing just under his ear, hand still moving and making Jack leak with every press, every addicting bit of Robby’s rut smell filling the air. That smell is going to bring Jack to his knees. Utter dominance, the smell of present for me, omega that Jack feels compelled to obey. “Need to fill you. Need to knot you.”

Jack shudders. He supposes it’s starting. “Fuck, alright.” He pulls Robby up by the hand. “Let’s go get horizontal.”

They get as far as the wall opposite the couch before Jack finds himself spun around, hoisted up, and pulled into Robby’s arms. Robby’s hands are under his thighs, and Jack follows his unspoken command to jump, wrapping his legs around Robby’s hips. 

“Fuck, man, your back,” Jack pants, but Robby shakes his head, leaning in for a hot kiss. Deep and filthy right away, pushing Jack back, claiming. Dominant.

“Alpha,” Jack whines, involuntary, but it makes Robby groan into his mouth, nipping at his lip and pulling back.

“Don’t wanna wait,” Robby rumbles, still sucking a mark high up. “Right here. Not waiting.”

“Fuck, okay, alpha,” Jack whines, “no waiting. Yeah. You just take it. No waiting.” He holds tight to Robby’s shoulders and prepares to be fucking ravished.

Robby sets him down long enough to ruck Jack’s pants down with little grunts, undoing his belt with a clink that makes Jack shiver, pavloved at this point into getting wet at that sound. 

As if he wasn’t already; reacting to Robby's scent, thick and enough to gorge himself on. Jack whines at the way Robby’s face changes when he can smell Jack leaking for him, burying his face in Jack’s neck and huffing him like an animal.

“Mine,” he murmurs as he pushes into Jack in one smooth push, picking Jack up again to fuck him against the wall. Jack clutches the back of his head, running hands through his hair, as Robby takes what he wants. 

His scent is changing from aroused and unsatisfied to aroused and content, and that pleasure, the knowledge his alpha is pleased with him, is enough to make Jack lean his head back and moan.

Jack is being kissed before he knows it, fucked into so gently all things considered. Like Robby is savoring him. Feeding at his mouth, sucking on his tongue, still holding him up with that impressive strength. 

Robby is already transformed. Sometimes if Jack tries very hard, teases Robby to madness, he can get railed. He can get knotted against the wall or in the shower. But Robby’s never gone as hard as he did when Jack was in heat, never thrown away his self control like that ever again.

Until now. It’s gentle, it’s restrained, but Jack can feel it’s different. He’s different, and Jack is going to get his shit rocked. This is only the beginning of a deliciously rough rut.

“Knot me,” Jack moans, pleads. “I need it. Knot me, alpha.”

Robby groans and buries his face in Jack’s neck, fucking into him harder, still holding him up. Jack squeezes around him, gripping his shoulders, holding on as Robby’s knot slips in. Jack’s slick is probably dripping onto the floor around his cock, already wet enough to soak him.

Jack moans with him as he comes inside, filling Jack so thoroughly, stretched so wide it’s enough to make his eyes water. He can’t believe Robby is still holding him up, but he’s grateful for it. He’s sure he would’ve collapsed to the floor now, otherwise. 

Jack doesn’t come, but it’s alright, he savors the feeling of Robby stretching him full, filling him with come and cock and everything he needs with Robby’s rut pheromones driving him crazy. Jack can’t gulp in air fast enough. He’s sweating through the hoodie. It’s perfect.

“Sorry,” Robby mumbles into his neck, pulling back to smile at him sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” Jack breathes, shivering as Robby slowly lets him down, his knot deflating. Jack’s still aching and throbbing as Robby slips out with gravity, as a waterfall of come hits the floor. The smell of it hits Jack, making his cheeks flush, a rarity. Robby’s eyes grow darker, and his eyes land on Jack’s lips. Jack shivers with the gaze of a predator.

“Bed, now,” Robby breathes, and Jack’s nodding before he’s finished talking. They race there together.

On the bed, Robby furiously strips off his clothes, and Jack follows him in a daze. Robby allows the hoodie to hit the floor, lying on his back stroking himself through his boxers. Jack’s mouth drops open. Jack kneels on the bed beside him, unsure where Robby wants him. Robby’s already hard again, wanting, and Jack just wants to serve.

Robby gestures for him to come closer, and when Jack does, summoned as if in a trance by his every move, Robby pulls him. Up and over his chest, where Jack thought he might be going, past his dick, where Jack thought he might be forced down and told to suck him off like a good little omega—an idea that makes his skin tingle, to be revisited later.

No, Robby is pulling Jack by the hips up onto his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the slick dripping down Jack’s thighs, giving him just a taste of pleasure. Robby groans at the taste and the smell, shifting and panting like a dog for more of it. His hands land on Jack’s ass now, pulling him closer, desire wide in his eyes.

It’s instinct to do the hovering thing, Jack placing all his weight onto his good knee, looking down at Robby’s lustdrunk eyes looking right back. But then Robby’s hands curl around his spread thighs and pull him down again, holding him with a vice grip. Jack moans from the touch alone. Robby usually runs cool, but now he’s so hot he’s searing, sweat dripping back from his forehead into his hair.

Jack squirms, already panting at the feeling of Robby’s beard rubbing against him, at the slick he can feel dripping onto Robby’s mouth, his jaw, his neck, and tries to pull back a bit. Robby probably wouldn’t mind drowning in him, but Jack knows he won’t even be considering the fact that he needs air, and Jack really does not want his mate to die mid rut.

But he doesn't get far. “Don’t move,” Robby rumbles in his alpha voice, coming out every few hours now—if he knew he was using it, he’d stop and probably retreat into himself, apologize profusely, but Jack won’t let him know for that reason. It’s hot every time, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. “Just let me eat my fill.”

“Fuck,” Jack shudders and drops his weight down without any further fight. “Okay.”

He scrabbles for a grip on the headboard and holds on for dear life as Robby eats from him, trying to lick him clean but finding it a fruitless endeavor as every touch of his tongue just makes Jack gush more.

Robby’s drowning himself in him, gorging himself on Jack’s slick, and all Jack can do is moan, “Goddamn, Robby, your tongue feels so fucking good—ah, just like that, baby,” and try to hold on for the ride. 

He takes one shaky hand off the headboard to stroke himself, eased by the slip of his slick. He grinds into his own hand and grinds back onto Robby’s face, shivering at the sensation of his beard rubbing Jack’s most sensitive places.

Robby’s right hand leaves his thigh, and after Jack has pulled his scrambled brains together, he realizes what the back and forth movement of his arm means. Jack looks back over his shoulder and moans at the sight of Robby stroking himself, squeezing his own knot.

He’s not trying to show off, that’s obvious, he’s just relieving what must be a torturous ache of his knot forming in the open air. But his hand is moving frantically, desperate like he can’t wait, and Jack’s not even touching him.

 Jack’s doing nothing except sit here on his face and soak him and gasp out his own pleasure, and Robby’s so fucking hard from it that he has to squeeze his knot. He has to take a hand off jack to do it, which can’t be easy right now. Fuck. Robby’s desire for him does wonders for Jack’s ego.

That fills Jack with a flash of arousal right in the gut, the knowledge that Robby’s doing this in an entirely selfless way. That he’s not even trying to get Jack off, he’s just eating from him for the sheer pleasure and apparent taste of his slick, and it’s just a byproduct that every long stroke of his tongue is making Jack shiver with pleasure.

 It’s so hot, so eager inside him, around his hole, so fucking hungry for what only Jack can give. Jack stares at him stroking his knot, squeezing it so obscenely, and words spill out of him in a rush.

“Let me turn around,” Jack breathes. Robby growls denial into him, holding him down tighter on his face by the thighs, sending vibrations rocketing through Jack’s core that make him shiver and whine. 

“If you let me turn around,” Jack says, through a heavy breath, “I can jack you off. And you can have both hands free to play with my chest.”

Jack has no idea if those words will sink through Robby’s rutdrunk haze, but he’s always open to suggestions, and it seems the rut hasn’t dimmed that. 

Robby pauses then—during which Jack squirms on him, aching now with the lack of stimulation after so much for so long—and then Robby’s releasing his thighs, rasping, “Move,” with his alpha voice, his entire face shining. 

His eyes are completely black with lust, gone. Jack swears and tries to turn his jelly limbs around, grateful when Robby manhandles him into place. And then Jack sinks his weight back down, fumbling a hand around Robby while Robby reaches up to tug on his nipples.

Jack moans loud, can feel the gush that leaks out of him and into Robby’s eager mouth. Robby groans at the taste of it, every time like it’s brand new. Jack gets a firmer grip on him, hot and throbbing, and strokes him rapidly. 

Robby’s hips buck into his hand, and he moans freshly into Jack’s wet heat, like he already forgot Jack could touch him. Still slickdrunk. Jack braces one hand on the bed beside them and jacks Robby off, uncoordinated and messy but tight.

Robby’s hands continue playing with his chest, groping and squeezing and fondling as he pleases, tugging Jack’s nipples to make him moan and knife forward. Jack grinds against his tongue, abandoning stroking Robby’s cock in favor of stroking himself, figuring Robby won’t mind for now. Jack can’t ignore his aching cock any longer, head foggy from Robby’s scent, choking the air so fucking thick. He’s getting drunk on it.

The haze of Robby’s rut, his own pleasure, the thought be a good omega be good for your alpha give him pleasure are swirling through Jack’s head. He squeezes himself, perilously close to the edge as Robby’s tongue dives deep again like he’s trying to force it as deep as it’ll go. Moaning into him at the fresh slick that coats him, his soft beard against Jack’s thighs, perfect. Jack’s eyes squeeze shut.

“Do you—do you want—“ Robby’s tongue swirls inside him, and Jack’s legs shake, but he forces himself to ask, “Do you want something else from me? I’m gonna come soon, baby, you gotta tell me. I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want with me, but you gotta tell me what you want.”

Robby keeps licking at the edges of his hole a few moments more, then pulls back reluctantly to say, “Come right here. Right on my face. Don’t you dare fucking move. Drench me. Soak me. I want it all.”

 He takes hold of Jack and holds him down closer, rocking him back and forth so Jack has no choice but to ride his tongue. Robby keeps playing with his chest, hot and rough hands making Jack squirm.

No alpha voice, but it doesn’t matter, because it pulls the orgasm out of Jack all the same. He only needs one more stroke of himself, then he’s groaning thickly and clenching on nothing, so empty he’s aching as Robby keeps his tongue deep inside. It’s not enough.

Jack wishes he was full of something else right now, fingers, cock, knot, but this is fucking mindblowing too. He’s throbbing in his own hand, shuddering with every swipe of Robby’s eager mouth.

Robby’s moaning into Jack, rubbing his beard over him, soaking it completely in slick. He must be breathless, must be choking on the waterfall of slick that Jack rains down on him, spraying the sheets and Robby’s chest, but he doesn’t care.

Jack forces his eyes open to watch Robby hump the air, unwilling apparently to take his hands from Jack's nipples long enough to stroke himself. that sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through jack, orgasm making him shake and squirm. When it’s finally over, there are stars he has to blink away.

Just as Jack’s about to open his mouth and ask how Robby wants to come, he finds himself thrown off Robby’s face, catching his breath. Robby sits up, licking his lips, his beard shiny and wet.

 He looks utterly smug and self satisfied, eyes still dark with lust. Jack opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a pitiful little whine. Robby growls and tackles him onto his back.

Jack is glad to go, glad he doesn’t have to hold up his own weight anymore, and shivers with delight as Robby spreads his thighs wide and feeds his knot into Jack in one slick push. 

Easy—thanks to his orgasm, Jack is freshly sopping wet, replacing all that Robby licked away. Fuck, Jack didn’t think he could get this wet except during heat, but Robby in rut is proving him wrong. The scent filling the air, the hormones, the pure feral need in every movement, every sound.

“Is that what you were doing?” Jack asks breathlessly, humming a moan as Robby plasters him with his own body. “Getting me all nice and wet? Ready for you and your big knot, baby, was that it?”

Robby rumbles some kind of answer that quickly turns into an eager grunt of pleasure as he bottoms out and starts fucking him. Jack yelps, oversensitive and right on the edge of too much, but Robby holds him down. There’s no way Jack is going anywhere. 

Robby sets a brutal pace. Jack just clings to his shoulders and takes it, squirming in overstimulation, but Robby clearly doesn’t care. He’s staring unfocused at Jack’s chest, just lost in rut, in pleasure, until Jack reaches up to grip his chin and make him look at Jack’s face instead. 

Recognition stirs in Robby’s lustdrunk eyes, and his mouth drops open to pant. His face still shimmering wet, his lips red and raw and swollen, beard a sticky mess as Jack runs his fingers over it. Coated in him. Jack shivers with a weak pulse of fresh arousal, but he’s not going to come again so soon. This sure fucking feels good, though, Robby rutting into him with no cares in the world except his own pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s it, so fucking hot for me, Robby, Jesus,” Jack gasps all in one breath. “I fucking love you. Love you like this. All instinct and desperation. Fuck me, fuck me, baby. Want you to breed me.”

Robby groans and leans down low, wrapping his arms around Jack’s shoulders and pulling him closer into Robby’s chest, cradling him as Robby’s hips do all the work. 

It’s also a good angle for Robby to huff into his scent gland, which only makes him crazier, humping into Jack like an animal, his wide body pushing Jack’s thighs apart to make room for him. Jack just leans his head back and tries to hang on for dear life.

Robby’s hand moves from his shoulder to Jack’s own hand, kissing his palm in a startling moment of lucidity before tangling their fingers together. Robby presses their joined fingers into the bed above Jack’s head, getting some leverage to fuck him until the headboard’s banging against the wall.

Jack moans, squeezing around him, desperate to feel Robby come. To knot him. He’s close, Jack can tell, his knot rubbing against the outside of him. Jack doesn’t have to be close himself to yearn for Robby’s knot.

“Please,” Jack breathes. “Knot me, baby. Breed me.”

Robby squeezes his hand, sinks his teeth into Jack’s mating bite, fitting his teeth exactly to the scar. Then he’s spasming and spilling into him without another word, hips working as his knot stretches Jack wide and sinks inside. No matter how wet Jack is, how open and loose, it never fails to make his eyes water from the sheer stretch. 

But when it’s in, it’s bliss, the rightness and instinct of it singing in Jack’s bones. He lets himself go limp, leaning his head back to breathe as Robby’s scent grows more content. Satisfied.

He floats for a few minutes until Robby goes down enough to pull out—Jack wasn’t sure what to expect, if he’d be stuck on Robby’s knot for hours, just one delicious round after another, one load and knotting and rinse repeat after another, or if he’d be given a reprieve.

But Robby slides to his stomach and keeps Jack’s legs spread with his shoulders, not allowing him to close them yet. Jack shivers, eyeing the intensity of Robby’s eyes. Then he shivers at the feeling of Robby’s fingers gently pushing back into him.

“Need to keep it in,” Robby grunts, pushing his come back inside. Robby usually loves to watch it leak out and make a mess, make Jack squirm, but right now he’s focused on pushing it back in. The little thrusts of his fingers are purely a pleasurable byproduct, but they still make Jack choke on overstimulation. “Make sure none of it gets out. Get you pregnant.”

“Yeah,” Jack chokes out, thanking all that’s good and holy for heat-rut strength birth control and the miracles of modern medicine. “Yeah, do it, babe.”

Robby moans and starts humping the bed, still playing with Jack loose and open. Jack doubts he’ll be allowed to close his legs for hours as Robby dives back between them.

After another round, when Jack is beginning to wonder if he’s in over his head, wondering how he could get through to Robby that he needs a break, Robby seems to read his mind. He pulls out a plug, sucks on it briefly, then shoves it inside Jack roughly.

Jack cries out, squirming up the bed as Robby fucks it in and out of him a few times, then leaves it be, letting it sit in his still loose hole. Jack squeezes around it, making Robby groan from the sight. But he relents, sitting back on his heels, letting Jack adjust. After having Robby’s knot inside him so long, it hardly feels like anything at all, just something to keep the come inside him.

It’s only a matter of time before Robby will be replacing it, anyway.

#

Jack wakes on the morning of day two to the dim awareness and distant sensation of heat against his backside, as well as movement. It’s Robby, dripping sweat in his sleep, humping his ass and whining softly into Jack’s neck, one leg thrown over Jack’s waist for a better angle.

 One arm is locked tight around Jack’s chest—he let Jack take off the hoodie while they slept, thank god, otherwise Jack would be melting right now—to keep him close, Robby nosing into his scent gland as his hips move furiously.

Jack’s lips part, and a moan slips out. He’s hard and dripping slick into his boxers in seconds. 

Robby moans when he realizes Jack’s awake. Jack turns around to find his eyes glassy with need, begging and pleading with his gaze alone for Jack to give him what he needs. He’s only capable of whining and licking Jack’s neck.

Seems he can’t figure out how to get from rocking his hips to sinking inside Jack with all their clothing in the way. Jack moves his sluggish body, soothing Robby with his voice and his pheromones and his body.

He turns over, pulling Robby’s arm off him, making him whine again, but Jack shushes him and pets his arm. “I’m going to make it all feel better, don’t worry,” he promises, easing Robby up and out of his shirt, soaked with sweat. Then he pulls the covers down and takes off his boxers, straddling his lap, resisting the urge to grind himself over Robby’s thigh—he can feel himself dripping onto Robby’s lap.

Robby’s red hard and clearly aching, and Jack moans in sympathy. “Gonna take the pain away, I promise,” he says, the scent of Robby driving him crazy. Robby so mindlessly aroused, all for him. Only him.

Jack is shaking as he lines up and sinks down, easy and slick but still a stretch, first knot of the day. That’ll change soon. Soon, he won’t be able to remember what it was like not to have Robby’s thick knot sliding in and out of him as easy as a finger.

“This is all I want,” Jack gasps, bouncing up and down. “Talk to me, baby, come on. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you want.”

“So wet,” Robby groans into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his back. “So tight, Jack, fuck. Addicting. My omega.”

“Yeah? You gonna breed your omega? Gonna get me pregnant?” Jack gasps out.

“Yesssss,” Robby hisses, pulling back to fist Jack’s cock, making him shout and knife off the bed into Robby’s hand. He clenches around him hard, and then Robby’s whining again, tucking his face into the crook of Jack’s neck, making little thrusts.

“Then do it. Knot me,” Jack begs, feeling himself throb. He’s close.

This time, they come together, Jack squeezing Robby’s knot tight, housing it inside him right where it belongs, close and tight. Robby makes him see stars every damn time. After that, they’re back to cuddling, back to Robby’s clinginess, just wanting to please him, to make sure Jack is safe. Knowing Robby, it’s not surprising.

“Sorry,” Robby mumbles into his collar. It’s beginning to form a pattern that Jack doesn’t like.

“Don’t be,” Jack promises, squeezing one of his hands. He’s smiling. “Fucking hot.”

#

Robby is talkative the second day. Mumbling filth into Jack’s neck, about how he’s so wet, so tight despite how many times he’s been knotted, how he’s such a good omega for his alpha, so willing to present and be fucked and bred. So perfect. Every word gets Jack hotter, moan louder, not used to Robby so talkative or so filthy, but the rut is taking down his filters.

They don’t get out of bed till close to noon. Robby mumbles into Jack’s neck, “Wanna get you pregnant with my pups.”

It’s obvious he’s not thinking about what he’s saying or even that he’s saying anything, but those words send a knife through Jack’s stomach, all instinctual desire screaming yes yes yes. Thank fucking god, once again, for birth control so that Jack doesn’t have to curb these urges now in the heat of the moment. 

He can give himself over fully to the fantasy of it, letting Robby fuck him harder and faster and both of them getting more worked up. Jack’s dripping around Robby’s cock at just the thought, just Robby’s absentminded words.

Jack’s moaning into his ear before he realizes it. Robby’s kissing his mating bite, licking the edges of it, teasing the center with his tongue, sending Jack’s slick splashing between them. Robby’s scent is so thick in the air that Jack’s drunk on it, making him leak.

This is what Jack wanted. The feral alpha with thoughts of only breeding him, no awareness of what he’s saying. Robby completely unrestrained, animal. Consumed only with the urge to fuck and breed and keep fucking his hips into Jack one more time.

“Please fucking breed me,” Jack breathes, wrapping arms and legs closer around him, wanting Robby as deep as possible. “Want it so fucking bad, baby.” he shifts his position, hands slipping on Robby’s sweaty back. “Keep talking to me, alpha. Use your voice on me.”

Robby knows what he means, of course, perfect man. Perfect mate, knowing all Jack’s needs. Jack’s brain is rapidly leaking out of his ears, his legs, with every drip that lands on the bed around Robby’s cock, the knot rubbing against his rim, tip pushing right into his sweet spot. Full almost to bursting with it, but his body able to keep up now that he’s slept.

Robby’s stomach is rubbing against Jack’s own cock now, making him rock into every bit of pleasure he can find, consumed by it backwards and forwards, inescapable. With that, with Robby’s scent filling the air so richly, Jack is right on the edge of coming.

“My omega,” Robby grunts in his ear, using his alpha voice, usually meant to issue a command or compulsion to answer a question, but now he’s just using it to speak, making Jack shiver with arousal as each word washes and tingles over him. “Gonna make you pregnant. Knot you and make sure it takes. All mine.”

Those two words are enough to do Jack in. all mine. It’s what he was expecting beyond a shadow of a doubt during this rut, the possessiveness Robby would blanket over him. The claim. The need to fit his teeth into Jack’s mating bite over and over, cover him in his scent…and Jack wants to be claimed.

“Who’s your alpha?” Robby goads, slowing his thrusts to a slow, filthy grind that’s so fucking wet and loud in the air. He rolls his hips deep, making Jack take every inch of him over and over. “Who do you belong to?”

Jack grins as a devious idea strikes him. “I’m not sure,” he hums, splaying his arms out at his sides. Then one gets tucked behind his head, just admiring the animal fucking him, those lustblack eyes, completely gone. “I think he’s here somewhere. Not quite sure, though.”

Robby growls and bites at his neck, sucking a hard hickey into the side of it, making Jack squeeze around him and gasp.

Then Robby moves down and nuzzles Jack’s unbroken scent gland, hips churning again into Jack’s sloshing heat. So fucking loud it’s obscene. Jack can’t fucking believe how wet he is from the power of Robby’s scent alone, not even in heat. He didn’t know he was capable of getting wet like this outside of heat.

Jack is very, very glad he’s not in heat right now, that he’s lucid enough to appreciate all of this, that he can tend to Robby’s every need without worrying about himself. Not that Jack’s had to do much work over the last few days. Just had to lie there and take what Robby gives him.

“You’re mine,” Robby snaps, fucking him harder, up the bed until the mattress squeaks. Jack reacts to his voice, his scent, his fucking mindblowing knot with a weak moan, body going limp in further submission.

His head turns to the side to make room for Robby to nuzzle in, claiming, pushing Jack’s hands above his head and pinning them down. Jack’s fingers flex under his grip, intertwining their hands together, grasping desperately for a hold. “You’re mine, omega.”

“Yes, yours,” Jack whines, unable to keep the words out of his mouth. He might be drooling—from more than one place. Robby’s knot just feels too fucking good pushing into his aching hole, stretching him wide then relieving it with a gasp as it slips all the way inside. Jack gasps, Robby groans. Jack sees stars.

When he blinks, there’s a blur of movement, disorientation, then he’s looking down at Robby, his dark eyes now looking up at Jack.

 “Do I have to do all the work?” Robby snarls, pulling him down onto his knot as if he’s not already all the way sunk down on it. Robby’s hands on his ass to guide him are hot and claiming, squeezing appreciatively and delivering a harsh spank. Jack jumps, his nerves lit up.

There’s nowhere else for Jack to go, scrabbling for a hold as he adjusts to the new position of riding him, bracing his hands on Robby’s chest and letting gravity help. Fuck, it’s so deep from this position, impossible to ignore. Jack bites his lip as he feels more hot wetness leak from him, rolling down Robby’s cock and soaking his crotch. 

Robby just looks hungry, lying on his back waiting for Jack to move. When he doesn’t do it fast enough, still trying to gather his thoughts, Robby does it for him. He lifts Jack up by the ass and bounces him the inch or so that the knot allows.

“Gonna knot this hole,” Robby mumbles, and if Jack wasn’t close before, he sure as fuck is now, bouncing patheticallly on it, sobbing out pleasure as Robby rubs right into his sweet spot, making him dribble more slick down.

Robby rumbles in satisfaction as the smell of more of it hits the air, his lips parting. “Gonna eat it out of you after. My omega. Mine.” He leans up a bit, biting out, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m your mate,” Jack says, desperate and pleading, stroking himself. But Robby growls and bats his hand away, wringing pleasure out of him with rough strokes, hand soaked from Jack.

“Mine, all mine,” Robby breathes, “only mine.” he’s thrusting up as much as he can, throbbing, and Jack is teetering on the edge.

“Yes, only yours.” He leans over Robby and bites into Robby’s scent gland, pulled to it, the filthy heat of it, and Robby’s groaning.

His hands stay on Jack’s ass, rubbing and spanking in turns, as he comes a fountain inside Jack. Jack squeezes him, enjoying the pulsing and throbbing of his knot before he too is letting go and spilling into Robby’s hand. They groan through it, Jack leaking slick onto their laps, 

Jack expects to be ordered to fetch another plug, or perhaps just held down while Robby plugs him himself…but Robby does none of those things. Robby just lets him stand on shaky legs, dripping come, fumbling for his cane. He can feel Robby’s eyes on his backside.

Jack bends over to pick their clothes up from the floor, toss them in the hamper, but Robby catches his wrist. Stands up beside him. Takes Jack’s boxers off the floor and sits him back on the edge of the bed, manhandling them up over Jack’s thighs.

 Back over the mess already leaking down his legs, pulling them up taut so it will seep through. Jack can already feel it warming through, soaking and filthy.

“You’re gonna keep those on,” Robby says, voice soft and gentle but leaving no room for argument. 

“Till when?” Jack breathes, more to hear what Robby’s answer will be than anything else. He would sit in that mess all day if his alpha commanded him to.

“Till I’m ready to have you again,” Robby replies, making Jack shiver with arousal.

“Keep them on,” Robby says, holding his eye as he squeezes Jack’s ass through the boxers. Jack lets out some kind of high whine as fresh slick leaks out of him. It’s so hard to get Robby to make eye contact with him normally, but now, it’s all he wants to do.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jack chokes out, cheeks burning with arousal. “Robby.” Alpha.

Robby takes a deep inhale—and Jack can only imagine what filth he smells like. Robby smirks, self satisfied. “Now you smell like me, just like you should.”

He gives Jack one more squeeze and a light tap through his wet boxers, then goes into the bathroom and shuts the door just like that. 

Like he just told Jack the money’s on the nightstand. Jack stands there empty headed, trying with all his might to pick himself up from the place of mind numbing arousal so fresh after coming, and shakes the fog out of his head. 

Robby’s letting him go somewhere without being attached at the hip. Jack should take advantage of it, even if the scent of this hoodie and the feel of these filthy boxers and the thought of Robby so close is making his instincts scream to go to him.

 He doesn’t go to Robby, ignoring his instincts and going to the kitchen on shaky legs. Jack prepares them some lunch, now starving and eager to wolf down anything he can.

Half an hour later, Robby comes out of the shower smelling like soap instead of his addictively delicious pine rut scent, to Jack’s displeasure. But that instinct is soothed when Robby plasters himself to Jack’s back in the kitchen, just holding him and swaying him side to side.

He smells like alpha in rut up close, and Jack wants to turn around and bury his nose in the scent gland until it’s all he can smell, until it’s choking him, but he doesn’t. He tries not to cut his finger with the knife he’s using to make sandwiches.

Jack smiles involuntarily at the way Robby kisses his neck, just expressing affection. Clingy. Needy. Soon he’ll start whining for god knows what, and Jack will be happy to give. “Hey. You hungry?”

“Yeah, for something,” Robby says, nosing into his neck. He pulls Jack flat against him, where, to Jack’s relief, he’s only half hard and not yet in need of somewhere to stuff his knot.

Jack leans his head back onto Robby’s shoulder and sighs as Robby plays with his chest through his hoodie, rubbing over skin, fondling and groping him for the sheer pleasure of it, like Jack is a toy.

 Possessive and claiming. Robby’s purring against his back, utterly content and clearly brainless except for this. “So handsome,” Robby mumbles, nuzzling into Jack's neck, hand wandering down to Jack’s boxers again and squeezing to make him leak fresh slick. They’re utterly soaked and ruined. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Jack agrees, turning his neck to the side, letting Robby breathe him deep. He can feel himself leaking again. Robby squeezes him, then takes a step back.

“Couch,” Robby rumbles into his neck.

“Yes, fuck, alright, couch,” Jack chokes. “Couch.”

Robby tackles him onto the couch and rips his boxers down his legs, groaning at the scent but tossing them off.

Robby spreads his thighs and his lips part, eyes growing darker and more animal at the sight/smell of Jack waiting for him like this. Like a meal ready to be devoured. Jack shivers, feeling the sticky wet mess dripping out of him.

“Mine,” Robby says again before he’s diving in to feast. Jack grabs his hair, just holding on dearly as Robby’s tongue dives deep inside him, hungry. His beard makes goosebumps rise on Jack’s skin, drawing moans out of him like air.

This time, he adds fingers with it, fucking into Jack hard and fast, drawing the come and slick mess out and dripping down Robby’s arm. Robby can’t get enough, eating at Jack deeper, taking whatever he can get. His fingers nail brutally into Jack’s sweet spot, making him squirm and gush more.

Robby pulls back and strokes him, rapid and determined to make him come, no messing around. Jack spasms around his fingers and hunches over, trying and failing to catch his breath. He stares at Robby’s rutdark eyes, his face shining with slick, his arm dripping as middle and ring finger nail him just right, and loses his breath all over again. Robby’s scent fills the air, and Jack chokes himself on it, on the scent of hungry alpha who won’t take no for an answer.

And just like that, Jack’s hurtling towards the edge, jerking into Robby’s slick grip around his cock.

“Holy fuck, Robby, I’m gonna—I should—we get a towel—“ Why the fuck do we have a cream sofa? At least it’s leather, so it’s easier to clean the inevitable mess—and that’s all Jack can think before the edge creeps up on him again. Robby pulls back to speak, but keeps stroking and fingering Jack at the same furious pace. How he’s so coordinated, Jack doesn’t know.

“I’m all the towel you need,” Robby says with a smirk before he’s burying his face in Jack again with deep, hungry licks alongside his fingers. Jack moans deep and holds his hair, squeezing Robby’s fingers inside him and rutting into Robby’s fist. The orgasm washes over him as easy as breathing.

Robby makes him come like that, rubbing his face back and forth in it as Jack drenches him in slick. Jack’s gut stays clenched for what feels like a full minute, gushing slick over Robby’s face, around his fingers still nailing Jack hard, a continuous stream of moans falling from mouth.

When Jack finally comes back to earth, all he can pant is, “Holy fuck, Robby.” Robby loves eating him out on a normal day, but during heat or rut, it’s something else entirely. 

“You alright?” Jack breathes, motioning to his straining pants. “You want something?” After that performance he gave, Robby sure fucking deserves it. He could probably slide inside Jack right now easy, no resistance. He’s absolutely soaked. This couch is fucked.

 “Later,” Robby says, climbing up onto the couch with him to nuzzle at his scent gland. Just for comfort’s sake, it seems, wrapping his filthy arm around Jack’s waist with no heed of the mess.

Jack chuckles at his easy affection, the depth of it making his chest fuzzy. He flicks slick off his own fingers, wondering how it got there when he didn’t touch himself once. He can feel himself sliding around on the cream leather.

He turns half towards Robby, feeling his wet face and wetter mouth nuzzle into his mating bite. Like he doesn’t realize, or maybe like he’s trying to scent Jack. God, they need a shower. “You gonna let me clean up?”

“No,” Robby says, lips curving into a grin. “I like you like this.”

Jack shivers at the tickle of his beard, the reminder of why it’s soaked. “What’s this?”

“You, soaking wet everywhere,” Robby mumbles, “because your alpha just made you come.” he kisses Jack’s neck, squeezes his waist, back to loving and clingy. “Smelling like us both.”

Jack shivers, his nose filled with warm pine and comforting forest so close. “Fuck. Okay. Don’t get me worked up again, I need a minute.”

Robby naps. Jack gets up, tries to clean the couch with Robby still on it, gets shooed away, deems it a lost cause for now. Jack wolfs down grocery store pasta salad from the fridge, knowing he has to eat when he can, and takes a quick shower to wash off the sticky, dried come. He’s expecting any moment to find Robby sidling in behind him in the steam, but he makes it out unscathed.

Yet Jack is aching and frantic at the thought of getting back to his mate, feeling profoundly wrong to be separated this long. It’s just a byproduct of the rut, chemicals making him feel the urge to never leave Robby’s side in case he’s needed.

But it’s still with a sigh of relief to walk back into the living room in boxers and a towel and lay his eyes on Robby again. His inner omega soothes, seeing his alpha is alright and isn’t whining out for him.

Robby’s awake on the sofa, and reaches out arms for him. Jack drops his towel and lays over Robby where he’s bid, blanketing Robby with his body. Robby just holds him close for a moment, probably feeling that same need to have eyes and hands on him at all times, purring contentedly with his eyes closed.

Jack smiles; he loves Robby so fucking much, loves his purring so fucking much, loves his sweet, caring alpha. Jack can’t help dropping a kiss on the corner of his mouth, whispering, “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Robby replies, smiling and opening his eyes. More lucid now. “You’ve been so good to me. Thank you. Are you alright?”

“A little sore, but yes. Perfect. So perfect for me, alpha,” Jack whispers, wrapping arms around his shoulders as he starts getting needy again, rocking down against Robby’s thigh. How is that possible, after the amount of times he’s been knotted, how he just came all over Robby and the couch fifteen minutes ago? How is he already aching to be filled again?

Jack pulls himself together as he sees Robby’s eyes growing dark again, remembering the plan he thought up in the shower. He sits up and grabs the bowl of pasta salad he brought over. “Come on, I want to see you eat something, baby. Fuck me after.”

He tries standing up, reaching for his crutch, but Robby doesn’t let go of his hand. Fuck. Jack knows it’s his fault for getting Robby riled up, but he wants Robby to eat— and then Robby pulls him back down onto the couch with a forceful shove, and Jack groans.

“No,” Jack says as Robby tries to grope at his waistline again. Sweet, gentle Robby doesn’t like that word, growling as his mate denies him. Jack shivers with the urge to change his tune, but he stays on track. “You gotta eat something, baby. You’ve been going nonstop with no fuel. You gotta eat something.”

“Only thing I wanna eat is you,” Robby murmurs, kissing his neck, and Jack squirms. “Not hungry.”

The rut is suppressing his appetite, but Jack knows he needs more than gatorade.

“If you finish that bowl,” Jack whispers, “I’ll present for you and let you knot me from behind.”

Robby’s eyes darken with that suggestion alone, and he doesn’t break eye contact hardly at all as he wolfs down the pasta. Just carbo loading, probably not tasting it at all, but Jack couldn’t hope for that right now. Just as long as he gets it down, some fuel, that’s good enough for now.

“Present for me,” he rumbles from deep in his chest, and Jack is scrambling to obey before he can think.

He turns over and pulls his shorts down, cheeks burning at the slick he can already feel dripping down. He wishes he had the foresight this time to lay down a towel on the couch, cursing himself for the oversight, but he isn’t getting up to do it now. Robby would never let him. Goddammit, Jack thought they’d make it to a bed this time.

Robby yanks his legs apart and swipes two fingers through the mess he’s making, making Jack whine. He’s aching and empty, dripping wide in invitation. Thankfully, Robby is just testing if he’s ready before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock.

“Gonna claim you,” Robby rumbles, purring as he pushes inside, filling Jack perfectly, soothing that aching emptiness that his scent caused. Jack breathes in that pine scent deep, all warmth and home and comfort, mixing with Robby’s filthy words. “Knot you. My little omega bitch. All mine.”

Jack’s brain is leaking out of him with every word, but he forces the words out, wanting Robby completely unrestrained. “You gotta prove yourself,” Jack breathes, turning his head to the side as Robby rocks into him, so full he almost can’t take it. “Gotta prove you’re a good enough alpha for me. Fuck me harder.”

Robby snarls and pounds into him hard, knot already well built after he gorged himself eating Jack out. Jack is oversensitive, not going to come again right now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want the deep fucking Robby is giving him. All alpha possessiveness and hindbrain, none of his gentle, sweet Robby.

Jack doesn’t even realize the noises he’s making until Robby leans down low over his back, spanking him hard. “You hear what you sound like?” Robby snarls in his ear. “Louder than your own slick. Be quiet for a minute.”

He puts a palm over Jack’s mouth from behind, making Jack moan again from the shock of it, then fucks him in quick bursts. The sound of Jack’s drenched hole makes his cheeks burn as Robby glides in and out smooth and easy, no resistance.

“That’s how wet you are,” Robby pants in his ear, “and you’re trying to tell me you’re not made for me? Trying to tell me I have to prove I can fuck you good enough, when I don’t even have to get a hand on you to get you dripping for me?” He takes his palm away, and Jack breathes, grateful. He tastes the air thick with Robby’s smell.

Jack just whines pitifully, putting his head down, following the instinct to submit to his alpha. Robby puts both hands on his hips and drags him back onto his cock, fucking him unrelenting. “Tell me you’re mine,” he groans with alpha voice, “tell me I feel as good for you as you do for me.”

“Yes, yours, yours alone,” Jack sobs out. 

“Can’t hear you.” Robby spanks him again, then again, as Jack turns his head so Robby can hear him. Except when he opens his mouth, Robby’s hand keeps moving over his ass, delivering spanks that make Jack clench around him, drip down his knot, and Jack forgets what he was going to say. 

His mouth is watering from the smell of Robby in the air, wishing he could pull Robby down where he could sink his teeth into the scent gland. 

“Lost your words?” Robby taunts. “Still need me to prove anything?” He punches another thrust inside, moaning louder now, the scent of him changing as he gets closer. Jack can feel his knot about to pop in. 

“I’m yours, only yours,” he rasps, “you feel so fucking good, alpha, smell so good, dick’s so big—“

Robby leans down low over him. “Yeah? This the only dick you want, or you want others?”

“Just this,” Jack cries out as Robby shoves his knot in, that delicious too much stretch easing into mind bending pleasure. “Just you. All I need. Fucking perfect, thank you, alpha.”

Robby groans and comes inside him, filling him up in hot bursts, addictive no matter how many times he does it. Jack just leans down into it, sighing contentedly. No one fucks him the way Robby can, huge on a normal day, let alone how it feels in rut.

No one knots him, no one fills him like Robby does. He’ll take anything Robby wants to give him. Anything his alpha needs.

Robby purrs against his back as he slowly comes down from the high, still slowly flooding Jack to the brim. The purring soothes Jack’s instincts, making his omega curl in satisfaction. Robby’s weight is draped over him. Dimly, Jack hopes this is the last time before they can get off this fucking couch.

And then there’s the moment; as always, where reality comes back to Robby and he realizes what he said, and he goes tense for a minute. Jack waits it out this time, too exhausted to offer immediate reassurance. 

But Robby doesn’t say sorry this time, doesn’t crawl meekly away, just kisses the back of his neck in apparent thanks and wraps his arms around Jack’s torso to rest until he can pull out. 

#

“Robby, even if there was anything wrong, which there isn’t, I can do this myself,” Jack huffs. “Go back to bed, please.”

“I’m a doctor, too,” Robby says, ignoring the rest and continuing to wash out the little cuts left from his nails on Jack’s hips. Nothing they can do about the bruises on his hips, but Jack wouldn’t want to, anyway.

They’re a mark of pride just like the hickeys on his chest. Robby’s hands are steady as he disinfects Jack’s cuts—miniscule cuts, but Robby refused to be talked away from tending them when he saw Jack undressing for a bath this morning.

“Have you seen your back?” Jack demands. “All scratched up? Sorry about that, man, but you don’t see me getting worked up about that. That’s what happens when you’re in rut and you’re going crazy with each other. It’s normal. It’s fine. And you’re still in rut, by the way. Hey.”

 He grabs Robby’s jaw and forces his eyes up. “You got nothing to worry about, and nothing to apologize for. Yeah? Fuck the cuts. The cuts came from you. I love you. End of story.”

Instead of replying, Robby leans in and kisses him, hand on his arm. It’s a soft, gentle, loving kiss, so fucking tender it makes Jack’s toes curl. But Robby leaves off the cuts, and Jack smiles at him.

He turns his attention to the bath he’s been running for the past few minutes. “Come on, get in,” Jack says, sitting on the edge of the tub until Robby approaches it. There’s trepidation in his eyes. “I’ll put some epsom salt in it if that’ll make you feel better about things.”

“When’s the last time we’ve had a bath here?” Robby asks, voice rough from overuse and the rut, but a lot more lucid today. Lucid enough to not want to walk from the bed to the bathroom without putting shorts on, even around Jack.

Lucid enough for there to be some dumb shit rattling around in there about how he doesn’t deserve a bath if he’s treated his omega so roughly, about how a quick utilitarian shower is all he needs, so why should he do more? Jack loves him, but he wishes he could make Robby see how he gets in his own way.

“I want a bath,” he says, knowing the easy way to get Robby to agree, “and I want you to join me, alpha.” He purrs the word, turning his eyes up, and he sees the change in Robby’s eyes as he goes to take off his shorts. Jack turns his head so Robby won’t see him grin. Easy.

He woke up this morning untouched, dry for once despite his explicit permission for Roby to use him while he was sleeping if he needed to. Robby sat in bed and ate an egg sandwich until Jack was satisfied he’d eaten enough. But it’s not over. The scent of rut is still thick in the air, just dormant…until now. It’s stirring again.

Robby sinks into the water and pulls Jack in to sit against his chest. Jack groans at the welcome feeling of the hot water against his sore joints, deliciously so, not unpleasant no matter what Robby thinks. He shuts his eyes and wriggles to get comfortable, although when that makes Robby groan and lock an arm around his waist, Jack realizes what he’s been accidentally doing.

“Oh,” he breathes with a grin, reaching back to wrap a hand around the back of Robby’s neck and pull him into his scent gland, something Robby’s always trying and failing to stay away from anyway. “Sorry. Seems to be my fault. Let me help you with that.” He rocks back with intent and feels Robby’s rumbling groan right against him, thrusting against his back.

After a minute of that, he ceases, wanting them to actually get clean before he starts anything for real. Jack soaps them both up, accepting Robby’s minimal help, although he just keeps trying to pull Jack closer or hump against him. “Hold on, baby, we need to get clean first,” Jack is gasping, and works quickly on washing both of their hair for them while Robby just busies himself with Jack’s scent gland.

Finally, they’re soaped up and done. Jack turns around, making Robby moan in protest, but Jack soothes him with a kiss. “Stay there. I’m gonna take care of you, baby, don’t worry. You’ve been so good for me, waiting. You’ll get what you need now.

“I got tricks,” Jack says with a grin, dipping his head to take Robby into his mouth underwater. He holds his breath, eyes shut, able only to feel the vibration of Robby’s groan and his hand in Jack’s wet hair. After a minute, he comes up to breathe, then goes back down.

His instincts are soothed at caring for his alpha like this, licking around him, holding him in his mouth even if Robby can’t knot his throat like this. Another time. Jack moans around him as Robby’s hips go up, involuntary, threatening to choke him before Jack pulls back. It’s awkward, balancing himself in the tub with one good knee and hands on the edges, but he makes it work.

And Robby doesn't seem to be complaining, breathing hard in the echoey bathroom air and one hand in Jack’s hair. “Fuck, I’m close,” he exhales all in one breath, and Jack comes up then, making Robby hunch forward and moan guturally.

“Jack,” he growls, and Jack just grins.

“I got something better planned for you,” Jack whispers as he kisses Robby’s jaw, still stroking him lightly with his hand. Not too much, though—he doesn’t want Robby to bust early. “We’re gonna play a little game.”

“Jack,” Robby groans, “I don’t want to play one of your games right now, I want to knot you.”

Hearing it in such plain terms in the open air makes Jack shiver, feeling something hot drip out of him that Robby’s eyes hungrily follow to the floor. But Jack sticks to his plan. “Come on, get out.”

He helps Robby dry off as much as he’s willing to, which isn’t much, but that’s alright. Jack limps to bed with the help of his cane, digging in the chest beside the bed for something special. The chest they use maybe once a month, when they both have time and energy. Like now.

“Sit against the headboard for me, and I'll make it worth your while,” Jack promises. Robby continues watching him with a face of stone, but obeys. Jack hides what he’s holding in his hand, turning back to Robby shamelessly naked.

“I’ve always heard the joke about doing something like an alpha in rut busting out of ropes,” Jack whispers, “and I want to test it. No alpha in rut I’ve ever been with before could do it. I wanna see if you can.”

The mere mention of other alphas has Robby growling, but he stays still for Jack, which says something about the depth of their bond and the state of Robby’s mind, that he knows to give Jack a chance despite the arousal claiming him. Jack hums softly, hoping to soothe him. He crawls onto the bed with Robby and ties him down, trying to touch him as little as possible.

They’ve done it enough times that he knows how to tie them quickly, and in no time, Robby is tied to the posts of the headboard with his strong arms spread wide. Jack is already leaking, but the sight of his alpha like that, desperate for him with murder in his eyes, cock harder than stone, arms spread, is enough to make Jack whine. Then he sits back where Robby can’t touch him with any part of his body.

Jack slips his fingers inside himself, shivering at how soaked he is, moaning freely as he rides his own fingers. He hangs his head, exhaling in relief, not realizing how desperately he needed something in himself until now. “Feels so hot,” he breathes out, eyes flicking up to meet Robby’s again. “So, so wet in there. Don’t need lube.”

Robby whines now, still straining at his ropes, moving closer to Jack as much as he can. The veins in his arms are popping out. Jack watches them flex, watches Robby’s face turn redder, feeling more slick leak out of him. He squirms as soon two, three fingers aren't enough. He’s aching and throbbing, his own cock an angry red.

“Don’t tease me,” Robby growls, jerking at the ropes like he’s confused about why he can’t move. His hips shift, he squirms, and after a minute of Jack fingering himself, Robby’s mouth drops open and he just starts saying, “Please. Jack. You’re my omega, aren’t you? Release me.”

His alpha voice washes over Jack, but he manages to resist it with a shiver. “Not yet,” Jack says, stroking his cock too. He’s never going to come like this, without Robby’s knot, but he indulges in the pleasure, weak as it is.

It’s worth it to watch the way Robby’s face turns to borderline despair, souring his scent, thick enough to fill the room. Jack knows he’s putting on a hell of a show. He adds, “I wish this was your knot. My fingers aren’t enough. Your fingers would be better, you always do it better, but I want your knot.

“You’d be coated in me in seconds, baby. You wouldn’t have any problem putting it in. Just rubbing yourself against me would be enough to get you soaked. And then you could fuck me and knot me and fill me with your pups—” Jack bites off a moan as his fingers brush his sweet spot, hips jerking into his own hand. Robby moans like he’s been gutted. Alpha arousal is thick in the air, heavy and dark rut.

“Jack, please.”

“You know what you have to do to fuck me,” Jack chuckles, sitting back on his fingers. “I could ride you, you know. I could give myself the pleasure I want, I could take it while you can’t touch me. I could make it so that I don’t even need you, only your cock.” Robby whines at that, the thought of Jack not needing him so distressing that he only strains further. Fuck. Jack shudders.

“Or you could bust out of those ropes,” Jack breathes. “Pin me down. Have your way with me. The choice is yours.” He’s throbbing and aching for Robby’s knot too, and Robby must be able to smell that, how empty Jack feels, how needy.

Robby’s really trying to break free—obviously, but he tries harder with every word of Jack’s breathy voice. Jack strokes his cock faster, harder, teetering on the edge of bliss, and right when he’s about to come after all, no knot necessary, there’s a loud snap and the world spins.

Then Jack finds himself almost hanging off the foot of the bed with Robby above him, face completely flushed, furious, dark eyes consumed completely with lust as he shoves Jack’s legs wide and shoves his knot inside. Jack moans, punched out of him—there’s truly no stretch, and the ache is relieved in an instant. He clenches hard as Robby takes his hands and pins them above his head, holding himself up with his other hand as he fucks Jack hard.

Jack is still getting past the fact that holy shit, Robby really did break the ropes, god that’s so fucking hot, even as Robby tries to fuck all the thoughts out of his head. “This what you wanted?” Robby snarls, sweat dripping down his brow, hot and throbbing inside Jack, legs spread wide, so perfect. “Wanted my knot? Wanted a pounding? That’s what you’re gonna fucking get, you little tease.”

Jack can only manage a stream of moans, his brains utterly fucked out by Robby’s cock, Robby holding nothing back. Exactly what Jack wanted, if he’s being honest with himself. Then, “That’s it, baby, fuck me, fuck me,” Jack gasps. “I teased you, this is what I deserve. Take it all out on me, Robby, fuck me—” He continues babbling filth as Robby fucks him, unrelenting and brutal, quick thrusts that are entirely selfish as he drenches himself in Jack’s slick.

“Stay still,” Robby growls as Jack thrashes, his cock rubbing Robby’s stomach when he leans down. Robby squeezes his wrists above his head. “My omega. Mine to play with. Mine to fuck, and claim. You’re mine, aren’t you, no matter what little games you play?”’

“Yes, yours,” Jack gasps, clenching hard around Robby, his knot about to slip in. Jack wraps one leg around his waist and pulls him close. “Knot me, alpha. Breed me. Get me pregnant.”

Robby groans and lets his arms free so he can plaster Jack with his body, fucking in hard a final few times before spilling inside him. His knot locks into Jack with a push, the stretch making Jack’s toes curl.

Together with the rubbing of his cock against Robby’s stomach, it’s exactly what he needs to come, and Jack squeezes around him as more slick squirts out around his cock, hot and soaking. Their hips jerk together, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths as they eek out every last drop of their orgasms. Holding tight to each other the whole time, keeping close like they can’t imagine being parted.

And then Jack slumps back, letting his head hang off the edge of the bed, catching his breath. Both of them are sweaty and stuck together, and Jack tries to unpeel himself from Robby. Robby’s still hard and throbbing inside him, still needy, face still consumed by lust. Yet he sits still for a minute, only rocking his hips in and out a bit, letting his knot go down.

Jack tries to sit up, but Robby pushes him down by a hand on his chest. “Where do you think you’re going? Not nearly fucking done with you,” he breathes, hips moving again without even pulling out. His own come eases the way, making it a filthy glide as he keeps going.

Jack whimpers and wraps his arms around him, keeping him close, locked in for as much as Robby can give. All he can do is hold on tight and wait for more of Robby’s rich pine scent to flood his nose.

#

The evening of the third night is when Jack finally taps out, too sore to move, wincing every time he sits down, let alone spreading his legs. Not even Robby’s soothing tongue could fix that.

And unfortunately, Robby’s rut is not yet done, even after the marathon of a morning. Only so much Jack can do with his hand and mouth when what Robby needs is a tight hole to knot. Luckily, he has a solution.

“This is gonna feel just as good,” he coos, smoothing back Robby’s hair and dropping a kiss on his forehead, Jack sitting in his lap on Robby’s favorite recliner.

“Not possible,” Robby grunts, and Jack just smiles and kisses him.

“Trust me, alpha. I know how to take care of you.”

Robby inhales deeply and nods, a bit of lucidity returning for a moment and only a moment. Then Jack lubes him up and slips the tight sleeve onto him, made to accommodate a knot, and Robby groans. 

Jack bought it special for this, anticipating he’d need it. And thank god he did, because now he gets to see that look on Robby’s face while his own eyes aren’t half closed from the pleasure of Robby’s knot inside him. That look still makes Jack’s gut clench in pleasure, in sympathy.

Jack was hoping maybe in this position, perched in Robby’s lap, he could trick Robby’s hindbrain into thinking it was Jack he’s fucking. Robby’s lust dark eyes flick up to his, consumed and hungry, thrusting into it tightly. Jack kisses his face, buries his nose in Robby’s mating bite, inhaling deeply. He’s not sure he could ever get over that scent.

“How’s it feel?” Jack whispers. 

“Feels so good,” Robby groans, hanging his head, fucking into it, jostling Jack on his lap. The power behind those thrusts…Jack can’t help being a little jealous. “It’s so tight. But it’s not you.” He leans up to kiss Jack, biting his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth to make Jack moan. “My omega. Mine.” His hips never stop moving, and Jack squeezes him through it, not that he can probably feel it.

“Imagine it’s me,” Jack whispers in his ear, “squeezing you to death.” He squeezes it anyway, making Robby’s hips jerk up enough to actually threaten to throw Jack off him. Jack steadies him with hands on his shoulders. “Imagine it’s me that’s so wet inside.”

“You are right now anyway, aren’t you?” Robby pants with a chuckle, showing more lucidity, still sipping on his lips.

Jack tries not to whine as Robby’s pheromones get thicker in the air, pine and heavy dark rut, cloying enough to make him squirm with arousal. But he’s focused on Robby right now, Robby who’s fucking the sleeve like it really is Jack. His knot is about to slip inside it.

“Come inside me,” Jack whispers, and bites him on the neck, just above his mating bite.

Similarly, Robby groans and leans up to bite Jack’s shoulder, fitting his teeth into the mating bite, then he’s jerking and knotting into the sleeve in Jack’s hand. He groans at how it must feel to knot it, squeezing him tight, expanding in Jack’s hand.

Jack soothes him through it, moaning low. Just because his body can’t take it right now doesn’t mean he doesn’t still want it. He’ll never not be turned on by Robby coming, eyes shut and red lips hanging open to pant.

“Perfect, baby, so beautiful,” Jack breathes, still stroking Robby through it, admiring how fucking beautiful he is, how much Jack loves him. “Love watching you come for me.”

#

Jack wakes on the fourth morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. He’s sitting up in bed to the sun streaming through the windows, the smell and sound of the laundry going, and Robby’s faint humming. All Jack feels is peace. The scent of Robby is still strong in the room, that wonderful dark pine that Jack inhales from his pillow, but no rut. It’s passed. He made it.

When’s the last time Jack slept through the night like that, completely uninterrupted? He feels fucking great. Sore, scratched up, bruised, but like he told Robby, that’s all to be expected from these days of amazingly rough sex. He’s never felt so good.

A minute later, Robby comes into the room with a tray in his hand, smiling when he sees Jack awake. “What’d you bring me?” Jack asks, sitting up to make room for him, feeling ridiculously fond. Leave it to Robby to dote on him now that it’s over, even though Jack wondered at times if he was having more fun than Robby.

“Only fair, isn’t it?” Robby asks with a sweet smile, leaning over to kiss him before handing him a coffee exactly the way Jack likes it. “Thank you. For…everything you did.”

“Wasn’t exactly a hardship,” Jack chuckles, but allows Robby to nuzzle into him, still smelling like sleep with his hair messy, in a tshirt, all Jack’s. Jack pulls him in, ignoring the breakfast for the moment in favor of holding him close, unable to fathom a time he couldn’t simply touch Robby whenever he wanted. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” Robby murmurs. “Like I had a very thorough shower.”

Jack hums. “That’s what coming off the suppressants will do. And you’re welcome. But it was my suggestion, my encouragement, me tying you down just to see if you could break the ropes.” When that makes Robby blush and duck his head, he asks, “What does that tell you?”

“That you wanted it,” Robby says quietly, unable to meet his eye now. Jack only grins wider.

“Damn right, baby. Wanted, and you delivered.” Jack kisses his temple. “It was perfect. Definitely fucking doing it again.”

“How do you feel?” Robby asks.

“The perfect amount of sore. Glad I have something to remember it by,” Jack says, knowing Robby’s looking for any excuse to get worried, insecure, angry at himself. Jack just holds him closer, determined not to go down that path today. “I love having a sexy alpha go all batshit on me, breaking ropes, fucking me against the wall—who wouldn’t?”

“Many people, I’m sure,” Robby smiles into his collar. “But it’s nothing on an omega who begs for it as sweet as you do. Who knows how to fuck with my alpha head as well as you do.” He peeks up and kisses Jack, tongue dipping in deeper. Jack shivers.

“Fuck, man, don’t get me going again,” Jack breathes, leaning his head back. “Not sure I can ever take it again.”

“I’m sure we’ll prove that wrong in a few days,” Robby chuckles, breakfast forgotten. Jack shuts his eyes, deciding to just hold Robby a little bit longer. The rest can wait. The world can wait as Robby starts purring against him, scenting happily, lulling Jack into a soothed state he never wants to leave.

The world can wait.