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“Come here Stan.”
Stan furrows his brow, staring across at Xeno who was naked and laying flat down on his back on their bed. Xeno spreads his legs, pointing a sultry gaze at him as he uses a slim finger to motion him to come closer.
“I don't know about this Xeno.”
Xeno lets out a sigh, dropping his hand. “Stanley dear. You already courted me earlier and I accepted, so now you have to come claim me as your mate.”
Stan doesn't reply, his eyes darting away from Xeno to stare at the digital clock on their bedside table. His thoughts travel back to a month ago when he was deep in rut and his stupid horny alpha rut crazed self had accidentally told Xeno he was going to bite and claim him as his mate.
Which was impossible because Xeno and him were both alphas and neither of them had claiming marks. But unfortunately his dumb instincts had made him embarrassingly mistaken his alpha lover as an omega, one that he wanted to sink his fangs into, in the heat of the moment.
After his rut, Stan had meant to apologize for what he said during his rut but Xeno had never brought it up. Until yesterday, when he came to Stan and told him he wanted him to treat him like an omega for their weekly date today.
It had been an unexpected request, one that Stan was reluctant to agree with in the beginning but of course Xeno persisted. It took explaining to Stan in great detail how all he wanted was for him to court him and then pretend to claim him for Stan to finally give in. Besides how could Stan tell his alpha lover, who was his world, no when Xeno insisted this was all he wanted for Stan to do for their date today.
“Okay,” Stan mumbles, darting his gaze back to Xeno.
The bed creaks as he moves closer to his lover, Xeno curiously watching his movement. When he's hovering near Xeno, Stan pauses once again at a loss of what to do. Xeno parts his legs further, exposing his half hard cock. Stan stares down at his cock wondering if he should touch it.
Usually when they had sex, they started with jerking each other off or giving the other a blowjob, but omegas didn't have dicks, so maybe Xeno wanted him to ignore it. Or at least Stan didn't think they did. It's been years since he's had to suffer through sex ed classes, but the little he does remember about the omega body he didn't think they did.
A groan leaves Stan as he brings a hand up to rub his temples. He could feel the beginnings of a headache coming from all this troubled overthinking. He almost wishes he would have tried being with an omega at least once before Xeno and him started dating. It would have helped him know what the hell to do at this moment without all this awkwardness.
Unfortunately he wasn't attracted to omegas, always finding their scents too overbearingly sweet for his liking. Even knowing he wasn't attracted to omegas, his stupid alpha instincts still seemed to want to think he was during rut and make him mistake his alpha lover as one.
“What do you want me to do Xeno?” Stan finally asks, deciding to put his pride aside and let Xeno help him.
“Hmm.” Xeno taps his finger against his lips, his gaze flicking away from Stan.
“I believe the next step would be for me to present for you. I read some books on omega heat cycles and read that omegas do this during their heats when their instincts to be claimed take over.”
Stan doesn't know if he should be relieved or worried that Xeno had to read up on how omega and alphas mate. The throbbing pain behind his temples threatens to become worse as he realizes that Xeno had no idea what the hell he was doing either.
As Stan watches Xeno roll over onto his stomach, he debates telling him if they should just wait to do this when his rut comes around again. At least then the alpha hormones would help get rid of the nerves and let his instincts take over.
Xeno props himself on his knees and gets on all fours. He bends over and leans his head face down into the cover before sticking his ass high in the air and spreading his legs open.
“I think this is the position,” Xeno says, turning sideways to glance back at Stan.
All thoughts of him telling Xeno they should stop go out the window from the sight. It's not like they didn't do it from the back often, but something about Xeno getting into this position seemed more erotic than usual.
A small smirk spreads across Xeno's face when he notices Stan's cock finally twitch in interest. “Come make me yours Stan,” Xeno coos, wiggling his ass playfully.
Stan lets out a deep breath, finally letting himself give into Xeno's request for the night. Besides Xeno's choice of dirty talk being different from what he was used to, him fucking Xeno was the same as any other time.
Stan moves across the bed, only stopping to toss a pillow that was in his way off the covers.
“Why did you do that?” Xeno suddenly asks.
“It was in my way,” Stan replies, confused by his question.
“You're messing up the nest I made,” Xeno huffs.
Stan glances around the covers, noticing for the first time the pillows and clothes scattered randomly around their bed. Neither Xeno or him had nesting instincts so it wasn't something they had to bother with. The only times he ever saw nests was in movies and from what he saw of those, Xeno's attempt at building one was pretty shitty. It looked more like they hadn't picked up their bed in a few days instead of a nest built by an omega.
“This doesn't look like a nest. I think you need to practice a little more on that.”
An offended gasp comes from Xeno as he says “Hey! I tried my best to make one for us on this special night. The least you can do is be thankful.”
Stan chuckles at his comment, guessing that Xeno must have spent some time researching omega nesting habits. As amusing as it was, Stan did find his lover's perseverance to do this roleplay perfectly admirable. Even if Stan found the whole thing weird and embarrassing, he knew he could push all that aside and play along since this seemed like something Xeno really wanted to do.
“Sorry. You're right, I should be thankful my omega made a nest for us.”
Stan is rewarded with a pretty pink blush dusting Xeno's cheeks. A huff leaves Xeno again before he rubs his face into the covers, trying to hide how Stan's words affected him. An amused smile stretches across Stan's face, his gaze dropping to Xeno's pale bottom.
“This is a nice view,” Stan comments, closing the distance between them.
Xeno sways his hips in response, Stan bringing his hands forward to grab them. He spreads Xeno's cheeks, his eyes zeroing in on the purple plug Xeno had in his ass. Stan presses his thumb gently against the flare of the plug making a soft muffled moan slip from Xeno's lips.
The sound makes his cock twitch, Stan circling the edges of the plug before slowly starting to yank it out. It slips out with ease, Stan tossing it to the side and turning back to admire Xeno's puffy wet hole.
“You're wet,” Stan says, spreading Xeno's cheeks further apart.
“Omega's naturally produce slick,” Xeno responds.
Stan bites his tongue, resisting the urge to once again point out that Xeno wasn't an omega and therefore didn't produce slick. Instead he circles Xeno's rim before carefully pushing his finger in.
Xeno lets out a deep groan, Stan gradually easing his finger in to further stretch him out. Even with Xeno preparing himself beforehand, he was still tight around Stan's finger.
Stan flicks his gaze to their nightstand where they stored extra bottles of lube. He knew Xeno would probably be upset if he added more lube to his hole, since it would break the illusion of their roleplay, but Stan didn't want to hurt him.
“You good?” Stan asks, deciding to let Xeno voice any discomforts he might have.
Xeno raises his head slightly, turning to the side to stare at Stan. “Yes,” He says, pushing back against his finger urging Stan to continue.
Xeno was really good about alerting him when things became too much and he wanted him to stop. So Stan slips in a second finger, trusting Xeno was fine. He rubs soothing circles on Xeno's hip, stretching and thrusting his fingers in deeper.
A breathy gasp reaches Stan's ears, the noise halting his movement. Stan rubs against Xeno's walls, smirking as another pleasurable groan comes from the other man. Seems he found that special spot inside him, Stan teasing it again and again and enjoying hearing the muffled moans from his lover.
A shaky hand reaches for him, Stan pausing and glancing in Xeno's direction.
“I'm ready,” Xeno says, touching Stan's wrist. Stan strokes against Xeno's walls again, the touch making the other man jerk and pre-come drip from his throbbing cock.
“Please alpha. I want to come with you inside me.”
Stan withdraws his fingers out of Xeno's hole and grabs his hips. He slides his hard cock between Xeno's ass, checking for any hesitation. Xeno must know it was probably going to hurt a little, but Stan also knew his lover did like it rough and hard from time to time.
When Xeno doesn't speak up, Stan grips Xeno's hips and starts to push his cock against his entrance and slowly ease his way in. A curse leaves Stan as Xeno suddenly clenches down on his cock, the feeling intense.
“Stan,” Xeno groans, his thighs quivering as Stan pushes deeper into him.
He watches with hooded eyes as the rest of his cock disappears into Xeno. Stan rubs comforting circles around Xeno's hips, trying to get him to relax before he starts moving. The touch makes Xeno arch his back and squeeze down on his cock again, making a sharp heat start to build up in Stan's gut. Xeno was tight, an addicting sensation that Stan knew he would never get tired off.
His gaze moves up Xeno's back, admiring his slim figure and the way his soft muscles flexed as he gripped the sheets below him. Xeno tilts his head back, glancing at Stan over his shoulder before nodding. A signal for Stan that he was ready for him to start moving.
Stan starts to pull out, a shaky groan coming from Xeno when he slams his cock back in. The heat of Xeno's walls clenching around his cock felt amazing, the sensation making him pick up his pace.
“Yes right there,” Xeno sighed, rolling his hips back to meet with Stan's thrusts.
Stan fucked desperately into Xeno, rocking his hips foward and feeling his arousal rise with every thrust. Xeno was shuddering below him, soft gasps leaving him as Stan's cock brushed against that pleasurable spot inside him.
Stan lets go of Xeno's hips and leans down to snake his arms around Xeno's torso. He pulls him close against his chest, the new angle allowing him to thrust his cock deeper.
“Xeno,” Stan pants, his breath lingering on Xeno's neck as he continued pounding into him.
A loud moan graces Stan's ears, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest from knowing that he was the only one who could fuck Xeno hard and good like this and hear him let out such erotic noises. He slides a hand up to pinch at Xeno's right nipple, the touch making Xeno shiver beneath him.
“You feel so good around my cock,” Stan says, adding more pressure to the hardening bud.
Xeno whimpers, the noise sending a spike of arousal straight to Stan's groin. He couldn't help fucking faster into Xeno, Stan wanting to rip out even more pretty sounds from him. Xeno's neglected cock bounces between his legs from every thrust, Stan letting his fingers travel down Xeno's stomach until they brush against the head of his cock.
“Alpha,” Xeno whines, jolting from his harsh thrusts.
Stan blinks, dropping his hand. He forgot they were supposed to be roleplaying Xeno being an omega. His gaze zeros in on Xeno's neck, moving closer to glide his nose against the pale skin. An earthy aroma hitting his senses, a soothing sigh leaving him. Xeno scent had a hint of cedarwood and eucalyptus, clean, crisp and woody that blended perfectly together to be Stan's favorite scent.
Stan pushes his nose further into Xeno's neck, his gaze half lidded as he takes in that addicting scent. Xeno shivers from the touch, tiling his head to the side in submission urging Stan to continue to scent him.
Xeno smelled so damn good, his scent welcoming Stan to brush his lips against his lover's scent gland and leave feather light kisses against his skin. The sensation has Xeno withering below him, a loud whine leaving him.
“I'm gonna knot you,” Stan warns, rutting desperately into him.
He could feel his knot expanding and catching on Xeno's rim, alerting him that he was close.
“Please alpha,” Xeno begs, pushing back against him.
He knew what Xeno was begging for, Stan surprised to find himself reacting to Xeno's words. He lets his fangs brush against his scent gland, the gesture making more pretty whines fall from Xeno's lips, his tight walls clenching down on Stan's cock.
“Fuck Xeno, be a good omega and take it,” Stan groans against his neck.
An intense cry comes from Xeno, as Stan bites down on his throat. The metallic taste of blood hits Stan's taste buds as he sinks his fangs deeper. Xeno shudders as he comes onto the sheets, his walls clamping down tight on Stan's cock.
Stan snaps his hips one last time before his orgasm hits him, his knot popping inside Xeno. He pants against Xeno's neck, as he came, pumping his seed deep into him.
“Stan,” Xeno says out of breath, his voice rough.
He could feel Xeno start to shake under him, knowing he was finding it hard to keep himself balanced after his orgasm. Stan places a soft kiss against Xeno's marked scent gland before pulling him to his chest and turning them to the side. He holds Xeno close, making sure they're in a comfortable laying position while they wait for his knot to go down.
Xeno relaxes in his arms, tilting his head to the side and letting Stan lick and clean the bite mark he left against his throat.
“You claimed me. We're mates now,” Xeno says, a lopsided grin stretching across his face.
Stan pauses, mulling over Xeno's words before squeezing him tight and nuzzling his face into his neck.
“We've always been mates, Xeno.”
Xeno shifts in his arms, turning his head to look Stan in the eyes.
“Yes you're right. You'll forever and always be my elegant mate, Stan.”
Stan flashes Xeno a dazzling smile before closing the distance and pressing his lips passionately against his mate's.